Music was blasting throughout the old torn and dirty warehouse were piles of burnt out cars, junk, drugs and animal corpses lined the interior. Neon lights glowed brightly against the tin ceiling giving a nice night club touch to the place as the loud music continued to boom throughout the desolate like place. On the inside it was dead, eerie, just the way it should be, but outside the warehouse the sounds of Pirates partying could be heard, their screams and hollers echoing through the midnight air as they stumbled around drunk, fucking to their hearts content and fighting like a pack of animals.
Yet it twas the Pirate Lord within the empty warehouse that was out of place, as the sound of the music travelled to his eardrums as if he could feel the vibrations through the air, exhaling a puff of smoke and rolling his eyes into the back of his eye socket. Ecstasy was rare in such times as Vaas the Pirate Lord reclined back into his old leather swivel chair; the leather had been badly torn in all sorts of places and had probably seen better days. In this dark gloomy room was but a desk, a large double bed put on rickety wooden frame, clothing littered the floor amongst used needles, condoms, beer bottles and cigar butts.
With a heavy sigh the pirate lord raised his joint back to his lips sucking on the material, inhaling its contents into his body as he took it all in, the calming sensation, the feeling that vibrated through his whole entire body. For this man did not care much for what his fellow subordinates where doing, he didn't care how hung over they got, right now all he cared about was the weightless feeling on his shoulders, that feeling of being high, so high that you could almost float above the ground. For in the darkness, all Vaas needed was the flicker of the neon lights outside his room, the loud music and the taste of the drug in his system.
How had he come to be here? Where had he gone so badly wrong and was it even wrong anymore? The first time he took someone's life he knew that the sensation of it would never leave him, the way blood trailed down his hand, the vibration of the blade in hand and even the feeling of the skin on his face stretching into a wicked smirk before his vocal chords erupting with a sound of laughter that did not belong to him, or was it? Even in his own madness Vaas could not remember, but that was the point, the drugs and alcohol, the bitchs that come and go, the bloodshed, it all just passes the old memory, the lies and betrayal he suffered.
Vaas couldn't even recall the day before, all he knew was that he was pissed, so pissed that he required a fair few drinks, some damn good drugs and some bitches to slay, but the latter he was missing because even though he told himself he wanted to, he felt something inside of him say otherwise. Something moved against his neck as Vaas sat up to hunch over, the chair he sat on creaking ever so slightly despite the music in the distance. Slowly his bandaged hand travelled up to his collar bone and lightly touched the gem he held so closely. Images flashed before him, the past that he could never escape and the misery it brought him.
It all started with Citra, how it began Vaas couldn't recall, he just knew as a child that he believed it was his duty to protect her, to care for her but somehow Citra got lost in her emotions and Vaas didn't even notice until it was too late the manipulative attitude, the things he had done just to appease her, but it was never enough, not for Citra. She became demanding and Vaas could never escape, when he came to his senses he tried to leave, they argued but Citra was too cunning despite being unstable. Drugs. That's what she used on him and that's when things went so badly south for him.
Some ask how the heck did he get his title, a psycho, a Pirate Lord, an Insane bastard with a lust for blood, a traitor, a betrayer, and a demon. Many could see it coming, and those that did where killed quickly before he was even warned, all Citra's doing though, she had made him his pawn back then, and he vowed the day he left that no woman, no matter how fine or beautiful she is, how strong and powerful she can be, none shall ever dominate him, control him like Citra did.
With a snort from his nostrils as a puff of his joint flew out and up into the air, Vaas reclined back into his chair, his head once more gazing up at the pathetic ceiling as he contemplated maybe spray painting the shit out of it just to make something more amusing around here. However in reality Vaas was sick of this, sick of doing the same thing over and over again, drugs, slaves, rape, murder, kill, it never ends, the fighting, the hostages, the money, even the Movies that Hoyt imported started to seem like old repeats, too cliché or just down right boring. That's why he was so high on drugs 24/7 it helped him get past the pain, it made him feel better, free, but with a cost.
That being Hoyts bitch, even though the pirate lord was indeed the Tyrants right hand man, Vaas could see that he was weak, he was nothing more than another pawn, used by another and there was nothing he could do. Stopping the drugs now seemed almost impossible, like as if the thought of it was enough to make Vaas sick in the stomach as he sat upright and decided to stand up dropping the butt of the joint on the ground before planting his foot over it.
While weighing up the pros and con of the whole situation, everyone knew there was no escape, you would just think yourself to death. How many years had it been since he left his family, his friends, and the people he once called Elders, the young maidens in the jungle playing, and the sweet scent of home? How many times had he asked himself this? His Mother was dead when he was but a child, his Father being the leader of the tribe did what he did best and that was fight and died in the process of the war against the very men that now serve Vaas. Citra…oh Citra. She was another story to be told.
From a young age she was so demanding upon him, asked him to do everything, protect her from the evil in the world but it was he who was protecting the evil not knowing his own sisters full extent and when he did what could he do but run?
A/n: Man I've had this in my folder for MONTHS, like its almost a year old and I thought I may as well post it up. I was going to do something like the backstory to Vaas but when I did some research it was already a subject sooo many had touched on that I thought I'd leave it out. Anyway tell me what you guys think because if its good enough then I'll finish off the backstory I had about how Vaas became who he is today.