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Chapter 1: Excalibur

Vaas ducked out of the jeep, his hand firmly gripping his handgun as he marched forward to the gate. The security guards working his compound signaled for the gate to open. As it did, the pirate lord strolled in, careless of the rain soaking him to the bone. He let his hand ease off the gun, returning it to its holster as he headed for the men's dorms.

It had been a while since the island had had new arrivals. New merchandise. For Vaas, it had felt like eternity. He didn't like continuity, for it bored him in its never ending loop of similar events. Fresh blood and meat on the table always pleased him. He could never say no. Not even when Hoyt would send him back to civilization to fetch some good merchandise. Not even when he had to pretend to be at least human to get some college students on a boat. Vaas smiled at the memory of that year, when he had so effortlessly brought back four drunk kids to the island. The fun he and his men had had was priceless. Ever since, the mad man had been out seeking new victims.

That afternoon, when the storm hit and brought a gift for Vaas, the man could not ignore it. He fixed a plan in his head and played it all out. Those people were his and he would get them like he got all of them. But something felt different about this particular group. Something exciting lay in the future screams that would come out of their throats.

"Get up you gang of incompetent fucks!" The pirate lord's yell reverberated through the clammy dorm as grunts and groans welcomed him to the cemented building. He didn't bother to wait like a decent human for his men to clear their foggy minds. "We have a new batch of little shits today!" he continued to roar. "They're on the beach, I estimate seven of them. No one makes a move without my permission. Pass the word, assholes!" and with that, Vaas was heading to the next dorm. He repeated his little charade with all the indecencies he was capable of.

When his men had finally gotten out of bed, Vaas jumped back in his jeep and headed West for the beach. He just hoped that in the hour he was gone, his new pets hadn't scattered around. Looking for them wasn't the problem, no, the little fucks had to runaway all the time.

As the midday sun was slowly descending to evening glow, Vaas and his troop of twenty men drove through the glossy green of Rook Island. They took turns and passed dangerously close to Rakyat villages and outposts, but Vaas was too lost in his new quest to even care.

In fact, Vaas didn't care if he died or not. Death didn't bother him as much as the reflection in the mirror did. Death was almost a safe haven for Vaas, but he never built up the guts to shoot himself in the head. That was the main reason why he always put a gun in his captives' hands, so they could do it for him. However, they never did it, afraid to stain their hands with blood. How stupid and idiotic humans were to Vaas. He saw them as weak and brainless creatures who wouldn't even kill to save their own fucking lives. And here they claimed to be the strongest and fittest creature on Earth, but their offspring wouldn't even hurt a fly. It always made Vaas laugh to see some old man with his young son, the latter not even able to shoot someone to save his old man. What a shame.

Rain on Rook never lasted long. It often started and stopped, only continuing if it started in the night. Therefore, as Vaas neared the beach, the rain let off and he was able to see clearly ahead of him. His only concern was his Mohawk. Rain tended to screw it up. Rain droplets dripped from the canopy of leaves overhead and splattered everywhere from the mud puddles on the ground. The smell of a dying thunderstorm lingered in the air as the warm, lowering sun cooked Vaas' skin.

Vaas jerked the Jeep left and camouflaged it in the leaves, cutting the engine off and hopping out. He ordered his men to do the same and soon, a small group of men with dangerous arsenal were making their way down the rocky incline to the beach. The trees and bushes hid them from the new arrivals, but it didn't deafen them. Vaas made sure they walked as quietly as possible, and as they neared the sandy bottom, he could hear muffled voices and echos. A smile stretched on his lips and he held back a chuckle, stopping his men and signaling them into the trees. They obeyed, a familiar expression on their faces; anticipation. They wanted bloodshed.

Vaas crouched and got closer to the underbrush that faced the beach. Reflected rays danced in his eyes as he headed deeper in the foliage. His eyes caught movement and he went still. Four figures moved on the damp beach, their hair clamped to their necks and they were trying to salvage something from the water. Their arms were wrapped around a rope while they pulled in unison, groans and grunts emanating from their throats. Vaas chuckled, took a tiny step out from his hiding place and stood in the dimming light.

No one noticed him of course, but he made his way towards the four figures. As he approached, he noticed it was three men and a woman, all brunettes. One man was particularly tall, but he was lean and angular; easy to take down. The other two males were not a lot taller than Vaas, who measured no more than 5'9, but was built to stop a train. And the woman was probably around 5'2 with a strong built. Vaas thought maybe an ex-gymnast or swimmer. As the pirate lord neared the group, he noticed the woman was wearing Bermuda shorts with a Guns and Roses tank top, but the kind of tank top you make when you cut the sleeves of a tee. A red bandanna was wrapped around her tiny right wrist and an assortment of leather bracelets hung off her left one.

"Hello, amigos!" Vaas shouted as he still made his way towards them. All four turned with either a curse, a shout of fear or a step back.

"What the hell, dude!" the tall one shouted, clutching the rope and sighing out. The woman was pushed behind one of the men and then she was hidden by three male bodies. Vaas frowned and pouted his lower lip. They were protecting her.

"Who are you?" the tall one shouted again, confidence and fear mingling with the tone of his voice. Vaas chuckled.

"I'm Vaas," he answered. "I live here." He turned to the jungle, motioning the green with his hands. When he turned back, the three men had frowns.

"People live here?" one asked. "You a native or something?"

Vaas shook his head. "Nah, hermano, I just live here." The three men shared a look, but they all seemed to be waiting for the tall one to make a decision. The said tall one bit his lower lip, dark brown eyes strained on Vaas with thought. Finally, he stepped up, making the woman behind his back the least visible.

"Look man," he started, "our boat was hit by a wave during the storm and we washed up here. We have no idea where we are, we have no food and no water. Could you tell us where to get a boat or something? We're on vacation in Bangkok, we just need to get back there."

Vaas chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow with the curve of his wrist. He stepped up closer to the man and looked up. "Listen, man," he replied, "there are no boats to get back. You'll need to swim, but with the fucking sharks, I don't think you'll want to dip your white ass in there." The man frowned.

"How are we supposed to get back?" he asked in a struck. Vaas shrugged.

"Well, let me tell you something," Vaas began. "When people come here, it's not often they ever go back home. In fact, it's pretty fucking rare." The man frowned again. Slowly, Vaas reached behind his back to where his gun was tucked between his pants and his back. He pulled it out, smiling at the fear-struck faces of the group. He looked at his weapon, at the men, and back at his gun. Finally, he aimed it at the tall one and laughed. "Get on your knees or I'll shoot you," Vaas ordered. The man was breathing rapidly, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. The other two were staring at the gun, slowly backing away. Vaas waved his gun around, stepping back for more range. "I said get on your fucking knees!" he yelled.

That was the signal for his men to come out of hiding. Like ghosts in the evening glow, they marched out of the jungle, AKs in hand. The sun had almost set over the ocean, giving off a orange and purple glow to the atmosphere. As the four of them got on their knees in a line before Vaas, he ordered them to empty their pockets and put their hands on their heads. Vaas' men surrounded them, guns aimed dangerously at their heads. "There's more of them," Vaas said as he picked up wallets and ID cards. "Scatter around and find me these fucks."

Vaas stayed on the beach with ten of his men and his four new hostages. He held up the IDs in order of how they were lined up. "Adams, Peter," he said, looking at the tall man with a raised eyebrow. "Twenty seven." He moved on to the other man. "Colson, Matthew. Twenty-six." The said Matthew cringed when Vaas walked passed him. "White, Jackson. Twenty-six." And finally, he crouched in front of the woman, whose eyes were down in fear. "Adams, Kira, twenty-three."

Vaas got up with a laugh that made the hostages jump. "You hear that boys!" he shouted to his men. "We have hermano and hermana here!" Although Vaas seemed to be enjoying that fact, his men couldn't care less. He received a chorus of acquired grunts that made him roll his eyes. He turned back to his hostages and whistled. "Alright, hermanos," he said crouching in the sand. "Let me tell you something. You tell me where the others are and I won't hurt you. Fair?"

"Never," Peter spat. Vaas was disappointed.

"I thought you were smarter than that," he replied, walking up to Kira. Peter bolted, faster than Vaas thought. It wasn't long until a shot rang and the body of Peter hit the sand, blood already staining the grit.

"Peter!" Kira yelled, getting to her feet. Vaas was quicker, grabbing her around the waist.

"I told you, Peter!" Vaas laughed, watching Peter groan on the sand, his hand clasped around the wound on his right thigh. As Kira continued to struggle in Vaas' arms, the latter set her down and spun her around so he could bore his stare into hers.

She had almond brown eyes with freckles on the bridge of her nose and spreading to her cheeks. Her lips were light pink, the pink you get after coming out of a hot shower. She seemed to have an innocent face, the kind of face that would cry if a dog was shot or a cat was run over by a car. Vaas liked the spark of forced courage in her orbs, it made her eyes less boring. "Listen, hermana," he whispered close to her face. "Cooperate and your hermano stays alive. Do the opposite and we feed him to the sharks, entendido?" She nodded hastily, damp brown locks framing her oval face.

"Th-they're out looking for wood in the jungle," she whispered back, eyes dropping immediately. "They went the way you came from." She sniffed and a tear fell from her eye, rolling off her cheek. Vaas smiled maniacally.

"Thanks, girl," he answered, grabbing her face with his hands. "I'll make sure you get special treatment at the local inn." He laughed as he walked towards the remaining of his men. He called for a walkie-talkie and transferred the information to his patrolling men; beware of three strangers on the island. Vaas knew it wouldn't be long until he'd be having some real fun.