Author's Note: Hello and thank you for taking interest in my story! I've been meaning to write a Far Cry 3 fan fiction for a very long time and well, I'm just really glad I finally started one! Before I let you go I want you to know that this story indeed contains a lot of male on male sexual themes (including detailed pornographic descriptions which may involve rape in the later chapters), a tremendous amount of swearing, as well as gore, violence and dark themes (thus I marked horror as a category). I will be putting a warning caption before each chapter to highlight what needs to be addressed. If by any means you feel uncomfortable by any of the previous stated above, then this story may not be your cup of tea. Oh! and also this story does not take Vaas' death into account (basically I don't have Jason kill Vaas like they did in the game). Now that I got that out of the way, I can finally let you go and read. I hope you enjoy!
Warning(s): gore/violence, extreme language
:Chapter One:
Brazen Boy
The sound of Jason Brody's boots plowing into the dirt along with the provocative club music and falling corpses added to the overall tension in the air as the American finally reached Vaas' compound. Moving silently, the brunette managed to sneak passed heavily armed security to get to this point. Jason then noticed a ledge which provided him the proper leeway to make it into the compound. He climbed up and over the barrier and that was it—he was in.
Jason heard laughter emanating from his far right and to remain hidden, immediately crouched down. Glancing in the direction of the sounds, Jason spotted a rusty fence and from behind it, drunken pirates encouraging kidnapped village women to dance naked for them—whistling tunes of approval each time the young females removed clothing. Jason eyed the pirates for a moment, rage pulsating through his veins. Maybe I should break down the fence and behead all those bastards right now.
The American shook his head remembering what he came here for—No, no. I'm here for Vaas. Cursing himself for getting sidetracked, Jason grabbed a magazine from his pant pocket, reloaded his AK-47 and took a deep breath. "Okay, it's now or never," he whispered as he faced the metal door. Grabbing onto the handlebar, Jason realized that this entryway was the only thing separating him from Riley and Grant's murderer. Despite being made out of metal, the door felt thin to Jason—as if made out of paper. Jason paused as he looked down towards the ground; "I'm so ready," he declared confidently as his head shot up, forcefully opening the metal door.
Gun in hand, he walked into the room, only to see a cluster of about fifteen to twenty televisions stacked up on or around each other. Hesitantly, the American approached the TVs only to be startled by them as they all turned on simultaneously. Glaring at each television individually, Jason couldn't make out what was on each screen but looking at all the monitors from afar, the word 'KILL' could be read. He looked around the room quickly only to spot several large speakers that were fixed into the walls. The brunette took a brief moment to take in a deep breath. He inhaled then took a step forward, however everything after that seemed like one big jumble of events, for everything happened within a matter of seconds.
"Surprise motherfucker," said an all too familiar pirate's voice from the speakers. In a panicked frenzy, Jason looked at the monitors only to see his brothers' killer, Vaas. "You didn't think I'd know you'd be coming, right?" he asked as heavy metal flaps painted with the phrase 'FUCK ME' flung from the exterior sides of the room, hitting the walls, sealing the windows shut. "I am so DISAPPOINTED!" Vaas yelled as the room caught ablaze. Breathing frantically, Jason threw his gun on his back and attempted to run out of the room into the hall to escape being burned alive. "YOU SHOWED SO MUCH PROMISE JASON!" shouted the pirate, accent more apparent when angered. Too overwhelmed to pay attention to the tyrant, the American ran as fast as possible but felt as if something wasn't quite right.
Glancing at his feet, Jason could hear the floor creaking under his weight. He stopped and slowly took a step back, however doing so caused the floor boards to give way and he found himself falling down to the floor underneath him. A brief moment of silence went by as a thick cloud of dust filled the air. "Ah," Jason paused as he sat in a pool of debris, "fuck," he continued, as he felt the sharp pain of the impact travel up his spine. Not in a position to analyze the severity of his injuries, Jason sprang to his feet and began running through the hall looking for a way to get out of the collapsing building. "Fuck, there's fire everywhere!" the brunette said, covering his nose and mouth with his right forearm.
As the American quickly scanned his surroundings, Vaas proceeded to berate any escape attempt the panicked boy was trying to make. "You thought you could come in and make yourself comfortable? NO, YOU'RE A FUCKING RAT!" the pirate continued, with a furious tone. As Vaas went on about his unwelcomed guest, Jason found a ladder which presumably led to the roof. The American quickly grabbed the sides of the ladder and climbed up its steps. The brunette's joy of escaping the burning building alive was short-lived however as the speakers Vaas was using were not only inside the building Jason just fled from, but were also embedded all throughout the compound.
"Ok, ten grand to the first motherfucker to get me Jason Brody's nutsack," Vaas projected through the speakers, with annoyance glazing over each word.
Belligerent pirates with guns at the ready were waiting for any sort of alien movement from within the compound and as such, even before Jason had a chance to properly raise his head to inspect the area, the pirates noticed him. "It's Jason! Kill him!" some marauder said from a distance. The American was being shot at from every possible direction. "Shit, I have to stay down," said the brunette, nervously. "I want that money!" yelled another pirate. Through all the chaos of flying bullets and hand grenades, Jason managed to hastily make it to some makeshift metal cover with minor injuries. "Shit, shit, shit. Where do I go now?" he asked himself while frantically looking around.
As he began scanning the area around him, the brunette found an open hut that he could hide inside not far from where he was currently. "Oh Jason, Jason, Jason; you come to fuck with me in my own house?" said Vaas aggressively through the speakers. Ignoring the pirate prince, Jason ran towards the hut, killing some of Vaas' men on the way. As he slipped inside the hut, the American was met with more TVs. Stepping forward, he triggered the monitors to display Vaas moving wildly at first, but the tyrant paused and before speaking, motioned with gestures that he was to calm down. "Heh, don't worry hermano" the pirate said with a noticeable chuckle, "don't worry. I don't like my family either," he conveyed with hands. "When you see me, ok?" he pointed towards Jason, "When you see me, you better thank me" he paused as he leaned back, arms stretched, "because I'm gonna set your soul free," the pirate continued with a wide smile. With that, the monitors switched to static white screens, flashing the word 'FUCKED' ever so often.
Jason's breathing became erratic. He froze, leaned over, and vomited orangish-yellow goop all over the ground next to him. He took a moment to collect himself; all this was beginning to overwhelm him.
As the American lightly gasped for air, he looked out of the hut only to see several of Vaas' men guarding an large, ajar metal gate. "That's where that motherfucker is," Jason said shakily as he wiped his mouth with his wrist.
The brunette left the hut and used generous amounts of bullets to murder any marauder in his way. As he finished the magazine, Jason ran to the nearest cover to take refuge behind. He hastily pulled out another magazine from his back pocket to reload the weapon when the pirate prince spoke over the speakers again. "Jason, look at you," the tyrant said with an amused cadence, "I mean look at you," he continued with a change in tone. "Stupid motherfucking white boy," Vaas said, fury fueling every word, "you come here in MY fucking jungle and you think you're a fucking warrior? You think you know what it takes to fucking kill?" the pirate continued, obviously agitated.
Ignoring Vaas' rant, Jason took a deep breath and closed his eyes. This was it; he was so close to the gate. The brunette opened his eyes and with a heavy grunt ran out in the open killing all remaining pirates in view. He then skid to take shelter between bushes barely 20 feet from the tyrant's fortress.
Then, silence.
Looking through the bushes, the American realized that there were no pirates to be seen—he had eliminated all of Vaas' pawns. "You motherfu-YOU MOTHERFUCKING IDIOTS! WHAT WAS I PAYING YOU FOR EH?" Vaas roared over the speakers. Jason snickered happily. "Fuck it, you know what, thank you Jason. Thank you for killing all those useless fuckers," the pirate said calmly. "Now come on hermano. Come and get me," he continued ending the transmission with a chuckle.
As much as the brunette wanted to barge inside that fortress and massacre the pirate, he thought it best to take this serene moment as an opportunity to comprehend the severity of his wounds. Jason realized the stinging pain exuding from his left cheek. Touching it, he immediately retracted his hand, hissing as he came to realize a bullet had grazed his face. The brunette placed a hand gingerly on his back and winced as he registered that that fall back in the burning building he'd escaped from bruised him entirely. Looking at his legs, Jason noticed that his pants were littered with bloodied holes made by the scraps of explosive shells—scraps which were currently lodged inside the boy's upper thighs. The adrenaline shock Jason was currently under hindered the true criticality of his injuries and thus, the American was able to continue fighting. As he slowly approached the slightly open gate, Jason pulled out his weapon and aimed in front of him. "I'm a fucking mess," the brunette acknowledged, "but I'm coming for you, Vaas," he continued through pressed teeth.
"Vaas!" Jason yelled, infuriated. "Vaas! Where are you?" the American continued as he pressed on. Jason could feel rage fueling his every move as he realized he was finally about to confront the one person who completely ruined his life. Inside, Jason found several large, steal storage containers and several colorful neon beams hanging from the ceiling. The beams didn't give off much light and thus, It was dark—too dark for Jason to make out much of the area "Come face me!" yelled the brunette vehemently.
Just as he was about to enter through what seemed like an open doorway, the brunette felt something warm trickle down his left forearm. It was too dark to make out the liquid, and thus Jason hesitantly dipped his right pinkie into the substance and brought it to his mouth. It was blood. In a fluster, Jason pointed his weapon towards the ceiling, where the blood was thought to have come from. Focusing intently, Jason could make out silhouettes of what seemed like corpses of animals and human beings. The brunette's eyes widened in horror, he froze as the blood leaking down from the bodies dribbled onto his face. He came to realize that the carcasses were suspended in the air because they were penetrated by the dimly lit, colorful ceiling beams. "Oh Jesus," Jason muttered in disgust as he shut his eyes tightly and turned away. Taking in a shaky breath, he decided it be best to move on and thus proceeded through the open doorway.
Anxious but ready, Jason remained alert as he walked into the new room. He thought it be a waste of time to wipe his face clean and thus shuddered as he felt the blood of the corpses stream down his face. The brunette grit his teeth then shouted powerfully. "Vaas! Face me you fuc-"
"Peekaboo motherfucker," Vaas interrupted, as he grabbed onto the brunette's right shoulder and stabbed him with a sharp blade. Jason leaned forward, dropping his gun. "A-ah…" was all the American managed to say, as he slowly placed his quivering hands on the knife lodged in his stomach. "Oof, looks bad," the pirate said while grimacing, "wouldn't pull it out if I were you hermano," he continued, smiling ear to ear.
"Haah...fu-fuck," Jason whispered as he backed up, hitting a wall. His legs began to tremble and only after a couple seconds, the American slumped to the ground. "H-hurts," he mumbled while attempting to clutch the blade.
Vaas walked over to the brunette and leaned in close, only inches from the wounded warrior's face. He then grinned nefariously. "Jason," the pirate paused as he took out something from his back pocket, "do me a favor, hermano" he continued as he forcefully pressed a rag under Jason's nose, "and smell this for me," he finished, his grin curling into a smile.
Jason tried to push the rag away from his face, but Vaas violently grabbed the brunette's hands and pinned them on the wall. Jason began to kick aggressively. Vaas slammed the American's head on the wall various times to disorient him. The brunette's attempts to scream for help were muffled by the rag.
"That's it, white boy," the tyrant said with a crazed smile as he noticed the struggling brunette slow down.
Jason's eyelids became heavy as his strength depleted. His movement slowed as he fought to stay awake. Muffled yells grew silent and not long after, Jason's head fell to the side as the American inevitably lost consciousness. After a long moment of silence, Vaas inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, a disturbing smile permanently embedded on his face, as his eyes remained fixated on the brunette. Vaas threw the stained rag across the room then slowly let go of Jason's hands, letting them slide down toward his sides. The pirate remained bent on his knees; he reached out and wiped off a portion of the blood that was on brunette's cheek with his index finger. He then stared at his finger for a brief moment before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean. He smirked.
"You're mine, Snow White."
Author's Corner: Hello again! Thank you for reading until the end! I had a lot of fun writing this first chapter and I am hoping I can have the second chapter up in two to three days from chapter one's date of publication. It would truly mean the world if you left a teeny review (I'm just so interested to know what you think so far!). Thanks so much for sticking around! See you in the next chapter!