I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO THE FAR CRY UNIVERSE.

A song to help you guys get in the story : Far Cry 3 OST I'm Sorry.

I also recomend you watch this if you are a fan of Far Cry 3: watch?v=zZaFs-kDwK4

Also jason has the complete Tatau and his other arm as the Hurk's deluxe edition tatoo.

Chapter 1 : No rest for the wicked.

"You have won"

Was the thing Citra said after she plunged an ancient knife into the chest of a young tatooed man who was lying under her. A look of pain and surprise on his face. His name was Jason Brody. Jason oroginally came to this island for a resort with his friends, brothers and girlfriend. They all had fun. The island seemed like a paradise on hearth.

Untill all hell broke loose.

They all got kidnapped by pirates. Vaas's pirates. And before Jason knew it, he had escaped. But it came with a price. That price being the life of his brother.

He also killed for the first time. A machete to the neck. At the time ,when the adrenaline wore off, he wanted to puke. To cry.

To go back home.

But he couldn't. He was stuck in this hell hole. But he had to save his friend. And he did, killing hundred if not thousands of pirates in the process. Even begining to enjoy killing them.

He also joined the Rakyats, a group of tribals that fought the pirates. He later met Citra. The woman that Jason would developed feelings for. The woman that would change his life for the worst.

"I am sorry Jason. You were becoming like Vaas." Citra said, regret actually in her voice.

And now here he was, slowly dying. Only regret on his mind and blood on his hands. The blood of pirates, of friends.

"Go in peace my warrior. Go in peace." She gently said.

He couldn't. And has Jason Brody finally died his only thought was : "I'm sorry"

"Wake up, warrior." A voice said.

Green eyes slowly opened, blinking in confusion. He was in what seemed like a black abyss.

"I should be dead" Jason said as he sat up, looking around for the person who talked to him.

"You are dead." The voice said again. The voice had seemed to be echoing all around Jason.

"Where the fuck are you, show yourself !" Jason screamed, his instinct kicking in.

"As you wish." The voice responded.

As Jason looked around trying to find the source of the voice or even any danger, the ground shook.

Not even a second later, a familiar red mask with flames coming out of the eye sockets. The grin on the mask seemed to be amused.

Jason felt his eyes widen in pure shock. This couldn't be happening ! He killed it !

"Y-You're dead ! I fucking killed you !" Jason screamed at the ink monster.

"Then we are both dead, aren't we ?" It said, taunting him once again.

Reality finally hitted Jason. He was dead. He was killed by Citra.

"I-I'm really dead... " Jason said looking down at the ground. "She killed me..."

The ink monster didn't respond, he simply stared at Jason.

"Why are you here." Jason asked it after a couple of minutes of silence.

"I simply want to talk, warrior." It said. "... And maybe a proposition."

"Then talk, it's not like I have anything else to do." He said bitterly.

"I suppose not." The ink moster chuckled "Tell me, do you know why this... Citra killed you ?" It asked.

Jason simply stared at it

" Because the prophecy said so." It responded.

"What prophecy ?" Jason asked, obviously confused.

" Once the warrior as conquered evil, the warrior shall be reborn through death." It said, a hint of venom in its voice. "... It is what happened to me. Like you , I was manipulated. I was betrayed. With time my legacy was twisted, I became the monster. Just like yours will be. Altough Citra did actually cared for you, the rakyat had already poisoned her mind."

Jason didn't respond. He simply stared into the dark abyss.

"Did you know that Citra and Vaas did not come from this island ? I do not know where they lived before this, but they were found on a boat that crashed on Rook island. The old chief of the rakyat adopted them. He poisoned their minds. But Vaas saw trough his lies. He tried to escape only to be found by Hoyt. He was once again lied to, sadly this time he wasn't able to escape. He was constantly tortured and drugged. You know what happened after this..."

"Why are you telling me this ?" Jason finally asked.

"Because I am dying. After hundreds if not thousands of year of watching the island, I am finally dying. And in all those year, you are the first one to be able to defeat me. You are the cause of it.." It said looking down at Jason.

He tensed his muscle, already preparing if a fight had to happen.

"So what, you're gonna take your revenge ?" Jason asked.

The ink monster simply stared at him. A sound echoed around Jason. He saw the ink monster shoulder's shake.

Was it laughing ?!

"HEY ! What the fuck is so funny you bastard !?" Jason screamed angrily.

"Revenge ? Oh no I actually want to thank you." It said after calming down, even if a chuckle still escaped its... mouth ?

" I also want to give you something." It added.

"And that is ?" Jason asked, still a bit weary.

"A second chance."

"What..." Jason breathed.

"I can send you back...Jason." It said, using his real name for the first time.

"What's the catch ?" Jason asked.

"You won't be in your old body" It said.

"What do you mean ?" Jason asked.

"I simply mean that there is gonna be two Jason Brody. The old one... and you." It said. "Can you accept the fact that there is a chance that you will have to fight yourself ?"

Could he ? That was the question that was roaming inside of Jason's head. Not only would he see himself, he would see Lisa, Daisy, Riley and all of the others.

Could he really see them after what he had done to them ?

But it was also the only to rewrite his wrong. To save his friend. He could stick to the shadow and help... well himself from the distance. And after that... he could finally go in peace.

It might be selfish in a way but he didn't care.

"Ok... I'll do it..." Jason said with determination while looking up at the gigantic monster in front of him.

"Good." It simply said.

After that, its flaming eyes glowed brighter and brighter.

Json felt the familiar sensation of when a new tatau appeared on his left hand.

He brought it up to his face curious to see what it was.

He saw that he had the ink monster's mask on the back of his hand, the "mouth" of the mask was open, fire was also coming out of it. The fire came over his finger but also slithered betwen the space of his fingers. The flame finally stopped at the center of his palm where they join eachother to form a circle. Insinde the circle were multiple engravements that Jason couldn't read properly.

He felt the sensation again, only this time on his chest. Exactly where Citra impaled him.

He looked down to see that a new tatau was on his chest. Like the one on his left wrist, wings with a circle between them was now etched upon it. In the middle of said circle was the ink monster's mask. The mask was exactly where the scar of when both Vaas and Citra stabbed him.

Jason looked up from his chest to see that its mask was slowly turning into dust, the mouth and the nose were already gone. The now revealed mouth of the monster was curled up into a smile.

"Thank you, Jason Brody..."

Was the last thing Jason heard before his world became white.

Green eyes snapped open. The afternoon sun was glaring down at him, he could feel the water touching his feet. He faintly heard the sound of gunfire in the distance.

Jason did nothing for a good minute, the realisation of what was happening finally sinking in.

"I'm... back, I'm really back." Jason said a stupid grin on his face.

He quickly lost it as he sat up and realised that...

He was naked, on the beach and ,if the black smoke was anything to go by, close to a pirate outpost.

" Oh that's just fuckin' great." He mumbled.

After a bit, he looked around to try and locate himself. It didn't take him long to know where he was.

He was close to the Medusa, the gunfire seemed to be coming from there too.

It was probably his old self that was the cause, after all when he tried to infiltrate the Medusa he failed miserably and almost died multiple times.

" I need to find some clothes... and guns."

Thats where the black smoke came to mind.

"Capture an outpost completely naked... well I always liked a good challenge." Jason said, not even realising a small sadistic grin was on his face.

It was a good thirty minutes later that he reached the smoke, now revealing that it was only a temporary camp.

In the camp were six pirates, only one of them having a shotgun. The others were only grunts. One of the pirates was working on a truck. They were probably a patrol that ran into problems with said truck.

Two tents were also there. The rest of the pirates were talking and drinking around a campfire while cooking a pig.

Only one pirates was patrolling around the camp.

Perfect.

Jason silently approached the lone pirate that was patroling. When the pirate back was to jason, he striked.

He pounced on the pirate, put his hands around his head and...

*Srcuunch*

Broke his neck. Jason quickly hid his body behind one of the tent. He looked over what he had.

One Ak, like pretty much every pirates. One magazine for said Ak. A machete and fifty dollars.

" Well it's something." He thought to himself.

He peeked trough the corner to see what he could do now.

The four pirates around the fire had their back to the one who was working on the truck.

Well this should be fun. He quietly approached the the back of the truck while hiding behind the tents. When he was behind it, he picked up a rock and threw it a bit farther then him.

The shotgun weilding pirate went to check what was the sound, only to hear footsteps beside him. The last thing he saw before he died was a naked tattooed man running at him with a machete.

Jason quickly picked up the pirate's M1911, took a deap breath, and..

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

Shot the four remaining pirates in the back of their heads.

A grin still etched on Jason's face during all of this.

After, Jason went back to the dead body of the pirate that he broke the neck. After all, he still needed new clothes.

It was now the end of the afternoon, the camp was completely burned down. Jason had grabbed everything useful and had all prepared everything else to be burned.

And now here was jason, driving a truck while clothed with a red T-shirt and black jeans. An Ak, one M133 and a M1911 on the passenger seat. He could put his personal touch on them later.

" I'm back motherfuckers !" Jason screamed with glee.

Never noticing his eyes flashing orange for a brief moment.

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Hey guys this is a project that I had in mind for a while. I wasn't sure if I should work on this chapter but ideas just flew into my head and I said "Fuck it". So yeah the updates might be slow for this one.

Now you may be wondering where the fuck I'm taking this story ? Well to be honest I don't know myself but I do have a rough idea. One of them is to have Jason's friend to be a bit more in the spotlight. Daisy in particular as I have a short sub plot with her.

Also pairings. And before you go nuts and think : Vaas or... idk Hurk's monkey. ( oh god why the fuck did I write that) I'm not sure about pairings. I had Daisy in mind for our Jason ( if this happens, her sub plot will be even more important.) but once again I'm not sure. If you guys have suggestions, write them in a review.

Anyway you guys probably noticed how Jason acted. You have to keep in mind that we are talking about the endgame Jason. At this point he's basically Vaas 2.0. So keep in mind that the story will become M later on as Jason's more sadistic sides will show.

So... yeah. I hope you enjoyed.

Take care you guys, DoctorIm.