If Jason were to fail all of what he trained for, it would be a tragic ending. Vaas would do any torture he pleased or just make it quick like he did after Jason tried to escape in the helicopter. Fortunately, Jason lived...but what if, the attempt to kill Vaas did not work? It would go like this:
Jason slowly opened his eyes to see the man with that bushy mohawk of his. Recognizing it as Vaas, Jason sharply gasped and tried to get away but was instead stumbled with his vision being blurry.
Vaas laughed silently to himself and rolled Jason onto his back with his boot.
"How are you doing, hermano?" he chuckled that evil laugh once more, "Trying to go after me because my sister told you to?"
Jason groaned from pain and exhaustion. He turned his head and saw the tribal knife across the room; it was obvious that Vaas kicked it to that spot so he couldn't get it in the state he was right now. Jason slightly opened his mouth, his lips trying to escape words out. But he was so intoxicated from the syringe Vaas stabbed into him that it was just too much. After a few more seconds, he finally escaped the words he wanted.
"I...I'm going to..kill you, Vaas," he breathed between his words, eventually holding himself with his elbows. "Just fucking wait."
Vaas bursted out into laughter before beating Jason across the face with his gun. The ringing in Jason's ears and the blurriness that was there before instantly came back from that much force. Vaas' laughter very quickly faded and he lifted his prey up by the shirt collar and put their faces close together. Jason cringed at the smell of tobacco from Vaas breathing in anger that close to him, or maybe it was the eyes of a murder visible.
"Listen here, Jason. You bring your pretty boy face to my island and you expect you're going to rule this fucking place?" he growled between the clenching of his teeth. All of a sudden, Vaas completely snapped. "Don't FUCKING look at me like that! You think you're big and tough?! My sister made a warrior out of you? No no no, Jason..." Vaas pushed Jason back onto the cold hard floor, the soft sobs from the predator fading in. He turned away and put his hand over his face, spending a few seconds to sneak in some sniffs, then turning back around in pure anger. "She'll make you a monster! Do you fucking hear me?! You're not a fucking warrior! You want your life back? You should've gotten the fuck away from her! Not become a warrior!"
Jason just stared into Vaas' cold eyes before the killer heavily sighed. A sigh of stress and anger. Jason slipped his hand into his pocket. Fuck, my handgun's gone. Vaas noticed this man trying to do anything to kill him. He stared with a straight face, his eyebrows raised, his arms crossed. Despite his little fit a minute ago, he snuck in yet another chuckle, shaking his head.
"Jason, you're really…really fucking funny, you know that? Thinking you can just kill me like that, huh?" A cold pause. "Huh?"
Jason could feel his eyes watering. He didn't want to cry, he wanted to win. His chest was going up and down slowly yet with heavy breaths of nervousness. How could he win anyways? He was intoxicated with drugs so much that he couldn't stand without trembling.
"You see…" Vaas took out his handgun and loaded it, the clicking sound echoing through Jason's ears, "just because you think you're winning, doesn't mean that you are. It's all a big fucking fairytale, Jason." Vaas leaned over and ran his hand through Jason's hair before grasping it and pulling his head up, speaking softly. "You. Were never. A winner."
Vaas let his grip go, making Jason fall and bounce his head back off the floor. Cold and metal. The two feelings Jason felt pressured on his head, the teasers to his end.
And it all went black.
