Chuck vs. A Far Cry
After a week of partying, celebration, and fun on Rook Island, the unthinkable happens. Chuck awakens to find himself and all of his friends and family scattered and being held for ransom by a vengeful Daniel Shaw and his commanders. One by one, he'll have to save them all with the help of the intersect and his instincts, or die trying. Based of "Far Cry 3".
Author's Note: Based off the game "Far Cry 3", which is really great if anyone has even heard of it. Suspended disbelief may be necessary for this one, but still...that's what FF is for, right? And of course...My first (and probably last) story.
-Rook Island: Sunday: 11:30AM-
Most things, as it turns out, are too good to be true. Most of the time, they're stretches of the truth, mixed with lies. They turn out to be scams, fraud, and so on. So why was it that Chuck and his team accepted the General's reward of a week's holiday on Rook Island? Why was it that they couldn't figure out the false reality behind it? Maybe they thought they were being rewarded for their work and effort on "eliminating" Daniel Shaw.
What they didn't account for in Paris, though, was his survival. They didn't even believe for a moment that he might've been alive. That he planned for his own "death" to occur. They simply were of little faith.
"Ugh." Chuck groaned, feeling his head turn stiffly, his hands bound up behind the chair he was tied to.
He felt the duct tape on his face, he felt the blood caked on his forehead and his arms, reminders of the brutal ambush Shaw had planned for him. Suddenly, his heart dropped. That ambush caught everyone by surprise, hell, even Casey. He glanced around with his blurred vision, trying to figure out where the hell he was. He allowed the light to flood his eyes, at first making them water, then clearing them up.
"I love you more, Chuck." A beautiful, feminine voice came into his hearing. Sarah. Glancing up, he found he was in an old, broken down warehouse. In front of him was his iPhone, playing the video of the night before. Sarah had kissed him on the cheek, and Alex had caught it on tape. They were so happy. And now? He didn't know if they were alive or not. The very thought enraged him and made him want to cry at the same time. Slowly, the hand holding the phone retreated and Chuck saw the bastard for the first time since he'd "died".
"Chuck!" Shaw grinned, kneeling down beside Chuck's wooden chair, resembling the sharks he'd seen on the pamphlet.
"You-" Chuck realized his words were coming out as muffled mumbles.
"Whoa, slow down there buddy." Shaw bore a smirk, as he ripped the tape off his mouth, willing Chuck to get himself into more trouble. "Okay, now you can-"
"-You sick son of a bitch." Chuck cried, feeling his face burn.
Shaw's smile turned wicked, more so than before. "What the hell was that, Bartowski?" He spat threateningly. "I don't like your tone."
"You're supposed to be dead!" Chuck cried, anger controlling his emotions.
"Among other things, yes." Shaw chuckled. Chuck was convinced; this man was insane beyond salvation. "Curious to know how?"
Chuck remained silent.
"Well, i won't reveal my tricks just yet, Bartowski." Shaw chuckled again. "But hey, speaking of revealing...Miss Sarah yet?"
"Where is she?" Chuck demanded angrily.
"Easy there Bartowski, don't rile me up." Shaw couldn't help himself. "I hope she's more entertaining than your friend, here..." He motioned to the other side of the warehouse, where not ten feet away, Chuck saw his teammate, head limp. He was tied to a chair in the same fashion as Chuck.
"Bryce!" Chuck called, but he saw no movement. "Is...is...he..."
"Dead?" Shaw finished. "Nope, not yet anyway." Shaw rose. "I better get going, I my men tell me I'm needed."
Chuck could hear the spinning blades of a chopper outside the doorway.
"Justin!" Shaw barked.
"Sir." Justin came in on command, like a dog.
"Watch them 'till I get back." Shaw laughed. "If they make it that long?"
"Where are you heading?" Justin asked.
"East Side..." Shaw began, but the rest was inaudible to Chuck. But that was all he needed.
Within the minute, Shaw was up and ready to leave. "Oh, and one thing Chuck!" He called out with a grin. "Payback's a bitch, huh?" He exited with a certain strut in his step, leaving Justin to watch the two hostages.
Justin smirked, taking an empty seat facing the door for fresh air. "This damn heat..." he cursed quietly, leaning back lazily. He chose the right side in siding with Shaw.
Chuck's eyes took him in carefully. He waited until he was sure Justin had zoned out, he was never the brightest after all. He listened carefully, hearing Justin's soft breathing before continuing. He glanced at Bryce's body, expecting to tear up at his limp figure. Instead, he saw sharp blue eyes meeting his gaze.
He saw Bryce's hands move behind his back; the tell tale signs of escaping. Within minutes, his binds were off. Slowly rising, he motioned that chuck stay silent with the gesture of a simple index finger over his somewhat split lips. He crouched over, working on Chuck's binds.
"Chuck..."Bryce's voice was sharp in his ear, dull to the rest of the warehouse. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, but are you? I thought you were dead..."
"A few cuts and bruises, but I'm okay. You're head looks pretty screwed up man...they hit you, huh?"
Chuck didn't really respond, but Bryce got the underlying message. It was time for payback.
"Who escaped?" Chuck went unconscious as he was the priority target, along with Sarah, whom Shaw no doubt wanted to suffer. All for Evelyn Shaw's death, the accidental red test that ruined his life, and theirs as well if they didn't act fast enough.
"No one." Bryce's jaw set angrily as he spoke in a very hushed tone. "They've divided, and they intend to conquer."
"What resources do we have?" Chuck demanded carefully, trying to wrap his brain around the traumatic events.
"Cell phones are gone. From what I heard on the sick ride here, Beckman expects us back in another week, maybe longer. Radios are down, all their emergency tech is equipped and encrypted with shit I've never seen before, intersect or not." Bryce warned warily.
Chuck couldn't believe it. Bryce was almost as a big a nerd as Chuck, and if he was intimidated...it just couldn't be done. They were stranded. Lost was starting to look pretty familiar now.
Chuck saw Justin stir slightly.
"Take him out while I check the perimeter...stealthy, Chuck, stealthy." Bryce reminded. "We can figure out the specs after we get this out of the way."
Chuck nodded, stretching quietly. Glancing down at his fists, he felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, thousands of martial arts images flipping through the burnt pages of his mind. He was ready.
Sneaking up behind Justin, he took in a sharp breath and threw his built arms under Justin's neck, wringing them tightly, expertly. His leg found the gun meaning against the chair and kicked it, keeping Justin at bay.
He could hear the choking and it disgusted him; but there wasn't an option. He knew that interrogations and word of mouth were his only friends in this type of situation. He began swiftly. "Where are they?"
Justin wouldn't answer, he continued to choke hard on Chuck's hands, struggling to remove them.
"Last chance." Chuck thought of Sarah and his tone became suddenly menacing.
"I'll talk." He choked out, heaving. Chuck obliged and loosed his grip ever so slightly.
"There's a girl...being transported, just north from here..."he pleaded with his words.
Chuck knew this was useful, it was a lead, a beginning. "Who, which girl?!"
Justin shook his head, unable to answer. He was out of information, rendering him useless.
Chuck froze. He didn't know what to do. Like Gandalf told a young Bilbo Baggins, it was important to know who to spare, though surprisingly, the exact words eluded him at the moment.
He could- BANG. The gunshot was not silenced, and it came and was followed by several more, the easily read signs of a smoking pistol.
Justin fell limp on the floor, as Chuck glanced up in utter shock. Bruce stood above him wordlessly, gun in hand.
"we didn't-"
Bryce didn't let him protest. "We did."
Chuck knew he was right, his friend was only thinking of the future, and it'd be eminently better without Justin lurking in the shadows.
"You heard what he fessed up?" Chuck asked, clutching his head in pain. This was one hellish nightmare.
"yeah. The girl up to the north..."Bryce nodded. "Well we brought Carina, Sarah, and Alex..."
Chucks heart began to race. His Sarah could be locked up somewhere, and god knew Shaw was a pig about that sort of thing. He needed to get there, and fast.
As if reading his thoughts, Bryce spoke up. "Justin's jeep is out back...it's where I found the pistols." he tossed Chuck one as he spoke, watching him pick up Justin's holster and adorn it himself.
"You still have that lame map?"
"Not so lame now, is it?" Chuck allowed himself a wry smile for the first time since they'd been taken.
"Let's get our family back."
Little did they know, they were investing themselves at the start of one hell of a journey.
Note 2: My apologies for the short chapter, but if this is liked and read enough, I'll update regularly. It could also be a total disaster I'm oblivious to...Just let me know.