There's No Place Like Home

by jjboivin

What's worse than washing up on unknown grounds? Let me tell you. It's watching your brother get shot and having this mad man steal everything away from you. It's seeing your friends being beaten and tortured, while you stand there hopeless. And maybe, just maybe, you'll escape from there. But no one has ever escaped from hell. Rated M for a reason. AU. Vaas/OC.

1. Prologue

Yes I'm back:) I've been away and busy with school, but I came back for the summer! I re-read all the reviews for my last fic and went with a "different" version of a far cry fanfic. You'll have to stick with me if you want to know what's different because with only a prologue and one chapter, not a lot can be said:) So leave me some feedback and/or tell me what you'd want to see different in this fic!

disclaimer: I do not own Far cry or anything pertaining to far cry. I own my OCs.

This is AU as you will see further on.

Prologue

Vaas watched the ship from his perch on the mountains. Rain ripped at his clothes, tearing at his skin. The walkie-talkie in his hand buzzed, demanding attention. The voice on the other end scratched in the device, not a single word being clearly deciphered. Shrieking wind sizzled in his ear, rain drops blinding his vision. A smirk stretched his lips when he looked up at the grey sky. Only a terrible storm could bring him his favorite present. Only thunder and lightning could splatter blood on his hands once again. Like if they weren't already stained with crimson.

Thunder clasped the air, lightning lighting up the dark waters for a brief moment. The boat collapsed sideways as it hit a rather huge wave, the water engulfing half of the marine structure. Vaas swore he heard the yells of a human, but his ears could be playing games on him. He only wished there was a handful of good merchandise on that boat. He only wished the blood was fresh.

Down in the water, the pirate lord caught sight of bobbing heads. Lightning seared the dark sky, illuminating Vaas' new targets. He laughed out loud, against the rain, debating whether he should just jump in and dig in, or wait and savor the moment. His sadistic side told him he should wait, that the blood would be sweeter if boiled. Vaas didn't fight that idea, it seemed poised itself.

Therefore, as the waves ate away at the new arrivals, the pirate lord packed up the jeep and headed back to base. A new itch had started in his body, growing under his skin like mold. He could feel the irritation scratch at his nerves, pending him to move faster, begging to be soothed. The rain came in harder, making the itch grow, the need heavier. He couldn't wait. He felt like an impatient child at Christmas. He wanted those people, he needed to hear their screams, their pleads. And oh how he would make them scream, make them beg.