[The Start Of A Brink]

(Five years ago...)

"I'm sorry, but... there was no saving Johnny Hutchinson from the shots. He died in the hospital soon after."

"No! Don't tell me that!" Father screamed, slamming the table surface with his fists. "I don't want to hear that! My boy isn't dead!"

"Dad...?" A young girl with red hair approached her father in the living room. "Dad... what're these Marines doing in our home? Where's Johnny?"

"... I'm sorry..." Father went to embrace his confused daughter. "I'm so sorry... Your brother is dead..."

(Two Years Ago...)

Police had found that a family of four have been brutally slaughtered. These images may disturb those who are sensitive to the sight of blood and grotesque deaths. If you are prone to become ill from these images, then please, turn yourself away.

The father of the family had bled to death in his chair, strapped down to it, with his hands cut off with a giant blade the police found in the living area. The wife had seemed to have been suffering greatly from acid injection from gathered syringes found in the same room her body was in, along with her two children, who were hanging by homemade nooses. They did die of strangulation, but, had seemed to have been beaten with a metal bat recovered from the scene as well.

No one had survived this tragedy. We give our prayers to this unfortunate family.

(Two Years Ago, and Seven Days Later...)

Police found the body of a man alone in his house, that had seemed to have died from suicide. The gun was recovered from the scene. His daughter, unknown by name, has seemed to have vanished. Police have found connection from this man to the family massacre that happened days ago. Authority is contemplating on the idea of the missing daughter being a link to these murders, but, her awareness is inconclusive.

For your own family's sake, that if you ever encounter this woman, then please, do not hesitate to call authority. Stay far away from her, and do not make any contact. She is a strong suspect in the family massacre, and could do the exact same ordeal on you, if she finds you.

(Two Years Ago, and Ten Days Later...)

DNA evidence link the fingerprints and blood found on the weapons to be tied to the missing daughter of the suicide man and the slaughtered family. She is now Britain's Most Wanted. Please, for Pete's sake... if you spot a woman, with the identification of standing five-five-feet, weighing one-hundred pounds, and has bright, red hair, anywhere in England's cities, please, take caution, and do not approach her. Call police. Call the British Navy! Heck, call on God, for your own safety!

[Begin]

"Let's kill some fucking gypsies!" Vaas roared out in a jovial, screaming tone, raising two pump-action shotguns in the air with both hands.

By "gypsies", he was actually referring to the outsiders whom were lost in the jungle.

Knowing the massive jungle so well, like the back of his hand, Vaas would obviously find this game of hide-and-seek to be the most enjoyable. "Six bitches, all alone in the jungle..." He chuckled wickedly, walking towards the jungle path entrance, with a spring in his step, as he strapped the two shotguns to his back. "Oh, but what's this?" He dramatically raises both hands to his ears, as if he were listening for something from the distance. "The mighty fuckin' Chthulu rises from the ocean to take their sunlight, and make them his slaves for the next three thousand years! He reigns once more!" He pumped his fists into the air.

"Wait the fuck up!" A female's voice of a British accent shouted from the watch tower. "I want to play, too, you jerk!"

Vaas recgonized this voice. "You fuckin' bitch! Get the fuck down here!"

"Shut the fuck up! You didn't tell me we were going somewhere!" The squeaky female voice shouted back, hearing the footsteps of her climbing down the watch-tower ladder booming in Vaas' ears. When she had jumped down from the final steps of the ladder, she had appeared from hiding, with her arms opened up and in the air, like she was in the spotlight of it all. "You wanted the Mandarin?! I AM the Mandarin!"

Vaas scoffed at her. "I'm the fuckin' Mandarin here. Got that?"

The girl sticks her tongue at Vaas, ignoring his retort.

"Initiate phase one." Vaas pulled out a gun from his hip holster and tossed it to her. She caught it swiftly. It was a beautiful Python 357. "That beaut is a gift for you, guapa, for being such a good girl today with taking care of the last outsider."

The girl made a false look of excitement, hugging the loaded magnum gun to her chest, like a teddy bear. "I'm so special!"

"Now, let's go kill some fucking gypsies!" Vaas screamed out again, before turning on his heel and sped off into the jungle, with the girl jogging after him, while putting the magnum gun into her empty hip holster.

The strange girl was nicknamed Mickey.

She was a captive two years ago on Rook Island.

Her appearance would throw off anyone hunting her down. She was a very petite woman, that was slim on weight, and only stood five-four-feet. She had long, red hair that she always had brushed over the front of her shoulders. She hated her hair hanging on her back. She had big, brown eyes, that looked completely innocent at first glance. She was a good girl, at first, but was never the same after the second act of kindness.

She was also a mass murderess wanted in America - killing an entire rival family that had put her own family into their debt graves. She had made the family members do unspeakable acts before she killed them.

Mickey forced the husband to eat his own fingers that she cut off with a blade. He was strapped to his armchair and was left to die bleeding to death from his sawed off hands. She made the wife beat her children to dead with a metal bat, while they were hanging by the neck with nooses in the basement. She then made the wife torment herself by injecting dozens of lethal posions into her arms, that would cause slow, painful deaths of suffocation and constant agony. She eventually died from acid injection.

Mickey ran away to Rook Island soon after, but did not expect to be captured as a victim herself.

When she had luckily escaped captivity, she wouldn't trust a soul. Even the other captured victims were enemies to her.

Soon, her constant paranoia of dying caught up to her, and she killed a captive woman who was pregnant at the time. She beat her to death with a giant rock, killing her instantly with a good hit to the skull, cracking it open.

Hoyt found her after that incident, and found her to be too useful to kill or sell off to a slaver. He kept her as one of his dogs, putting her in charge of the pirates. She was a second pirate lord. But, Hoyt warned her to listen to the real pirate lord, Vaas Montenegro. She could still rule as a lord, but Vaas was king to them.

Vaas and Mickey had got along well over the two years of working alongside, but, they knew well that they still couldn't trust each other, when one of them picked up a weapon. It was a strange friendship that grew between them.

Why was she nicknamed Mickey? Because when she was found, she was wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, with the cartoon face of Mickey Mouse on the front. She was a big fan of the cartoon mouse.

"Okay, enough about me." Mickey fluttered her eyes, enjoying the attention. "We should seriously focus on our Quest, Johnny! We've got a bunch of goblins running wild in the jungle!"

"You're right, sidekick." Vaas dramatically jumps up on a flat boulder, posing. "I'll scout this side of the jungle. You go search over there! Signal the Bat Light if you need my assistance!"

Of course, Vaas was speaking dramatic quotes of movie characters. As maniacal as he was, Vaas was actually a big fan of movies. Especially action-packed movies, full of cars, guns, explosions, and babes. He even enjoyed the movies of super heroes.

As Vaas ordered, the two had gone to scout two opened areas of the jungle path that split.

While Vaas had searched his side, Mickey had gone to go look in the brush.

In the thick of the vines and leaves blocking her path, Mickey spotted a hidden bunch of the recent runaway captives.

It was a wife and husband, who were hiding together behind a tall group of palm trees. They seemed to have been praying for each other in a foreign accent. It sounded like it were French, but, Mickey hated guessing, because she was always wrong.

Quietly, she signaled to Vaas with a wave of both of her hands in the air for him to approach. He caught the signal and silently snuck close to where she was hiding, and also saw the couple through the brush.

"This is going to easy." Vaas whispered to Mickey.

"Psst. You need a mint." Mickey says in the same tone of voice Vaas used.

[Just In Time]

"I told you it'd be easy."

Vaas and Mickey stood before a giant light post, glorifying over their work.

The couple were hanging by nooses, dead by gunshots to their foreheads. Black liquid was dripping from their opened wounds, splattering on the ground, breaking up into a brilliant red color, like a drop of paint.

"Oh, wait a minute." Mickey appraoched the dead couple and took both their hands, locking them together by their fingers. "There! The power of love compels you!" Mickey clapped her hands together, spinning around twice.

"Ugh. I could care less." Vaas wanted to gag.

"Oh, you're so mean. What about us?" Mickey asked the pirate lord, with a false, hopeful look on her face. "Friendship is magic."

Vaas clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. But, he grinned. "You think friendship is magic now. Wait until we turn on each other." Vaas snapped his fingers. "Just like that! We'll become the greatest rivals of all fucking history. You won't care anymore after that."

Mickey made a gasp, putting her hands on her cheeks, as a shocked expression. "You don't say?" She rolled her eyes. "This just reminds me of that episode of My Little Pony I watched today! You hurtful bastard."

She then began to sing out loud, with her hands locked together.

"I could care less about you, Vaas. I wish I didn't partake in anything you dictact. Vows will be lying, when I say: that through any kind of weather, I will be loyal to you, my master. The truth is, I don't care for you at all!" She twirled around once, now standing under the hanging couple. "No, I do not care for the man! In my heart, there is no room!" She dramatically stretches her hand out to Vaas. "But, I still want you to be all mine!"

Vaas took a moment to listen to Mickey singing. For a psychopath, she had a beautiful voice. Shameful that she would waste it.

Vaas clenched his fists to his chest and exhaled, pretending to be in awe of her hurtful words. "I can just feel the love!"

"Copyrighted." Micky simply said. "You can't steal it now. It's mine. Sorry."

Suddenly, from a distance, Vaas and Mickey heard the booming sounds of guns shots exploding, and a roar of vehicles and people screaming from a close distance. It was in Bad Town.

"Holy macaroni, Batman!" Mickey held up her magnum gun. "Joker's attacking in Bad Town!"

"Let's go, Robin! To the batmobile!" Vaas lastly orders, before the two run off into the jungle once more.

Teehee, ya'll. More to come, in the next chapter!