This takes place if Jason never came to Rook and two years before the game, meaning Vaas is 25. THIS HAS BEEN EDITED 02/02/2016

The world is on a diagonal. I am the balancing point.

-Vaas Montenegro, Farcry 3

Chapter 1: Greetings from Hell

Myra was never like the others. She always had something dark inside her that her parents urged her to hide from the world. For example, when she was seven years old, she killed a rabbit just to cut it open and poke around its insides. Her parents found her in the yard, bloody and hyper, and took her to a psychologist. That didn't work, Myra stayed the same, with dark thoughts. Her mother and father urged her to hide it to sugar coat it with money, clothes, and make up.

Even though Myra was a beautiful girl, with dark brown, wavy hair and light blue eyes, her way to hide the darkness was with make up. Her parents were rich. They lived in a mansion too big for them, and Myra went to a school with preppy uniforms and young teachers. Since the age of ten, Myra never let the darkness get out of her, she buried it with the rabbit.

Myra was on a plane with her bestfriend (one that her mother presented to her so she could fit in and help burry the darkness) Ella and the boy who always found her attractive, Jake. Myra had taken the makeup off that morning, tired of its heaviness.

She shifted in her first class seat, looking out the window, and listening to Back and Black by AC/DC that blasted through her earphones. That was the kind of music she liked, not the heavy metal crap, but the guitar and drums shit. She mentally sang along while observing the dark sky.

They were going to Bangkok.

Myra had turned twenty about three days ago. Her parents, being the rich and outgoing kind, decided to celebrate and send her to Bangkok with her friends. Ella's parents, too rich to give a damn about where their daughter was, accepted and bought her a ticket. Jake's parents took longer to fold, buying the ticket only a week ago.

Sitting beside her was preppy little Ella Turner. Her blond hair was tied in a pony tail over her round head and she wore black nerd glasses over her light grey eyes. Her face was a bit chubby, with full cheeks and full lips. She had slumped into a heavy slumber hours ago, tired from the waiting in the airport. Jake, with his short dark hair, big brown eyes, and tanned skin, sat beside Ella, slowly fading into a heavy sleep. They still had four hours in the plane before getting to Bangkok.

Myra's lids were closing by themselves, heavy and humid. She settled in her seat, taking her earphones out and shutting her eyes. She sighed before sleep tugged her into its' dark tunnel.
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Myra woke up when someone was pushing at her shoulder. Her eyes opened at once to find Jake leaning over her, a smile plastered on his face. "We're here, let's go," he said, excitment obvious in his voice. Myra nodded and got up.

They waited forever at the airport, only getting out in the early hours of morning. Bangkok was already up and about, as Myra and her friends made their way to their hotel. When they arrived in their suite, tired even with the sun up, they all collasped in their beds, sleep beckoning.

After what seemed like hours of sleep, the group got up and decided they were going to party. Their hotel was on the beach near a renown club. A DJ called Doug was the main event at that club. Myra was never a fan of dancing and partying, but she was in Bangkok, she was twenty, and she had be free.

They made their way down the incline and towards the booming music. Ella held onto Myra's arm. "This is going to be so fun!" she squealed much to Myra's discontent. They walked faster to the club, and upon entering, they waited by the door, listening to the music.

At first, Myra wanted to turn away and run. The club was packed! Everywhere they looked, bodies were rubing against other bodies, sweat and alcohol in the air. The music drumed through Myra's chest, begging her to dance. She smiled a bit, the music having an effect on her. "Come dance with me!" Ella begged, fake pouting. Myra rolled her blue eyes and was dragged to the dance floor.

She swayed her hips side to side to the beat of the music. She had dressed with a tight, black tank top and army pants that were a bit loose on her. She heard Ella laughing while Jake joined them on the dancefloor, drinks in hand. He handed one to Myra who gulped it down with a grimace while Ella took tiny sips.

They continued to dance, sweat beading their forheads and bare arms due to the hot weather and incredible amount of people. The DJ was incredible. The music he played sent you wanting for more, making your body beg to dance. Myra let the music and alcohol crawl under her skin, let the dance bring her to another place behind her closed eyelids.

After awhile, the crowd started to dispers, leaving more space for the trio to dance. Jake had tried countless times to dance with Myra, but she wouldn't allow it, she wasn't here for only sex with Jake, she was here to explore.

She twisted around and opened her eyes. The DJ was looking straight at her. She smiled at him and he returned the smile. He continued to watch the group dance during the whole night and when the night was almost over, Myra and her friends walked outside.

"Damn!" Ella shrieked, laughing and tugging at Jake's arm. Myra frowned and leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath and tune down the dizziness.

"You guys wanna chill with me?" a voice asked. The trio spun around to face a thin man. The DJ.

"Really?" Ella asked ignorantly. Myra studied him while he kept his eyes on her, licking his lips.

"Yeah," he answered. "Let's chill on the beach."

They walked down the incline again to the beach. The four of them sat in the sand, Myra next to the DJ while the others sat on his left. He stretched and lay back in the sand while Myra watched him urgently. He sighed and chuckled. "I'm Doug by the way," he said.

"We know," Ella said, chuckling and hickuping. Jake chuckled while Myra continued to watch Doug.

"Where you from?" Doug asked.

"California," Myra answered, turning her head to the water, watching it crash against the sand. Doug nodded.

"You guys came here on a school outing or what?" he asked.

"No, our parents paid for us to come here for Myra's birthday!" Ella excitedly said. Myra shot her a look and she shrugged, looking at Jake.

"Really?" Doug asked, interested. "You kids must have nice parents... and money."

"That's not what we lack," Jake answered, finally speaking to Myra's surprised. Doug smiled broadly, sitting up and looking at the horizon.

"You guys want to have some real fun?" he asked, looking at Myra like she was going to answer first.

"Yes!" Ella cheered, the consumption of drinks being evident in her voice as she laughed.

"Ever heard of Rook Island?" he asked, mystery in his voice.

"What's that?" Myra asked, cracking her knuckles with curiosity.

"An island where you can do whatever you want," Doug replied, almost singing the last part. Myra nodded, sending her dark waves behind her back.

"How do we get there?" Jake asked.

"Oh that's easy. Just take a boat at the port and ride in a straight line until you see it," Doug replied, looking at Jake. "Or it sees you."

Ella laughed childishly at that and hid her face in Jake's arm. Doug got up suddenly uninterested and brushed the sand off his trousers. "You guys have fun here," he said before waving them goodbye.

Myra stared at Jake, who was looking out at the sea. "You're not seriously thinking about going to that island, are you?" she asked. Jake shrugged.

"Why not?" he said. "If we don't find it, we just turn back. Myra, we're here for fucking two weeks. Let's just enjoy it!" Ella laughed at that. Myra nodded with a sigh of defeat.

"We'll go tomorrow night. We need to sober up this one," she said pointing a finger at Ella. Jake nodded and they both dragged Ella back to the hotel.

"It's going to be fun," Jake assured Myra.

"Yeah," Myra said, shrugging and having a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.