The Legacy of Vaas – Far Cry 3

Jason wandered into the warehouse, weapon at the ready. He could hear the fast pacing footsteps of a pirate behind a Jeep. The pirate was scared, as he looked at the mayhem outside of the warehouse. Cars exploded, fires ravaging on in the trees, his fellow pirates lying in a pool of their own blood. Jason was ready to put him out of his misery. He crouched down and readied a suppressed M1911 from his holster and fired two shots into the back of his head. He collapsed forwards but caught him before his arms could hit the ground. Then Jason pulled his body behind the Jeep and holstered the M1911. "Easy blood", whispered Jason as he pulled out a Model 1887, tricked out with a black and white paint job, a Red Dot Sight and an extended tube to hold three extra shells. Not the most conventional of all weapons, but this was for his personal liking. He slowly crept through the warehouse, aiming through the Red Dot and ready to pounce on the next pirate he saw; like a Tiger, waiting for prey. He could only hear but himself breathing lightly to the sound of the fire raging on in the palm trees around the warehouse. "Vaas! Where are you?!" Jason screamed. He walked through a door to his right, and immediately was taken down by Vaas. "Surprise mother fucker." He said it so subtly, it was as if he had done this so many times before. He stabbed him in the middle of the chest with the Chinese Ceremonial dagger that he recovered for Buck earlier in the week, but to see it lodged in his chest was at first, a sign of anger, but later on, he saw it as a sign of failure. That he had let down Grant down, that vengeance hadn't been met. Jason collapsed to the floor and passed out.

When he woke up, he was in a weird vision, but it seemed like he had been here before. He was in a dark place with little lighting, and he was standing on televisions. He walked forward to see visions showing to the sides of him. The first one was of Vaas holding an M1911 to his head but then it switched to Jason and Vaas; back and forth: Their expressions were neutral. He stopped and stared for a moment but it then disappeared. Jason walked along the path of televisions to see another vision. This time it was Citra pole dancing, but it switched between Citra and Vaas, just like last time. Jason was a little disturbed and kept on walking. As he kept on walking, a third and final vision appeared, this time showing you Citra having sex with you, like at her temple, but it switched between you and Vaas. This vision was enough to make Jason want to hurl, but something held him back from doing it. He tried to run away from this one but his body couldn't do it. So he walked at a regular pace forwards. He then saw a flight of stairs building upwards for at least 8 stairs, and then a platform emerged, showing Vaas. Jason then pulls out a pistol and aims right at his head, Vaas holding the barrel there in place. He began to shout "PULL THE TRIGGER!" over and over. Jason couldn't get himself together. He struggled to pull that trigger like he has many times to different people. Why would it be different now? "Come on bitch. JUST SHOOT ME!" Vaas' was tired of waiting. He then guides the gun down to his stomach and shoots... then everything goes black in his mind. He wakes up a few seconds later to see a Vector .45 ACP lying next to him. He picks it up quickly as he hears shouting coming from all directions, but there is just the same path of televisions, going straight ahead, so Jason collects all of his bravery together and walks along, his body still resisting to run. Then at least 2 Vaas' come running at Jason with Machetes. So Jason's natural instinct, thanks to the power of the Tatau, would be to shoot them. So he draws the Vector up, takes aim and fires a blissful 10 rounds at a rapid speed. Even he is surprised at this; but more surprised that when they were killed, they exploded into a puff of blue smoke. A little grin begins to show as he hears more of them coming from the distance. So he forces the magazine out, puts in a fresh one and fires away, shooting down at least 6 at a time. Thanks to a small magazine size of 30 rounds, he's been forced to reload every ten seconds but he managed to save himself every time from being overwhelmed by these 'images'. His hands begin to sweat and his hand starts to slip off the fore grip. He was caught off guard and a Vaas 'image' began to hack at Jason. But the blade just went through his wrist. Just as if it were a ghost, but he could still feel the pain. He swung the butt of the fold-out stock at the 'image' and it flew back. Then Jason fired off 7 rounds to finish 'it' off.

After a while, Vaas' replicas stopped running at Jason. As relieved as he was, he knew his job wasn't over until Vaas ends up dead. So he wiped the sweat of his forehead and continued to walk along the television path. Another staircase emerges in front of Jason. Adrenaline begins to pump at a faster rate now, yet he still cannot sprint as his body yields him to stop, at the top of the stairs, another platform rose and there was Vaas; standing there as if he was about to rip Jason apart. Jason pounced at him, and found the Chinese Ceremonial dagger in his hand. Jason went to jab left but Vaas dodged. Then he went to the right and yet another counter. Jason tries for the left again and his arm is blocked by Vaas' in an attempt at another stab. Jason needed to think. He was running out of time. Then he had an idea.

"You can't win Jason!" Vaas shouted right in his face, and began to laugh heavily. Then Jason dropped the dagger, picked it up with his left hand and stabbed Vaas right in the gut. Vaas' expression was of shock; his jaw dropped. He instantly moved off Jason to put pressure on his stomach. It began gushing blood, but Jason didn't finish the job. He went in for 2 more stabs, one around the heart and another around where the first was. Vaas' then collapsed to the floor, blood soaking his red singlet and dripping to the ground. Jason fell too; and there they were; lying there; motionless.