There was loud banging and crashing outside as the recently triumphant warrior awoke from his slumber in the recently acquired rusty, battle worn bunker. A week had passed since he had seen his friends altogether and about a few days since he was reborn to the Rakyat. He reached over to open the dusty shade of the rusted safe house, a bright light was shining across the clearing in the woods, reflecting off of the light he could make out figures in black and grey with peach Caucasian faces and arms, with the distinct color of yellow cloths around their necks and arms. "No, Fucking impossible" he thought to himself as he hopped up out of the old bed and quickly tried to put his pants on before the mysterious attackers make contact with him.

However the door flew open mid-lift and they flooded the small, one-room bunker holding weapons to the still half naked man before them. They dragged him out into the blinding light of the portable and dropped him to the dirt on the ground, becoming moist by the morning dew and frost starting to form. His vision blurred as he looked up to the approaching shadow, it was a female, shorter than him. as he regained his focus he noticed she wore black boots, Nazi-style pants and a grey tunic with a yellow scarf, her hair was put into a small bun with one lock covering the iris of her left eye, but bolding showing their blue hue.

"Hello Mr. Brody" She said with a sarcastic tone as she snapped her fingers signaling her henchmen to pull him up.

"Who-who are you?" he asked still trying to wake himself up from his rude awakening.

"My name is Volker, Hoyette Volker" She said.

"Volker? What are you his Daughter?" He asked.

"No, his employer, Volker is a company designed to cater and employ privateers while serving the underworld, and clearly he did not do his job very well as you did not meet your fate of becoming the latest slave on the market, nor did he wipe out the Rakyat" she said as she turned to one of her guards. "Take Mr. Brody to his lovely suite" she continued as she once again glanced back at Jason. "This time will play out much differently, I promise" She finished as he felt the blunt sting of a rifle but to the back of his head and blacked out.

He had brief moments of consciousness during the bumpy ride, hearing the two henchmen talking back and forth about the living conditions on the island, the resistance still being faced from the Rakyat warriors, and the pay most of all. his mind drifted, barely able to hear their remarks. Yet, he could hear a voice in the distance, it didn't sound like theirs, it sounded like a voice he could remember, one that he once held close to his heart. "Are you jus gonna sit there an take that shit?" the voice called out

"What? Is, Is that you?" Jason Replied before being interrupted by the guards, whose conversation had just been interrupted.

"Who the? Aw shit he's awake" One said.

"Doesn't matter, we're here, just drag him in his cell as fast as possible and they won't notice" responded the other as the vehicle came to a stop. He was dragged out of the truck and continued being dragged across the gravel till they pulled him inside a large concrete structure with a dainty roof in the middle of a bunch of trees on some unknown location, yet dilapidated like every other building on the island. Jason was bleeding on his right arm where they had scraped him on the ground, they only stopped to prevent further bleeding, and cause Hoyette had aggravation with unclean floors, no matter the structure or room. At last they threw him into a small cell with one barred window and no light. "There you go, welcome to your new home" remarked one of the duo as they began to walk off.

"Next time, how about you pull your fucking load? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy boasting how I lift 8 pound dumbbells when I walk, but this wasn't in my workout plan"

"oh just go back to your Special K and simmer down" they bickered as their voices faded off in the background. He lied there by himself listening to the beginning sounds of a storm moving in, the cold rain finding its way into the cold concrete prison. Jason managed to pull himself off the ground and sit against the wall checking his right arm, it was scraped up, bleeding where the rock had punctured his skin. He stared at the bloody wound remembering the same pain when he fled that night with Grant, the burn, the feeling of loneliness, yet, the feeling of anger, and primal instinct began to kick in. Jason thought to himself that he could just live in isolation and conceal the beast that wanted to consume and destroy both him and his friends, but now, all alone, there was nothing left to keep him from embracing the beast he locked away.

The Guard station was quiet as one guard entered the room with a confused look on her face. "Guys, that dude we put in the cell about 30 minutes ago? yeah he's licking his wounds" She said.

"Are you just stupid? He is probably doing some kind of warrior shit" another answered.

"I don't know, his gaze was kinda psycho-y, and I felt like there was something different about him from when we brought him in"

"Well look, unless he turns into a werewolf in the next ten seconds I think we're alright, Fuck I wish I got some damn sleep what time is it?" The first guard asked the third, who remained silent all throughout the little exchange of worries and woes. "It's only 6 A.M. sadly, and it looks like it's going to be a rainy one" she exclaimed sipping from her coffee, watching a flickering monitor with a weather report.

"Fuck" she exclaimed as the sipper and the worry wart kept on their patterns.

"you could watch your language, I mean it may be the jungle but come on now" Worrier noted.

"Seriously" Agreed the sipper Guard.

"Oh who's gonna fucking say anything?" She finished.

"The Boss really wants to either sell this guy or kill him personally" The sipper started up.

"Why the hell is that?"

"Maybe it's to accomplish what Hoyt couldn't, like if you always have to do it yourself"

"Agreed"

"Fucking ridiculous, well then why send him clear across the island if she's gonna do it?"

"Who knows, I'm still trying to deduce the meaning of Tatau, that he keeps referencing in his notebook" she finished as she sipped more of her coffee as the trio continued to sit around and watch time loom towards noon and the dark sky turning grey to welcome a dark new morning. In the holding cell one of the lower ranking recruits were bringing their newest prisoner something they scrounged up to chew on. "Hey, Brody, you're tiny miniscule meal is here" he said as he threw down the tiny bowl onto the floor, but there was no reaction, so he grabbed the rusted pole slanted against the wall and began to jab the unmoving body with the pointed end. "Oh shit, I think he's dead!" He cried out as he opened the cell while the other guards began running to his aid as he turned Jason's face to meet with his. "He Looks alright, it could be some kind of illness" he hinted.

"Impossible, we can't let him die here the boss would kill us let's get him to medical" one of the followers stated.

"Yeah at least he is quieter than the crazy guy we had" he finished as Jason pushed the recruit to the wall, knocking down his two accomplices with him. "Where is he? and Where is your boss?" Jason roared at the scared newbie with almost animalistic rage.

"I don't know! I just started here! She works off on some Boat or something! Please let me go!" He answered nervously as another unfortunate guard came around the corner.

"Hey! What the Hell is-ACK" She yelled as she turned the corner and her eyes saw the glimmer of the recruits knife as it flew across the room into her open mouth, punching a hole into the back of her throat. she fell to the floor, holding her bleeding throat and gasping for every breath she could take as the dark red oxygenated blood dripped from her lips and spread onto the floor. He quickly pulled the gun off of the terrified recruit and shot both him and the other two pinned on the floor.

Soon after he could hear the sounds of clacking boots heading his way as he snuck his way out of the building, taking the blade from the nearly deceased victim on his way out. There was a weird dark silence in the air as the Guards and other security members tried to find the escapee in the foggy jungle that set in with the fog pausing the rain. "THERE! I hear something in the deep part of the jungle!" One shouted as they began making their way to the epicenter of the echoing sound only to find nothing but the five of them, trapped in the middle of a bunch of trees in the fog. "Guys, I think I just shit myself" the rear guard mumbled as they treaded slowly along the dirt and plants.

"Shit, This is SO like Slender right about now" the leader noted.

"Shut up" another replied Holding her rifle close and hiding her face in the yellow scarf wrapped around her mouth to give her a sense of protection.

"Alright, you two, go that way, we'll go this way" she ordered as the team split and began slowly moving through the thick fog when a loud scream and a bunch of gunshots filled the air. "Shit, everyone, head that way! target has been detected!" The leader shouted as the team of three ran to the source of the shots and screams, they found the two, dead lying in the dirt with what appeared to be small wood pike shoved into one's eyes as she shot the other to death. "Oh Holy Shit! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" The one boy in the group screamed as he took off running.

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE STUPER!" The Leader Ordered with anger and fear as he disappeared out of sight followed by a single gunshot and a thud to the ground. "OH damn, What do we do? now" The last remaining follower stuttered out of her mouth. "Well, first we are going to call for backup is what we're going to do!" She said while she pulled out her caller. "Cover Me" she added as the other followed her order and looked around.

"Command, Come in, Command, this is Volker Prison unit 5, we are down to two members and escaped prisoner is still loose, we need back up I repeat-" She started calling as her partner looked around, darting her gun as the rain started to fall again, removing the fog and clearing the line of sight.

However she then felt the cold arms of a mysterious figure with only a glimpse of flesh and ink grasp around her neck as a feeling of cold steel cut across her neck. "I don't want to be this way" Jason said as he held her mouth closed whilst her leader vainly continued attempting to reach her higher-ups. "It's just, I need to become this" He continued talking in a quiet monotone voice as he put the gun he had stolen to the head of the unsuspecting caller. there was only one shot, she fell to her knees, then the ground before her, just barely grasping her static emitting radio in her lifeless hand as his dying hostage began to sob in fear as she began to finally succumb to her massive blood loss. "I must embrace my new body and become the warrior I have been born into, I must find him" he finished as she stopped breathing and her arms fell limp and hung from her body like a ragdoll. "Thank you for understanding" he added as he put down her corpse there at the foot of the tree, leaving the running water to wash away the blood he had drawn off their now lifeless faces, and the tears of his hostage. He has a new purpose, to Kill the woman who now threatens his people and release the demon inside.