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There was no turning back. Thelma ran and she ran hard. However, no matter how hard she ran, she could still hear the roars of rage from the VERY angry bear behind her. Luckily she was fast enough to stay out of its paws, but not fast enough for her to really get away. These were the troubles of the wildlife photographer Thelma Dukes. Years of survival training and she still managed to get herself into trouble like this. She had gotten just a tad too close to a bear cave, angering the creature taking residence there. It scared the piss out of her in the process because the damned thing looked like it either had some sort of horrid skin condition or it just rose up from the dead. Whatever its problem was, it decided to turn its anger on Thelma, chasing her through the jungle like one would almost expect a cat to chase a laser pointer. The chase had been going on for about a minute and a half, and normally Thelma would take it upon herself to turn and shoot the damned beast with the rifle she kept with her (purely for defense), but the bear seemed hell bent on not allowing her a single moment to try to defend herself. In fact, if she had slowed down for even a second it would probably plow right into her and turn her body into a lovely pile of bloody goop and broken bones. After two minutes of running and Mr. Bear showing no signs of letting up, Thelma was prepared to just pull out her machete (which was also purely for self-defense) and see if she could go head-on with the beast.

Something stopped her however.

Just before she decided it might be best to just go ahead and die fighting, Thelma broke through the trees onto a dirt road. This road wasn't empty though; there were two men with BIG guns standing in the middle of it. These men turned to her and, upon seeing her being chased by the demonic Teddy Bear from Hell, raised their guns. Thelma's first instinct was HIT THE FUCKING GROUND. No sooner than she did, the men fired upon the bear. For a split second Thelma thought they had taken care of the bear. After all, two men with large machine guns ought to be able to take care of a fully-grown bear, yes?

No.

An angry bear-like bellow, two very girlish screams, and a pool of blood later told Thelma otherwise. It appeared that the men had absolutely horrible aim. Which meant only one thing for the scared-pissless photographer.

TIME TO RUN AGAIN.

Upon finally looking up and seeing the 500 pound and now bloody ('Oh dear God it bathes in the blood of its enemies') terror, Thelma let out a shriek similar to that of what one would hear from a dying goat and turned to try running again. Apparently though, the blood of its enemies must have made the bear much faster, because before Thelma could get even a foot away it struck out and dragged its claws down her back, tearing apart the shirt she'd been wearing and leaving five long and bloody gashes down her back. Now Thelma let out a screech of pain and fell forward onto the ground, a gut-wrenching sob forcing its way through her body and leaving her to choke on her tears of pain and shock. 'This is it. This is the end. This is how I'm gonna die,' Thelma thought to herself. She looked back just in time to see the bear stand up on its hind legs, towering over her by several feet (after all, she is on the ground) and letting out a battle cry from the deepest pits of Hell.

Then it was a jeep.

With the loudest Goddamned thump Thelma had ever heard in her life, some asshole in a big red jeep rammed Mr. Terror-Of-Your-Worst-Nightmares and left it lying (hopefully dead now) in the middle of the road. The people in the jeep – two more men like the ones who'd died at the claws of the bear – hopped out of the vehicle to check and see if the bear was dead.

It wasn't.

After it had gotten over the initial shock of being rammed by 2 tons of metal, the bear got up, shook itself off, then merely took off back into the jungle. The men who'd been in the jeep watched it for a second before the one who had driven let out a sort of victory shriek. "WOOOOooo! Did you see that hermano?!" The man was laughing as he spoke, more than likely from the excitement of these events. "Did you fucking see that?! I told you it'd be better if I drove and now look! I just banged a mother-fucking BEAR with this thing!" As he went on about how absolutely amazing it was that he banged Mr. Bear with Mr. Car (pun intended) the guy who was in the passenger seat when the bear-abusing took place finally got his attention off the bear and onto poor Thelma who had finally passed out in the middle of the road from blood loss.


A/N:

Hey there. So I got obsessed with the most gorgeous yet absolutely insane character in Far Cry 3. Yes, this is a VaasXOC fic (in case you didn't read the summary) and yes I plan on continuing this. There will be sexy times and there will be drugs. This will not be a story for the faint of heart. Also, no the chapters won't all be this short. I just wanted to kinda post a sort of prologue. Not much of one since it doesn't give much info on the characters, but more will come! I hope to see reviews and whatnot and criticism is greatly appreciated. I hope I can do my duty as a(n) fangirl/aspiring author and make this an awesome story for those who read.