Welcome everyone!
I adore Far Cry 3. So I decided I must write a story on it.
This one will be a bit unique, since our main character, Cyra, meets Vaas before he joins Hoyt.
And I want to say, when I first saw the same Cyra, I pronounced it, ki-rah. (Ki sounding like the beginning of the word kite.)
Frankly, I like this pronunciation much better than its real pronunciation, which is SEER-ah, or SYE-rah.
So, pronounce it whichever way you'd like, but I'm thinking of it as ki-rah, so I'd really encourage that.
Much better ring to it.
If you are wondering why I didn't spell it Kyra, I frankly don't like the look of it. xD *Ahem*
As to any of my followers of my other FF, Ballad of the Broken, have no fear. I will abandon neither story!
So, with that, let's get this story started!
It is in first person, which is new for me, but I love it. It's fantastic.
Oh yeah. There will be cursing, violence, adult themes, and angst in this story. Thus the M rating.
Far Cry 3 and related characters belong to Ubisoft. Everyone else, is mine.
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Chapter 1: Sunset
The warm breeze felt warm and soft on my skin. Birds above me sang and dove down into the canyon, twisting and turning gracefully around one another. The waterfall to the left was tremendous; the rhythmic, pounding sound of water filled the air. The water's mist periodically touched my face, making me smile and close my eyes.
"Hey, Cyra! Come on!" Owen's voice called out behind me.
"Oh, sorry!" I called out, running back over to him. John sat next to Sarah and Phoebe, a smile plastered on his face.
"Geez Cyra, why are you always last?" he taunted.
Phoebe's high voice giggled, "Because she watches too many documentaries on places like this."
Leaving the bow of the boat, I joined my friends around the table on the yacht's deck.
"Sorry I actually am excited to see all this!" I snapped, sitting down on a soft deck chair.
Sarah's black hair blew across her face, annoyance flashed in her eyes as she yanked it away. "That's why John likes her so much." I felt myself blush, and quickly took a swing of my Ginger Ale. I hated when Sarah referred to me and John like that. We weren't really dating. I mean, I really care about John, but with my parent's bad divorce, and my godfather's death, I just couldn't handle it. I don't think John is ever going to give up. I thought silently to myself.
John snapped his head towards his sister, his own short spiky black hair shining brightly in the sun. "Would you shut it!"
Phoebe twirled her strawberry blonde hair with her finger, "It's true. You both are such nerds."
John and I looked at Phoebe and shook our heads in unison. "Says the girl who could spend the rest of her life watching the Kardashians." I said with a snort.
Owen burst out laughing, his infectious laugh making the rest of us join in. Phoebe smacked Owen's sun kissed, sandy brown hair with a sharp whap.
"Oh shut the hell up!" her face turned beat red.
I laughed and leaned forward on my knees, "It's true Phoebe. At least documentaries don't rot your brain."
John looked at me and nodded, "Agreed."
Owen scooted over next to Phoebe and laced his long arm around her small shoulders, "Hey now you guys. It was her idea to come here in the first place. Let's give her a break."
Phoebe's scowl brightened, and I just laughed, "Yeah, I guess."
Sarah leaned back in the white couch and nodded, "Yeah. Good thing your dad buys you anything you want."
I raised my eyebrows as Phoebe's freckled face tightened again, "What is this? Gang up on Phoebe day!?"
Everyone burst out laughing as Phoebe's face turned another shade of red.
"Technically, she didn't suggest this island anyway, Lily did." John said, leaning forward to grab his coke off the table in the middle of the sitting area.
"Did Lily ever text you back?" I asked aloud. A few weeks ago out of the blue, Lily had texted Phoebe, telling her about this amazing place called Rook Island in the South Pacific. None of us had heard of it, so we figured it must have been some exclusive island for the wealthy or something. Of course, the only one that was wealthy here was Phoebe, but none of us really cared. She could have been working a lame, minimum age job, and I still would be best friends with her. Then again, I was thankful she did have a wealthy family. If she hadn't, we wouldn't have been traveling all summer, and I'd be stuck between bickering, divorced parents. I loved my room at Phoebe's private house, without it, I'd never finish college.
Phoebe pouted, "No. I told her we were here, but she hasn't responded. So we are just going to where her beach house is."
Owen stomped his bare foot on the wooden deck and leaned onto his knees as well, "Can we just start this round of monopoly already?"
I laughed, "Yeah. I think Phoebe's going to explode if we say anything else."
Sarah chimed in, standing up and swapping seats with her brother to sit closer to me. John pouted and gave his sister an irritated look as she did, and I just stifled a smile. "Oooh, I'd like to see that!"
Phoebe crossed her arms, "Fuck you guys."
Owen slapped his leg, "Better watch that mouth young lady!"
"I'm going to buy ALL of you. And then throw you off this boat!" Phoebe snapped, picking up the little metal Yorkie board piece and slamming it onto the start square on the board. As the game started, the ship sailed away from the grand waterfall, and I already missed the cold water.
John whistled and hunched over the board himself, "Boy, ain't that the truth."
After our round of monopoly, I stood up to change into something cooler. This morning cold breeze had left, and the captain said we were nearly to our destination. I skipped down the steps into the lower cabin, opening the thin door into a room Sarah and I shared.
As I tugged my pants off and pulled on my dark denim short-shorts, Sarah ran into the room, slamming the door shut. I gave her a strange look as someone banged on the door.
"I'm going to KILL you Sarah." John's voice roared outside the door.
"Oh, you wish! Go away twinny!" Sarah giggled, locking the door behind her as she moved to her bunk.
My eyes followed her as she squeezed past me, "What's that all about?"
"Don't call me twinny! Dammit!" John's voice yelled, his footsteps stomping back up the stairs.
Sarah giggled, "Oh, you know."
I finished buttoning my shorts, and then yanked off my over sized hoodie. "I'm afraid I don't." Sarah bounced on the bottom bunk as she stared at me, "He gets so angry when I talk about you."
I stopped midway as I yanked off my t-shirt, "What did you say now?" I said frustrated.
Sarah dropped her head into her hands and looked at me, "Oh nothing. Just the usual. Told him if he never kisses you, you'll never date him."
I could feel the blood rushing to my head, and a violently yanked off my t-shirt, crossing my arms over my lacy-red bra. "Sarah! Why the hell won't you stop doing that? You know I won't date him if he tries to kiss me!" I snap. One kiss sure as hell wouldn't make me suddenly want to date him. This wasn't high school.
Sarah pouted and absently braided her long black hair, "Don't you want to be my sister?"
I threw my hands into the air, dropping down onto the opposite bunk to her.
"Sarah. Stop acting like a five year old. Jesus." I bent down and pulled out the drawer between my legs, grabbing the top of my crimson red bikini top, and an over sized sheer white jersey blouse.
Sarah's voice grew hard, "Sorry I'd like to see you both actually happy."
Sighing I stood up and crossed to the corner of the room, throwing my bra off and replacing it with the bikini top. "Sarah, please don't start this."
"Why? Because you keep making excuses why you shouldn't date him?" Sarah's voice fumed behind me. Above deck, loud, pounding music erupted over us. The music pounded with loud bass, rumbling the ship, no doubt Owen's dub-step music at work, I thought. My foot absently followed the beat of the thrumming.
"If you would just give him a chance!" Sarah yelped.
I turned towards her, my arms finding the armholes in my blouse, "Sarah. You know it isn't about John? He's great and I love him-" "HA!" Sarah's voice interrupted, "See! There's your reason."
I sighed, yanking the shirt over my head, "I love you all, you idiot. I just need to get my own shit together, ok?"
Sarah gave a scoff, "Isn't that true."
I glared at Sarah, "What is your problem?"
She stood up, her eyes shining into mine, "My problem is you! John is miserable, and so is my best friend! Stop blaming yourself for your godfather's death and your parents' divorce and just be happy for once if this past fucking year!" With that, Sarah yanked the cabin door open and slammed it shut, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.
I sighed, and sat back down onto the bunk bed. Why did Sarah always have such bad timing with conversations? I mean, I was happy. The past month all five of us had been each others company constantly. Guilt laced my stomach and I brought my knees to my chest. Am I really hurting John like this? I didn't want to, but the way Sarah spoke, it sounds like I was. I gave a loud sigh. Now I was going to talk to John, and explain I wasn't messing with him.
Suddenly footsteps stalked back down the hallway and Sarah slammed the door open again, "Oh yeah! And one more thing! He dragged your sorry ass out of how many bars? What was it? Fifteen?"
That's it. I jumped up and yelled, and Sarah squeaked and dashed away from me.
I chased her up the stairs and around the dock, until Owen's massive arms grabbed my waste, holding me back. "Let me go Owen!" I yelled, helplessly thrashing in his iron grip.
Once Sarah saw Owen had trapped me, she threw back her head and laughed, "Ha! The truth hurts doesn't it!"
"Fuck you!" I shouted, still thrashing in Owen's arms.
Phoebe and John peered out from the very top of the boat to look down at us, Phoebe's high voice sailing over the loud music, "What the hell is going on?"
John stared at me, and I suddenly felt like a complete idiot.
I looked back towards Sarah, who stared back at me. That girl knew me so well, it was both infuriating and comforting. I didn't deserve so many people who cared about me. As we stared at each other, smiles broke out on both our faces, and we both burst out laughing.
Owen looked down at me strangely, "So, what? Have you both finally lost it?"
I snorted between my laugh and nodded, "Yes, I've completely lost it. Now let me go and we'll fight to the death."
Sarah walked closer, her face red from laughing, "Yes, we shall fight for honor!"
I wriggled out of Owen's warm arms and jogged over to Sarah, mumbling a sorry.
"No, I'm sorry. I can be such a bitch sometimes." She apologized, giving me a hug. I couldn't help it. "Yeah. You are."
Sarah pulled back, "HEY."
"You said it!" I laughed, running up to the metal ladder, nimbly climbing up to where John and Phoebe stood. John helped yank me up, giving me a bizarre look, "What was that about?"
I just smiled, still feeling the warmth in my cheeks, "Ha ha, it was nothing."
I walked past John to stand on the railing of the deck, the breeze had warmed up considerably, and I closed my eyes to take in the sun's warmth.
Phoebe bounced over next to me, her bright yellow bikini greatly complimenting her spray tanned skin.
"You're hair look so cute in the sun!" she smiled.
I inadvertently touched my hand to the top of my head. I had chopped my long hair off a year ago, leaving it an inch below my jaw line. My hair was way too thick to have it long, and there was no way I'd want such long hair in this heat. My brain would roast alive.
But since it was summer, I dyed my ever changing hair color to a dark brown tinted with violet. Whenever I was in the sun, the violet shone brightly, making my hair look anything but dark brown. I smiled thinking of how bright it must be now.
"I wish I could pull something like that off." Phoebe pouted.
I laughed, "Phoebe, if you did, you wouldn't be you."
She smiled back at me, "I know. I could never be like you. I mean, the working out constantly, of course I could!" she corrected herself, and I just let my smile widen, "But all those documentaries on nature and animals, and training to cut animals open?" she waved her hand, feigning to be horrified.
John suddenly squeezed in between us, His broad shoulders shoving us both to the side. "She's training to be a zoologist Phoebe. Not just cut animals open."
Phoebe's head popped out from behind John to look at me, "You know what I mean Cyra!"
I punched John in his naturally tan arm, "Oh shut up John. I know what you meant Phoebe."
Phoebe's face puckered and she ignored John. Phoebe wasn't dumb, but for some reason I couldn't fathom, she always pretended to be stupid. We all knew she wanted to be a lawyer; instead she acted ditsy, even around us. And we have all been friends for how many years?
Of course, I knew it was because of her father. He was a nice man and all, but he talk down to her, he acted like she was dumb. I guess she was just living up to his expectations.
John elbowed me back, "You shut up." He flashed a huge toothy grin at me, his blue eyes shining in the sun. I took the bait, smiling back mischievously, nudging him back even harder, "You shut up!"
As John and I started shoving each other back and forth laughing, the boat's horn sounded, making us all jump, Sarah's scream echoed below, followed by Owen's laughter.
John, Phoebe and I scrambled down to the bow of the boat, joining Sarah and Owen.
The captain's voice echoed over the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached our destination."
I clapped excitedly as we reached an old dock; the boat came to a smooth halt, while Owen and John jumped out to help tie the boat down.
I looked up to see a bright sunny beach house sitting on a grassy cliff, overlooking the seaside. A path lead straight from the dock up the grassy dirt slope all the way to the house.
Phoebe grinned at me, throwing her head back, "Don't forget our bags boys!" she sang out, running off the boat before me and Sarah.
I laughed as excitement bubbled in my stomach, and sprinted off the boat's ramp, Sarah close behind me. I brushed past John who jumped back, yelling after us, "Oh, come on you guys!"
All of us just giggled and laughed until we reached the beach house's entrance. Phoebe panting the heaviest knocked on the door.
We all sat there for awhile, then I leaned forward and rapped on the door louder.
"Maybe they're not here." Sarah said.
Phoebe's face brightened, "That means we'd get the house all to ourselves!"
I looked horrified, "We can't just stay in their house like that!"
Phoebe waved her hand, "Oh shush. Lily could care less."
The little blonde then started to look under rocks, and both Sarah and I stared at her. "What are you doing Phoebe?"
"Looking for a key of course!" She snapped. Before I could say anything else she shot up with a loud, "Ah ha!"
In her hand was dirty little golden key, her face beamed, "Rich kids. Love to hide their keys in fake rocks."
Sarah giggled next to me and I rolled by eyes.
Once Phoebe opened the door, all three of us explored the quiet house. It had the basic beach house furniture, but otherwise was empty of belongings. By the time the boys came in with all of our bags, drenched in sweat, we all unanimously agreed Lily hadn't been here in awhile.
Phoebe then assigned us rooms, and directed the boys to drag all our bags into said rooms. Owen grumbled as he walked past me, dragging three heavy pink bags of Phoebe's.
"I hate girls." He muttered as he walked by, and I laughed and leaned into his ear, "But for Phoebe, you love it."
His eyes widened and I quickly walked away, leaving him to mutter something under his breath.
Eventually once we were all settled in, the light was already setting over the horizon.
I stood outside the back of the house that overlooked the ocean. The pink and orange colors splashed across the sky that took my breath away. Birds silently flew overhead as the bug's chittering and cicada's chirping overtook the jungle noises.
I curled my toes into the soft green grass, excited to explore more of the island.
John appeared silently next to me, his hands shoved deep in his short pockets.
"Gorgeous, isn't it?" he whistled.
I turned my head back towards the sunset, yanking my phone out to capture a piece of the moment. "Yeah, it is." I said, lowering my phone to look at the pictures I had taken. I smiled as I flicked through all the group pictures of us, John's head hovered over my shoulder, feeling the grin on his face.
"Dude, Owen looks like an idiot in that one." John laughed, taking the phone out of my hands.
"Hey, let's get a picture."
I agreed, and we both turned our backs on the bright sunset, John's arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. We both smiled and laughed into the camera, John's hand suddenly tightening on my waist. I burst out laughing, his hand sending my nerves into a frenzy, and I cursed how ticklish I was.
John then tucked the phone away and proceeded to tickle me, till I screamed and ran back towards the deck and into the house.
I quickly bounced over Owen's long legs lounging on the coffee table and fell into the cream couch next to Sarah, my cheeks hot and sore from laughing.
Sarah gave me a wry smile, and nudged me. I nudged her back hard in turn, and she scowled. Oh, I love our silent language. I thought.
John just laughed and eventually found his way to the opposite couch, shoving Phoebe's legs off the couch.
"Hey! I was laying there!" she snapped, but John just ignored her.
We talked for awhile, laughing and joking, deciding what we would do the next day. Eventually we all agreed we'd take a hike around the cliff in the morning, and then in the afternoon when it cooled off, make our way to the beach.
Phoebe hated the idea of hiking, but we all just ignored her protest.
As I walked to my room, John caught me by the waist before I could reach the doorknob.
"Hey, here's your phone. I already sent those pictures to myself." he said, pulling out my green encased phone from his pocket.
"You're welcome." I said, taking the phone from his hand, only to unlock it and see he had set both screens to pictures of both of us. I shook my head and laughed, Oh John.
I wriggled out of his warm holding and opened my door up, flicking the light on. Phoebe has given me a room nearest to the cliff, and the large French door windows opened up to a beautiful small terrace view.
I turned towards the door to see John leaning against the door.
"Can I help you with anything else?" I mused him.
He grinned back, dramatically arching his eyebrows, "Sooo, Cyra, babe. Want some company tonight?"
Even John couldn't keep a straight face and I slapped his arm laughing, "Get out! Out!" John laughed and flinched away from my light smacks. Before I closed the door he swooped down to me and brushed a soft kiss on my cheek.
With a wink he said goodnight and dashed into his room.
"John!" I yelped, throwing my flip-flop at his door. I could hear his muffled laughter through the door.
I smiled and shook my head, and my hand absently touched the warm spot where he had kissed me.
Butterflies bubbled in my stomach.
As I flopped down onto the bed, I stared at the white ceiling with a smile still on my face. This just might be the best vacation yet.