Chapter 1
Homecoming
A/N: So I took the idea of the secret ending in the game (if you haven't seen it, well that's what Youtube is for), threw in a plot for what happens after, added a few twists, and here you have it. I don't plan on making this story 50+ chapters long, but somewhere under 20. I hope you guys enjoy the story!
After thirty-five minutes of being brutally tortured on the electric bed, Paul ordered his men to take care of the limb man who was part of the infamous terrorist group, The Golden Path. A couple of them were spotted trying to take out the soldiers surrounding his fortress. Sadly, they didn't make it as far as an inch to getting whatever information they were after.
On the other hand, this was a sign they were getting more restless, bolder with the moves they made. None of them has tried to raid De Pleur's base in such a manner in who knows how long. It was suicide to even step foot anywhere in his territory. Those Golden Path leaders, Sabal and Amita, surely knew their rebel soldiers were going to run into trouble in Paul's City of Pain.
Paul sat in his chair, going over the conversation he had with the terrorist moments ago. He was holding the folder they wanted. He flipped it open to refresh his memory of what was inside.
"Mr. Ajay Ghale. What could they want with you?" Paul grinned. His cell phone started ringing. He answered it immediately upon seeing who was calling. "Hello Pagan."
"Hello, De Pleur," Pagan greeted cheerfully. "Word has got out that your place was under attack not too long ago. I'm sure everything's a-okay now. Those terrorists must have forgotten who they're playing with. Anyways, I just wanted to check in. Anything I should be aware of? Any new shocking development?"
Paul raised an eyebrow while looking down at the white document on his lap.
"I think the Golden Path has someone of interest, Ajay Ghale. He's coming to Kyrat some time next week. What uh, do want to do?"
Pagan was silent. The son of Ishwari, his long lost love, was returning to Kyrat. Something inside of him smiled. He wanted to burst into excitement. What if she was coming along? No, she couldn't! Why would she? She left 10+ years ago. What purpose would she have for coming back to this mess of a country?
Pagan sighed. Clinging to the bit of hope he had for Ishwari's return, Pagan finally had an answer for Paul.
"We shall throw the boy a homecoming. Oh, but I want the party held at your place if you don't mind."
"I would be honored to be the host." Paul agreed, exiting the interrogation room. He walked down the hall, hearing the miserable screams of the other captured soldiers.
"And one last thing, Paul. Before you take off tomorrow, I need you to send an invitation to someone. I would love for her to be a part of what's to come."
Paul stopped in the doorway of a room that smelt of vomit and blood. A small, defeated man was lying on the floor mumbling a prayer, sobbing between his words. The torturer glanced over at the man and stood in the doorway with a smile plastered across his face.
"Just give me the name and you got it."
Thanks for reading! Chapter 2 will be up soon :)