Title: The Devil with Blue eyes

Rated: M

Disclaimer: I don't own Far cry series. Only the Ocs


'Damn it.' The deputy cursed as she pressed her dirty palm on the cut of her arm. Blood dripping between her weak fingers, tainting her already dirty clothes. 'I should have known better.' Fast and agonizing breaths ripped through her lungs, as she began to run again.

She clenched her teeth, trying to prevent a cough. 'Just need to reach the river….Please…just the river.' She fell on the floor, one hand on the dirt-covered ground, blood consistently pouring out of her wound while the other intuitively went to her mouth. The violent cough, she was so desperately trying to contain, greeted her with more blood.

She spat and looked at the tall trees. Everything began to spin around her. She swallowed the rest of the blood that stained her mouth. The metallic flavor turning into a regular presence. It aches. Everything on her body aches.

"She went this way." Voices shouted, followed up with laughs and cheers. She woke up from her dizziness. She left out a shaky cry as she stood on her weak legs. She couldn't tell where the voices were coming from. Like it was surrounding her, even echoing in her head.

She laughed in panic as she continued to push her aching exhausted body. "RIVER."She shouted a bit too loud, stopping abruptly on her tracks. Tears began to trail down her soiled face. She allowed her head to fall down as she began to sob in relief. "Oh God….Oh God…" The sound of the treacherous river's rapids seduced her frail mind, causing her to believe it was the siren's gentle voice.

In her physically and mentally state, jumping on it was suicide. However, to be caught and ending up on John's hold was far worse. Especially after what she had done.

The sound of the river, the crickets' songs, the swift breeze, her breathing. Everything quickly fell into dead silence. Her heartbeat became serene, comforting her. Her breathing slowly started to decay, as she felt a sharp pain on her shoulder and on her sides. Like a bullet puncture.

A warm and wet sensation started to form. She looked down and saw blood coming out. She felt a hand on her back, pushing her into the treacherous river. The remaining of her strength gradually dying, as she felt her body being washed away. Her mind falling into complete numbness, as her vision drifted into the darkness.

The cold embrace of death is so gentle and seductive.


First FC5 fic. Hope you liked it.