The Long Road Back
Ch. 1
Authors Note: An idea I've wanted to write for a while after beating the Far Cry 3. It's my first real attempt at writing a story so I'm open to any criticism from anybody. If people like it then I'll keep writing if not I'll see if some of my other ideas take better form. I do not own Far Cry 3 or any of its characters. All rights go to Ubisoft.
Darkness. That was how the nightmare always started. Then, the screaming of his friends. He tried so hard but he couldn't save them. He saw as his girlfriend Liza and his best friend Oliver burned to death in that mansion. How the face of his brother Riley cried in fear from the window of the plane he didn't stop in time. Then the most painful part of the dream came. The part had really happened. The slow, agonizing death of his brother Grant. He remembered all too clearly the pained look his brother gave as he slowly choked on his own blood. Try as he might he couldn't stop the bleeding from the bullet that lodged itself in his brother's neck while the pirate leader Vaas mocked him.
Jason Brody awoke with a start. The cold air of his room and the swaying of the boat reminded him of where he was.
Jason and his friends escaped the Rook Islands only a few weeks prior but it felt like it had been only a few hours.
The images of the beautiful beaches and the people were as vivid as those of the hundreds of men he killed. The blood of the countless animals he hunted and killed. That final eerie look Vaas gave him as he took his last breath. Jason remembered it all so intensely.
As he thought about more and more, he felt his heart rate quicken. His hands began to tremble and slowly make the shape of the ceremonial dagger he used to end the lives of Vaas and that sinister hit man Buck. The thought of driving the blade through the flesh of another human gave him a rush of unnatural joy.
Suddenly there was a quite knock on his. "Oh… Come in.", said Jason snapping back to reality. It was his girlfriend Liza. Girlfriend was a hard term to accept after the events that had transpired on the Island.
"You're up. Good." said Liza quietly as she slowly opened the door. She stepped hesitantly into the room and walked to side of Jason's bed. "How are you feeling?" she asked in a small voice. It was like she was scared of Jason. He could feel her fear and relished in it. It reminded him of the fear he could see in the faces of his enemies as they searched for him, unsure of where the deadly assassin "Snow White" was lurking.
He returned his thoughts to the conversation at hand, speaking before the silence became awkward.
"Yeah. How'd you sleep?" asked Jason.
"I slept well. I'm starting to get used to the swaying in this thing." Liza spoke in an odd tone. It sounded like she was avoiding something that she wanted to get off of her chest.
"So why did you come check on me?" Jason asked, being direct.
"Ummm…well I just wanted to ask…ummm…"
"What happened back on the island?" Jason said, finishing his girlfriend's sentence for her with a hint of harshness. Jason didn't want to talk about his experiences on the island. No one would understand what he had done and what he had become, Liza especially.
"It's just that… you've been acting so distant. You've changed and we all just want to…"
"LIZA! Just stop okay! If I want to talk to you about it then I will. For now can't I get a little fucking peace?" Exclaimed Jason angrily. He instantly regretted it. A look of pain washed over his girlfriend's face. "Liza it's just complicated okay."
"Okay. Fine." said Liza, obviously hurt. She got up from the side of Jason's bed tears forming in her eyes. As she walked out Jason began to think about what Liza was saying and how much he had changed from the carefree fun-loving guy he used to be.
"Oh god," Jason whispered, "What have I become?"