"Did I ever tell you.. The definition.. Of insanity..?"
"Your own, personal island..! For the head.. of Jason Brody." Hoyts words rang along the walls of Vaas's camp. The pirates that were gathered around the building Vaas and Hoyt stood on the roof of, cheered and raised their weapons into the air, their incessant noise practically blocked Vaas from his own thoughts. The camp was in a rugged state, the Rakyat had been attacking rather often at this point, and blood stains, bullet shells, and bullet holes littered the camp. The metal on the buildings was fairly rusted. While the majority of Vaas's men surrounded the area Hoyt stood for the announcement, some sat atop the decks on the stilted buildings,watching and listening from a distance. Others were too busy handing out singles to the girls that continued to dance on the stripper pols that littered the camp. Dozens of huge stilted buildings made up the largest camp on the island, many littered with torn up and dirty mattresses that made the makeshift beds his men used, along with large bricks of drugs like marijuana or cocaine. Guards and Heavies sat atop higher vantage points in the compound, allowed to ignore Hoyt's words in exchange for providing their senses to guarding the camp against outsiders. Vaas scanned the camp idly as Hoyt spoke, relooking all the graffiti along the buildings, most of it done by him or his men in drug-induced states. Yet, they made it home. They survived. They had technology. They lived. No, they thrived.
He could feel the anger at Hoyt welling in the pit of his stomach, crawling slowly up his throat and threatening to spew out of his mouth in the form of harsh words that would most likely get him the worst torture possible. It took every ounce of his self control to not call Hoyt out on the bluff right then, right there. That, and the never-ending noise made him want to scream aswell. At that moment though, he stood beside and slightly behind Hoyt on the roof, doing nothing but allowing Hoyt to feed his men lies. Not only that, but the dumbasses believed it! Maybe that was the very thing that made the psychotic, remorseless leaders lip curl ever slightly and uncontrollably as his dark eyes burned into Hoyt. That or the "required" subordination to him. Right here, in his camp, one bullet. That's all it would take. No more submitting, no more interruptions, no more Hoyt. Yet his arm wouldn't move. He found himself pacing behind Hoyt as he continued speaking to Vaas's men. While his unstable mind would not listen directly to the words he already knew, he could tell Hoyt was just about done with his mind-numbing monologue.
Finally, Hoyt's voice faded, and Vaas gave his now disbanding men one final look before he followed Hoyt down and climbed off of the building's roof. He felt like a lost puppy, following him, and it made him sick. Both of them were walking in the direction of Vaas's personal quarters to speak privately. At least, that's all Vaas hoped there was to it. 'That time's done, get over it.' the voice ran in his skull, louder than ever. It caused him to wince slightly. Once again the urge to draw his gun hit him, but he shoved it away quicker this time. He was about to have to speak one-on-one with Hoyt, and Vaas's eyes typically gave everything away. Hoyt didn't need to see that Vaas was practically fantasizing about shoving the barrel of a gun in his mouth and pulling the trigger. That was the last thing he needed.
Getting to his quarters near the main warehouse, the one with the large metal doors with that ominous white eye painted onto it, Hoyt sauntered up the steps and entered the smaller metal door and Vaas followed hastily after him, slamming the heavy door shut behind him. He felt his head pounding and the bright lights within his room helped none. Walking over to a nearby desk, the ex-Rakyat began to unholster his guns and place them onto the table to avoid the temptation. Atop the same desk were a couple roaches from joints, knife holes, and a faint white powder made a sheen over it. Meanwhile, Hoyt had let himself fall onto a couch nearby and was leaning with his elbows on his knees.
"Quite an excited band of rogues you've got," Hoyt spoke with an ever slight smug look on his face. The words and the look made Vaas's grip tighten on a pistol he was in the midst of placing onto the table. Only briefly though before he forced himself to finish placing it down. Hoyt must have noticed.
"Yah, and they're only like that for your false promises, huh." Vaas kept his voice quiet and eerily calm, the Spanish accent flowing through his sentence. Anyone and everyone knew that him being calm or quiet was never a good thing. "So now," he continued, "I'm going to have to find some way to reward the poor motherfucker who takes that assholes head off his shoulders for me." Vaas growled, now turned to Hoyt and partially sitting on the desk behind him. Hoyt gave a quiet chuckle, a raspy one that sounded about as psychotic as Vaas's own.
"Relax Vaas, you can risk disappointing a man for that cocksuckers head," he retorted, the smug look of control growing. This was Vaas's island, he should be wearing that look, not Hoyt. Yet, Vaas only gave a mere grunt to avoid saying what he really wanted to. He casually grabbed his unsheathed knife from the table, twisting the tip of the blade between his fingers.
"Just know hermano, this is my island. And I won't stop my men from ripping out a liars tongue."
AUTHOR NOTES: Hey guys! Thank you for reading. I know these chapters are short but I write them on paper first and typically one front and back is counted as a chapter so x3.