I'm sorry about any mistakes and such. And i'm also sorry if seems rushed. I do that sometimes without even realizing it ^^; Try to enjoy, though. Chapters 1-3 have been written, and 4 is being worked on now. 2 should be up soon as well.

I only own Christina.


Laughing. Mocking. Screaming. Crying. Begging... It all swirled through my mind, pulling me from the darkness. What had happened? I remember seeing a blur of color, but then everything after wards was hazy, until I completely blacked out. Struggling to open my eyes, I let out a soft breath, which turned into a slight cough, and then that turned into extreme pain. I yelled out as I forced my head up and back, grinding my teeth and holding my breath. My rib cage.. Something was wrong.

"Damn it!" I hissed between clenched teeth. I forced my eyes open again, and blinked a few times. My wrists were wrapped with a chain, and tied above me around what looked like a regular wooden beam. My feet touched the ground, but barely. I was nearly on the tips of my toes just to relieve some pain off of my ribs. Slowly, I lowered my head, and looked around me. Two men weren't too far away from me, in the same situation as me. I quickly studied my surroundings. The place looked like a mess underneath a roof supported by metal and wood beams only. A voice that came from directly behind me made me jump. I ground my teeth in more pain as I twisted my body a little.

"Vaas, she's awake." Fuck. I twisted myself carefully a little, and caught the glimpse of a man who had taken a seat in the back behind me. I was able to make out the man in the setting suns light. On the left side of his face, I could see four long, deep scratches running from his temple, down to his jawline. They looked new, as well. He found me looking, and quickly narrowed his eyes. I just smirked weakly, and turned around to face the main, cleared entrance. The two men who were hung up had lifted their heads by now. The man to my left had a cold look. He looked like he was ready to kill someone. He had brown hair cut short. Stubble beard. Probably later twenties. About six feet tall, plus a few inches. He also had some muscle to him. The man to my right, although, looked terrified. Wide eyes, frantic breaths, shaking body. I looked at him, and raised a slight eye brow. The man on my left, and the man on my right looked somewhat alike. The man on my right had brown hair as well, but it was cut into a much wilder fashion. About the same height, the man on the right didn't have as much muscle as I could see as the man on the left. He looked a bit younger, but then again, I could be wrong on that. I gave them one last look, before letting my head hang. Dead set on not moving at all to avoid any more pain, I listened as the man behind me got up, and I slowly listened as his foot steps came around me. The tips of his boots came into view as I looked at the ground. He stood there, unmoving for a few moments. Suddenly, another set of foot steps came onto the concrete. A heard a voice laugh

"You finely decided to join us." Closing my eyes, I didn't speak. After a few moments of silence, I felt cold metal touch my throat, and slide up to my chin before picking my head up. I opened my eyes again and looked the man straight in the eye. His face cleared up some of the haze surrounding events before I blacked out. I gave the smallest of smirks and sighed.

"You're the one who hit me in the jungle." I said weakly. The sadistic like smile that appeared on his lips sent a small shiver down my spine. The man raised my head a little with the gun, and slightly turned it from side to side for a moment, then finely the gun was dropped to his side.

"You hit my hermano here, and ran away.. He was just being friendly, weren't you harmano?" The man turned his head slightly, and looked at the man behind him. No response. The man in front of me just laughed and smiled. "Ah. Can we see what kind of damage was done?" He said.

"I'd rather you not." I laughed weakly as I rest my head against my arm. His question was not a question at all. He looked at me for a moment, before using his gun again. He brought it up to bottom of my shirt and spoke again.

"What I don't get, is how this bitch kicked your ass, and got away." He said, his expression a bit amused. The man behind hm sighed.

"Was a cheap shot." He mumbled. I gave another faint laugh

"Please. That scratch was as clear as day, and so was that hit. Don't be sore." I mocked. The man used the barrel of the gun to lift my shirt, while looking even more amused by my words. He finely stopped raising the gun at my chest, and let out a soft whistle.

"Looks like a couple of cracked ribs.. Hermana, you gotta be careful." He smiled as he let my shirt fall.

"Thanks for the advice." I swallowed back.

"Vaas. Can we just go ahead and kill this bitch? She's not worth the effort." The man in front of me turned to face the sore man.

"Oh? Because by the looks of it, shes better at your job, then you are!" His voice was angry now.. The sore man fell silent. "Get the fuck out of here. Now." He let out a sharp whistle, and I watched as the sore man scrambled away.

"So you're name is Vaas." I said, giving a fake smile. He turned slightly to look at me.

"Since you know mine, tell me yours." He told me.

"No need for that." I didn't bring any form of ID with me, so as long as I didn't tell them who I was, I should be good for now. He seemed to hesitate before getting a step closer, which was just a few inches from my face. "The longer you keep this up, the worse it's going to get, hermana" He warned, almost softly. I just stared at him silently. His expression was blank for a moment, but then that sadistic like smile slowly crept onto his lips. "I see that fire in your eyes..." He hesitated, and gave a laugh "Too bad it's going to be put out." He took a few steps back, and I just watched him. I took time to observe him now. Tanned skin, clearly Hispanic. He looked like a small guy. Probably about five foot nine, five foot ten. Somewhere in there, but he looked like he could make up for it in muscle. He looked sort of 'compact' in a way. His head was heavily scarred on the sides, where hair had been shaved, and left a small black mo-hawk on top. A big scar ran from the right side of his head, down until almost touching his right eye brow. Brown eyes. His voice was enough to send a shiver down your spine just by saying a few words. Vaas kicked one of the buckets laying around, and turned it upside down. He sat down on it, and leaned his elbows on his knees. "Now. We can do this all day, hermana." I looked at him, and blinked weakly.

"I'm not your hermana..." I said, my voice sounding small. I winced in pain as a wave of it came to my rib cage. It was hard to breathe, and the pain made me feel tired and weak. I hung my head a little and coughed slightly. Vaas laughed.

"You know hermana, it's only going to get worse as long as you hang like that. Tell me your name, and i'll get you down from there." I thought for a moment, but then smiled for him.

"Not a chance in hell." Vaas looked extremely irritated for a moment, but another man appeared behind him.

"Vaas. We need you to take care of the rejects." Vaas looked back at him, and a smile grew on him. He turned back to me, and smiled even more

"Think about it, hermana." He got up, and turned around. He left without another word. The man followed him. I waited a few moments, before yanking frantically at the chains holding me. I ground my teeth and growled.

"Fuck!" I yelled, fighting the chains and the pain.

"It's no use. They're not going to budge." A scared mans voice said from my right. I stopped, and looked at the man, who had now raised his head. Pausing, I looked up at the chains, and then back at him. I took in a shaky breath.

"Who are you?" I asked quietly after several minutes of silence. The man looked at me..

"Jason. Who are you?"

"Christina." My voice was weak and a little tight. "Where are we?"

"On some god forsaken island in some kind of torture camp, or so i'm guessing,"

"How long have you been here?"

"A few hours. You were brought in not too long after us, but you were out for a while." I turned and watched the sun behind me. Pretty much gone. Very little light actually left. When I blacked out, the sun was high in the sky... I must have been out for a long while.

"Can we stop playing twenty question here, so I can think?!" The other man to my left suddenly snapped.

"Well excuse the hell out of me for wondering where the fuck I am." I growled.

"Don't worry about him." Jason reassured. "That's Grant. My brother... Grant, what the hell is there to think about?"

"How the get us the hell out of here." Right. Brother. Bickering. Wonderful. Jason was terrified. I could tell just by his voice. Grant was plain pissed off and worried. I pulled at my chains a little more, but then stopped. The pain was getting worse.

"Damnit. Ribs are a bitch." I mumbled. Grant seemed to zone off a little, deep in thought.

"What happened?" Jason asked. I looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"How did you end up on this island? And what's with the broken ribs?" I sighed.

"I have no flipping clue on how I got here. One minute I was having a drink with a guy at a club near my hotel in Bangkok, and then the next minute, I wake up and i'm on this island. No one in sight. One of those guys found me, radioed Vaas, and held me at gun point. When I got the chance, I caught him with my nails in the side of the head, and threw a hit... Needless to say, I got away, but while I was running, I went through a wall of bushes and vines, and the ever so lovely Vaas was there to meet me with a hit with a gun to the ribs. He kicked me in the side of the head, and then I wake up here with one hell of a head ache, and broken ribs."

"Sounds rough." Jason shook his head.

"What about you? How did you end up here?" Jason hesitated.

"We were being stupid.."

"That's a large description."

"We took a blind sky dive. Landed here, and I think about thirty minutes later, boom. We were chased by these... pirates, rounded up, and brought here. There are more of us, but they took them away." Pirates. That sounded like the correct word to describe these men. Jason looked away for a moment. I just nodded, but then leaned my head back and took in a deep breath. By now, I imagine I should be freaking out. What did the man named Vaas want? How many more had this happened to? But my mind felt a little numb to all of that. The pain was able to distract me enough to keep me from breaking.

"I can barely breathe..." I sighed. There was a few moments of silence, then Grant spoke up.

"Wait. What did you just say?" He asked me.

"She can barely breathe, Grant." Jason answered for me calmly. Grant fell silent for a moment.

"I have an idea." He said quietly. I coughed and looked at him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Just get one of the guards attention, Jason."

"What? Are you insane!?" He growled quietly.

"Just do it!" Jason seemed to hesitate, but then nodded. He watched out down the path to his right and waited for one of the guards to come back around. I watched as one came into view, carrying a gun. I coughed and leaned my head on my arm. My entire body was shaking. The pain was so bad now.

"Hey! We need help over here!" Jason yelled out to the guard. The guard turned and looked at him. He seemed to grow angry. Quickly walking to us.

"What the fuck are you yelling about!?" He hissed once he took a step under the roof.

"She can't breathe!" Grant shouted. I didn't move. What were they going on about?

"What?" The guard asked confused.

"She can't breathe! She's going to die if she stays like that!" Jason cut in.

"Shit." The guard growled. I kept my eyes shut as I listened to the guard rush over. He stood in front of me, and frantically started working at the chain. Finely, with a single tug, I collapsed to the ground with a thud. The pain rushed through me, causing my body to contract. I began coughing, as I tried to move, but the guard stopped me. He unwrapped the chains from my wrist, and tossed it to the side.

"Can you breathe now?" He asked, crouched down beside me beside my waist. I took in a couple of deep breaths, and lifted my head to look at him. I didn't speak, I just let out another weak cough as I laid my head down to the side.. "Damn it.. Vaas is going to be pissed." he groaned to himself as he took another small step back still crouched down, as if to get away from my coughing. Right there, I thought. Without another thought, I brought my leg up, and lashed out. I kicked forward, actually, catching the man in the side of the head as hard as I could. I let out a sigh of relief when he slumped to the ground. Quickly, but carefully, I struggled to my feet.

"Damn. You knocked him out cold!" Jason said quietly.

"I thought that was the idea." I growled as I walked to him. It took me a moment, but I managed to get him out of the chains, and then he let Grant out. I held the left side of my rib cage and slouched slightly. "We need to hurry before our friend wakes up here." Grant nodded. He bent down to the guards body, and searched him for a moment. He took a gun from his hip, and a knife from his boot.

"Woah. Grant. What do you think you're doing?" Jason asked, confused.

"Protection.. Just in case." I answered for him. Grant looked at me, and nodded.

"Come on. Let's get out of here." I said, taking a few steps forward.


Again, i'm sorry for any mistakes, or any sloppiness. Hopefully things will get better as I go on. 3 :)