So this is my first attempt at a Far Cry based story. I don't even think I've even tempted to write this type of work.

I don't know why but I really liked Joseph's character in the game/film, if anyone has seen Greg's interview, I kinda agree with him. But hopefully you'll enjoy this story; it will include all the other characters too.

Disclaimer: Not mine only my character Mary.

Summary: Mary comes to Hope County after her mother worryingly stops answering her calls. When she arrives, Mary is oddly welcomed by a fanatical cult and grabs the attention of the one they call...The Father. Joseph/OC

Prologue

Run.

Run

Run faster.

Mary kept repeating these words over and over, barely able to hear them in her own head, due to how loud her heart was pounding. She was exhausted from running and she was terrified by what would happen to her if she stopped running.

Run. Run and don't you dare stop running.

She was running as fast as she could, weaving through thick tree trunks, trying to avoid the brambles that clawed at her clothes, tearing them and her soft flesh beneath them. It wasn't easy running through the forest. She was barefoot and the forest floor assaulted her feet with each step she took. Low hanging branches and twigs whipped at her body leaving behind stinging bruises. One had slapped her hard across the cheek, splitting the flesh along her cheek bone.

Run.

She had to escape, her life depended on it, but the roots of the trees that were hidden beneath fallen leaves kept tripping her up, sending her stumbling forward but she was always able to catch her footing.

Run!

She was trying, but the soil beneath the rotting leaves that soiled her escape route was slippery. Everything seemed against her. She just had to get away, she just had to escape. She wasn't even sure she could fight. She was fast but she knew they was faster.

"We're close! Find her!"

They are everywhere.

She couldn't see them but she could feel that he was close. She didn't dare turn around to see just how close, she just kept putting one foot in front of the other and moving as fast as she could.

He was behind her, somewhere in the ever growing darkness.

It was that thought that made her legs suddenly move a little quicker. But that didn't last as she had to quickly drop to the floor with her hands covering her head as best as they could. The gunshot that had made her drop to the floor, covering her head, echoed around her as bits of bark showered down on her form, from the thick tree that the bullet had burst into.

"I see her!" Jacob called out as he shone his flashlight onto a figure on the floor. Mary cursed herself for stopping and knew now, her escape was going to be even harder.

"Stop Jacob...Mary come out now"

She knew that voice.

It was Joseph.

When he called out her name...it was so angelic, he almost made her stop running full stop but she knew there was no turning back.

Mary pushed herself up and began moving forward again. She had barely put distance between herself and the gunshot tree when the front half of her bare foot hooked itself tight underneath the root of a tree. She fell forward and landed hard on her floor.

Pain hit her everywhere.

Her ankle screamed it, the flesh on her foot had been torn and ripped by the rough root. Her left wrist had been crushed awkwardly beneath her body and she was sure had suffered severe damage. Her ribs had smacked down against some more tree roots and the pain in them had winded her completely.

It took a minute but finally the air returned to her lungs and with a whimper, she attempted to push herself up, which resulted with pain that shot up her leg. Mary cried out and fell back down.

"I wouldn't move, if I was you." Joseph warned, making her freeze in place. To emphasise, she heard Jacob cock his gun with a grunt.

I was so close.

"Death is upon the world already Mary...let's not fight anymore." Joseph said to her as he watched her try to push herself again, but failed. Again.

Mary cursed to herself but she knew she had to confront her defeat. Mary felt all eyes on her as she slowly turned around to face her captors. Jacob with the shotgun, John behind him and few other people that she recognised from the compound. His followers.

"I told you what would happen, if you tried to escape," Jacob said matter-of-factly as he glared down at her, the rifle in his hands now pointing right at her face. But Mary chose to look at Joseph's face and not the barrel of the gun. Some part of her was telling herself to beg Joseph for forgiveness, tell him she would do anything if he would spare her a death on a cold forest floor. Another part of her wanted to get the hell out of this town and away from this cult. She knew that wasn't going to happen right now though. All she had left right now, all she had the energy for besides holding off passing out from pain, was words.

"You people are crazy." She spat at them. Joseph smiled at her before he looked up towards the sky for a moment before slowly walking towards Mary, in which she recoiled back.

"Do not fear me Mary." She turned her face away from Joseph, which made him grab her face and look her over, stroking her face gently. "You'll be cleansed from your sins and will join me in Eden's Gate."

"I'll never join you!" Mary spat at him.

"You already have," Joseph pointed out with a smirk and slowly moved towards her face. "I told you that God will not let you leave me," Joseph said whispered softly before moving away from her. Mary was about to say something but Jacob connected the solid metal of the rifle against her head, knocking Mary unconscious.

"My children, Mary needs to be reminded of her purpose and her being here, is not by choice or by chance." Joseph said to his flock, before turning to Mary and carefully picked up her lifeless form. He brushed her hair back of her face. "She is the grace, chosen by God," He watched as blood that seeped from a wound made by being hit with the gun, trickle down her head in a slow stream.

"Come, let's begin the atonement," And Joseph carried Mary's form back to his compound, followed by his children.

TBC

Thanks for reading. Please let me know if you want more, if so I will carry on. Other chapter will be longer than this one. This chapter was just to offer a taste of what's to come.

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- R