Butterfly

Chapter 1: The Capture

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Far Cry 3; literally nothing. No characters, no animals, nada. I do however own Chloe.

Author's note: Why did I decide to change Jason into a girl named Chloe? I really wanted to play as a female in the game instead of Jason. Plus I am better at writing at a female's point of view than a male's. Enjoy Chloe's similar adventure in finding her friends and getting off the pirated island.

The perfect vacation that took months to plan; what went so totally wrong that something like this would happen to her. Watching in disbelief, Chloe stared at the small screen of Grant's tablet camera while all their videos were played in front of her face. They were having so much fun. Even moments before their capture, they were enjoying life to its fullest as they came barreling down to earth to only pull their parachute to fly back up. What happened?

"That's pretty crazy yo? Jumping out of airplanes…flying like birds." The screen was pulled back slowly, showing her the real situation she was into now. The man in red began staring at the screen intensely, the glow of its screen casting sharp and dark angles across his face. "That is crazy. I like this phone." He stated, looking up not at her but the body across from her until his eyes came to land onto hers, full of interest despite the large dark circles around his lids, "It's a nice fucking phone."

He gracefully stood up, pocketing the tablet phone/camera only to pull out white squared cards. It was their ID cards. "So, what do we have here?" He asked, flipping through the assortment of cards. Taking a step away, he pulled up a card and faced the other body, "Grant."

Turning her sore head, Chloe took in the sight of her older brother. Beaten, gagged, and tied up. Her heart sank while fear began swelling in her belly. What did they get into? "And…," the man spoke again, directing Chloe's attention back to him, green eyes wide in terror, "Chloe. From California, huh?" He gazed down at her like he was asking a question waiting for an answer. "Well I hope the people like you guys. You white guys seem expensive." He continued, walking back towards Chloe's side to turn around. "That's good because I like expensive things." Chloe glanced at the man before taking a quick gaze at her brother. What in the hell did they get into?

Grant threw her a look before muffling into his gag, drawing in the man's attention. "I'm sorry what'd ya say?" The man asked politely, whipping around to stare at Grant as he continued to grunt. "What'd ya say?"The man kneeled down once more, exploding, "Do you want me to slice you open like I did your friend!"

Chloe winced at the sudden entrance of a loud voice, turning her head away from the men. But as soon as the words sank in, Chloe fearfully returned to watching them. Which friend? Were they dead? Her heart sank even deeper, almost making her throw up. What would she do if anyone was hurt or even dead?

"Shut the fuck up!" The man demanded, throwing a hand out to put on his knee as he screamed at Grant. "Okay?" Instead of fighting, Grant turned his head forward, staring the ground while the man glared at him. "I'm the one with the fucking dick…Look at me." Oh no. Chloe had a feeling something worse was going to go down. "Look at me in the fucking eye." The man pointed to his left eye before returning his hand to his knee. When Grant ignored him the man yelled again, "Hey! You fuck!" He was up again, head inside the cage to glare at Grant. Grant picked up his head and gave the man a look. "Look me in the eye." Letting his pride fall, Grant gave in and looked at him directly. That wasn't the end however. "You're my bitch. I rule this fucking kingdom." The man proclaimed, keeping eye contact with Grant. "Shut the fuck up. Or you die." His tone was dark and serious.

Chloe's brows furrowed. Die? Who would kill a human being for no reason? This was too much. What was going to happen to them? Squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears she didn't catch the man lean down towards her. "Chloe, my butterfly. What is it?"His voice so close to her ear made her jump, opening her eyes to come face to face with this monster. His eyes pierced through her as if he could see everything she was. A shiver ran up her spine as her green orbs meet his own. "Why aren't you laughing like you were up there?" He pointed to the sky they came from earlier. "Is this not fun anymore? Have I failed to entertain you?" As much as she wanted to back away from the crazy, human selling man, Chloe's hands were bound to the cage keeping her in place. "You see the thing is up there you thought you had a chance way up there in the fucking sky and you thought you had your pussy finger on the trigger." He spoke softly once again, eyes darting from hers to Grant's, "But hermano," Chloe watched as he put a hand to the ground, brushing his hand over it multiple times. ", down here…down here," he spoke softer, lifting the dirt up into his palm, opening it lightly to let the dirt cascade out. Chloe stiffened when he came to gaze at her again, face solid with no emotion, "you are on the ground."

Then he smiled, making the girl go still in fright. "That's okay. Why- because you, wa, and your tough guy brother are going to have a lot of fun." He chuckled, pointing to each of them as he spoke.

"Stop scarin' the hostages. We need you to take care of the rejects." Another male came into view, but in the foliage behind him he seemed as if a shadow. Just as quickly as he came he left.

The man began talking again, but Chloe blocked him out, her mind screaming in panic. "Bye-Bye. Ta-ta." As soon as he left her field of sight, she let a tear fall. Why did they have to be involved in this? She just wanted to go home and never come out again. Lifting her watery gaze to her bigger, stronger brother she couldn't help but hold back a cry as he sadly looked at her.

As if kicking into protective mode, Chloe watched as Grant began fiddling with the ropes that held his hands up while a helicopter flew over head. Chloe's eyes bugged out of her head. Was he stupid! A guard was right there- looking over them- with a gun! As Chloe tried to speak, Grant broke free of his hold, making her go silent in shock. He quickly untied the rope from his wrists and pulled the gag away from his mouth. Keeping a watchful eye on the guard he leaned over and began untangling her. If it was the time or place, she'd hug him right now and never let go.

"You hurt?"He whispered to her, eyes full of worry.

Her whole body ached but she felt intact, "I don't think so…"

Taking a quick glance at the guard, Grant grabbed her hand to give it a squeeze. He was trying to comfort her. "We have to find the others."

"How?" She whimpered, remembering what the man told them about cutting up one of their friends.

Grant shrugged, letting her hand go. "Working on it…We're going to call the guard."

Chloe's face pinched together, "What! Grant…"If they weren't dead now, they would be.

"Just follow me." Grant demanded softly, pointing to her to put her hand back up to where they were.

Placing her hands back up, Chloe gave her brother a concerned look. She knew he was skilled in these types of situations, but she wasn't. What if she gave them away, earning them the death sentence? She swallowed her apparent fear when Grant told her to 'do it'. She would just have to trust him. "Hey, over here!" She yelled to the turned guard, voice squeaking.

"Da fuck?" He yelled back, walking up to their cage. "Eh, you guys shut the fuck up!" His accent was sharp and hard to understand. Before he could get out any more words, Grant instantly had his hand at the back of his head and began slamming it into the bars with deadly force. Chloe had to cover her mouth to stop the small screams her body was producing. Keeping her eyes shut, Chloe started to cave in on herself, hugging her body close to hers. Did she just watch her brother kill someone? Her gentle, loving brother?

"That's what they teach you in the army." He whispered, fiddling with the lock and key. He quickly got it open, pushing the dead body away with the door. "Follow me…"

Chloe stayed still, eyes wide at the body just rolling in the dust and her brother nonchalantly continuing their escape. He grasped her frozen hand around her knees and pulled her forward, getting her to move. "If it bothers you that much, don't look at him." So she didn't. Keeping her eyes on her brother's broad back, she let him lead her out of the cage and into the darkness.