Author's Note: Hi, everyone! Just wanted to let you know that I've started a new story about Vaas and one of my OCs, and I just wanted to test the waters and see what you think!
I know Far Cry stories don't get the attention they deserve, especially Vaas' stories, but I still hope you guys find some interest in this.
I've already planned out the whole story, and will now give you a taste of the Prologue for the first part, named 'Dried Up, Tied Up, And Dead To The World'.
Enjoy, and don't forget to review and let me know what you think of this, because it's really important to me (and it motivates me to write more!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Far Cry 3, nor any of its characters. However, I do own all of my OCs.
Prologue
« Life is a question mark… » were the thoughts of the brunette sitting alone on a bench in the hot Bangkok night.
Sometimes she would come up with sentences that would make her wonder for hours, without ever finding an answer. Not that she enjoyed doing so, but it was something she had come up with to forget the stress she lived under.
Her light-green eyes were restlessly searching for some kind of sign to tell her it was time to go. She had no idea where to go, but she knew she would have to move soon.
Her instincts took over her at the sight of a group of cops patrolling around the busy streets full of people. They probably wouldn't see her where she was, but she still wanted to move, to make sure that no one would recognize her. She started to frantically look around her until her eyes fell upon a large neon sign with the words « LURTZ NIGHTCLUB » written in red on it.
« Isn't Lurtz that badass Uruk-Hai that killed Boromir in the Fellowship of the Ring? » she thought. She had always been a Lord of the Rings fan, so she couldn't pass up a chance like this, even if she was aware it was probably a big coincidence.
She glanced back at the group of policemen and, seeing they had moved down the street without noticing her like she had expected, she stood up and made her way towards the nightclub. She still half-hoped that there were people dressed as Uruk-Hai inside, but she was soon disappointed when all she saw was fake girls moving their fake junk around for men to notice.
She made her way through the crowd towards the bar, moving around the dancing bodies of the customers. When she got to the bar she asked for a beer over the loud dubstep music and handed the barman a bill, but someone grabbed her hand to stop her.
« It's on me, » said a man, around 25 years old. He was about her height, blond and with dark eyes that reminded her of a pig's.
« Let go. » she said, glaring at him. When he didn't respond, she pulled her hand from his and handed the bartender the bill she had intended to give from the beginning. « You can keep the rest. » she said to the man behind the bar and left.
« Hey, what's the matter with you? Come dance with me! » the guy kept insisting and she was starting to have enough of him and his British accent.
« Dude, fuck off. » she said, pushing him out of her way. Maybe she had pushed a little hard since he stumbled and ended up on the floor with a couple of drinks on his expensive-looking blue dress shirt.
Realizing she had just made an enemy, the brunette decided to quickly get out of his sight before he stood back up. Thankfully, he wasn't very tall, so he wouldn't notice her if she stayed as far away from him as possible. The best thing she had to do would be to just go somewhere else. « They're not even dressed like Uruk-Hai here… » she thought sadly.
She started looking for the way out, but realized that the man had outsmarted her and was standing near the exit, scanning the crowd for her.
She sighed and decided it would be better to just find someone so it would look like she wasn't alone, then maybe the stupid Englishman would cut her some slack.
The brunette took a long sip from her beer and sighed once more as she looked around, searching for someone to get to know. Her green eyes fell upon a strong-looking man with a dark mohawk and bearing a large scar from the top of his head all the way down to his left eye, cutting his eyebrow in half. He was wearing a dark grey tight shirt that didn't hide much of his muscles, as well as a pair of knee-length black cargo shorts and a pair of black and white ADIDAS sneakers. He was sitting like he owned the place, and seemed to be keeping watch over the workers.
The brunette decided she should try to find someone else because not only did he seem dangerous, but also he was exactly her type and she didn't want to have sex with a man she would probably never see again.
She was about to look away when his eyes met hers. She suddenly felt like nothing else mattered, no one was around them, watching them. She felt like his piercing gaze could read through her, and she was afraid of getting to know him, afraid he could destroy her. But at the same time she was drawn towards him and before she could realize what she was doing her body had moved and sat itself right next to him.
The tension seemed to be unbearable, for he had not yet looked away.
« Relax, hermana. You seem tense. » he said, his voice clear over the loud music. Only then did she notice how close they were. His lips were practically touching her ear, and she wanted to lean against him, but he moved back to his original spot.
The brunette took a sip from her beer and decided to relieve her muscles from all the tension she was forcing upon them. Feeling lighter, she turned her head to look at the mohawked man on her right and said, « You seem tense yourself. »
« I'm always like this. » he grinned. « What's your name? »
The brunette turned back to look at the crowd and wondered if she should tell him her real name. She was afraid he had heard about her and called security to take her to the nearest police station.
« I know you're hiding from something. Or someone. You can tell me your name, I'm no snitch. » he assured her. Once again, she could see his eyes studying her. Had he known her thoughts just by looking at her? Was that even possible…?
« Kali. » She said. « That's all you need to know. » she finished, turning back to look at him.
« Kali? I'm Vaas. » he said, smirking slightly at her expression. « What brings you here, Kali? »
Kali turned once again to the dancing people and saw the British guy walking around, probably searching for her. This was her chance to escape, but suddenly she felt entranced to stay with Vaas and get to know him better.
« I'm not sure myself… » she explained. « But once I got here, that guy in the blue shirt started hitting on me so I pushed him and now he's pissed at me. He's been walking around searching for me. »
Vaas' eyes moved from her to the blond man in the wet blue dress shirt. He glared and squinted his eyes in the slightest, looking like he was thinking of something. Finally, he looked back at her and said, « Don't worry about him. »
« I'm not. I just don't want to start a scene. » she shrugged.
« That would be a bad idea. »
The two had spoken for a while, and Kali was starting to like his personality, as well as his knowledge, not to mention his looks. But Vaas seemed to be thinking the same thing. However, she could only think it was all too good to be true. There had to be something wrong with him. She assumed he got into a lot of fights, which could be why he had that scary-looking scar. Kali had always been a curious girl, and being herself, she couldn't help but ask him about the scar, hoping it wouldn't upset him.
« Sorry, I have to ask. » she started. « What's with the scar? »
« Does it scare you? » he asked, looking away from her, his gaze darkening in the slightest.
« No, I like it. But you probably don't. »
« I don't mind, actually. I forget it's there if I can't see it. » he paused and furrowed his eyebrows, seeming to be in deep thought. « It's unfinished business. » he finally said, and it was enough for Kali to understand that he was indeed a dangerous man.
And yet again, it didn't seem to bother her.
They kept talking and drinking. None of them wanted to dance because the music wasn't to their taste. At some point, Kali had gone to the bar to buy some drinks because she was tired of Vaas always going (she had completely forgotten about the British guy), and a couple of women had taken the chance to move next to Vaas, stealing Kali's place. Vaas hadn't really paid attention to them and told them to leave, offending them. When Kali had come back with the drinks, she was surprised to find the two women glaring daggers at her, and talking (probably to say mean things about her), which made her laugh and scoot a little bit closer to Vaas.
They had both reached a point where Vaas had his arm draped over Kali's shoulders and she was leaning against him. They were both very drunk when they decided to leave. Kali was surprised to find the perverted English guy was still standing near the exit door. He was glaring at her, but quickly looked away when he saw Vaas. She realized he could be very intimidating (and so could Kali, but she tried to act normal most of the time), which is always a good thing when you want to avoid fighting. But the other guy seemed to be almost as drunk as them, because he still came over to them and said to Kali, « So you ignored me for this guy? »
« Get the fuck outta my way, » she told him « You're not making any sense. »
« You're gonna dance with me now! I've been waiting all night for your sweet ass. » the man said again and moved his arm to touch Kali's, probably to pull her away from Vaas, who still had his arm over her shoulders.
That seemed to annoy the mohawked man as he suddenly grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him off the ground before pinning him against the exit door. Kali had never seen someone moving another human so easily and wondered just how strong he was.
« She told you to fuck off, hermano. So fuck off! » Vaas shouted and threw the man to the side, spitting at him before leading Kali out the door.
Kali knew she shouldn't be hanging around with a dangerous man like Vaas, but she was in a state where she didn't really care. She still thought it would be a good idea to tell him where she stood so that he didn't get the wrong idea.
« You know… » Kali started. « As much as I want to, I'm not going to have sex with you, Vaas. »
That seemed to surprise him and he stopped to stare at her.
« Why are you saying that? » he asked, confused.
« Because I don't want you to think that I will. So that you won't tell me that I'm leading you on. » she explained.
« You are, but that's fine. I'm not into rape. » he grinned.
Kali twitched, her head suddenly became heavy with memories. Bad memories. If she stayed around Vaas any longer she would probably lose control. She was afraid of that. She didn't want to hurt him, but at the same time, she wanted revenge. She would never get her revenge. Her fists started to tremble and she cast her sight downwards, glaring at the ground and imagining horrible things.
« Calm down, chica. » Vaas' voice reached her ears, softer than ever. « Did I struck a nerve? »
Kali lifted her face so she could glare at his wild, dark-green eyes.
« Let me go. » she said abruptly. « It's my fault, I know, but… Just let me go, please. »
« You can go wherever you want. » Vaas said, and Kali realized he wasn't touching her.
« Sorry. » she said, before turning away.
She had left a very intrigued Vaas behind, and that happened rarely to him. His curiosity had been stroked by the green-eyed brunette, and he wanted to get to know her better. He saw the anger in her eyes, and recognized it as the same anger he saw whenever he looked in a mirror. Vaas decided she would be a good soldier. But he wasn't sure if she could handle it yet. He was willing to try, anyhow.
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Kali had started to run without even noticing. She could no longer feel the alcohol in her veins. All she wanted was to go back to the hotel she was staying at and take a hot shower. Her thoughts went back to Vaas, and she felt stupid for leaving him alone. But at the same time, where would she go with him? And why did she suddenly regain all her logic as soon as she was apart from him?
She stopped running, and looked around. The streets weren't as busy in that area. She wasn't that far from the hotel, but she decided she might as well go back and try to find Vaas. Maybe invite him to watch some movies with her in her room. She knew it sounded childish, but she actually enjoyed spending quality time with interesting people, although she really couldn't have sex with a stranger. She would keep herself as clean as she could for the father of her children. But she still wanted to get to know Vaas, she felt somehow drawn towards him, like he was pulling at her.
She was about to turn around to try and look for him when the British man from the Lurtz spoke: « Fancy seeing you here, milady. »
« Cut the fake accent, Brad! » said a second voice.
« Yeah, I probably should. » Brad said, speaking perfect American.
Kali sighed and turned around to face the two men.
« Don't you have anything else to do? You're about to get your ass kicked, you know? » Kali warned him.
She took a good look at him and noticed he not only had his shirt stained, he also had a new acquisition on his neck; a large bruise was spreading where Vaas had choked him one-handedly. She then glanced at his friend, noticing he was much taller than Brad, but skinny and badly-dressed. He had short light-brown hair and brown eyes, and his skin was as pale as the dead.
« Where's your boyfriend? » Brad asked, rubbing his neck gently.
« Are you really trying to fuck me up right now? I swear I'm gonna hurt you. » Kali told him once more.
« I'm just gonna fuck you, then throw you away, bitch! Tony, grab her legs! »
Kali was surprised when Tony, the skinny guy, threw himself at her and blocked her legs, while Brad grabbed her arms. They managed to lift her up and carry her to a dark and narrow alleyway. Kali was starting to lose control, and when Brad started to touch her while his friend was pinning her down, she realized she was about to get raped. She felt a blind rage invade her mind and body and before she knew it she was hitting Brad, punching the brains out of him, literally. And Tony was nowhere in sight.
Everything went-by too fast for her to realize how it happened, but she could only come to the conclusion that she had killed a man that had tried to rape her.
She couldn't live with herself any longer. Brad was the second man she killed.
How could she lose control like that and become enraged to the point of no return?
She walked out of the alleyway, not caring if someone had seen her, or heard her. She made her way towards a high bridge and decided she would put an end to her life.
Kali moved slowly, ignoring the cars speeding all around her. She saw Vaas. Or at least she thought it was him. She wasn't sure if she was awake or dreaming anymore. Maybe she was already dead and hadn't felt any pain.
« I knew you'd end up killing someone. » Vaas said as he approached her. « I could see it in your eyes. »
« You're not here. » she mumbled, and he had a hard time comprehending what she said over the loud cars, but when he did he started laughing.
« You're awake, hermana. You just haven't accepted it yet. »
« It's not the first time… I've done it… before. » she said.
« Oh yeah, why? »
« He hurt me. »
« Then he deserved it? » Vaas pressed.
« Yes. »
« Then you did the world a fucking favor! » Vaas said, lifting her head.
Kali stared into his wild eyes and tried to understand all the feelings hidden inside, but it seemed to be impossible. Maybe one day she would be able to. In the afterlife.
« I have to die. I can't live with myself. » she said, moving away from him and approaching the edge.
« With your old self. But you can become someone stronger. Version 2.0, no? Come with me, hermana. If you're useless I'll kill you myself and make it painless. » Vaas said, leading her to believe that he was used to death.
« How did you find me? » she asked.
« You found me. » he grinned, cocking his head to the side without breaking eye contact.
She realized he was right. But she still wasn't convinced.
« I want to go with you, but I can't. » Kali explained, trying to think rationally. « I'm wanted by the Government. They'd find me. »
« Not in my Island. The Rook Islands are a lawless paradise where the only justice is your own. And it's fucking amazing! » He boasted.
« What…? »
« You can do whatever you want. Or at least, I can. » She could swear she saw an evil glint in his jungle eyes.
« Where is it? »
« Not far. We'd have to grab my boat first. » he replied, victory shining in his eyes.
Kali took a last glance at the water below them. There was no point in getting all deep in thought. Either she wanted to live or to die.
« Okay. » she finally answered. Either way, she had nothing left to lose.
A/N: So, how was it?
I would also like you to know that the first part of the story (Dried Up, Tied Up, And Dead To The World) is named after a Marilyn Manson song, and the chapters I've written so far all have song titles.
Thank you for reading!