Her dream came in flashes. She would see one image for a split second, but then the memory of it would slip through her grasp, like water trickling through hands. There was virtually no way to hold all of it in her grasp. Once she had it, it would already be too late. She would lose it from her sight forever.

The first image was of her on a boat, a rickety old boat that could barely stay afloat. Soon, it began to storm. The storm got worse with every second of its life, raging on and on, turning waves in every which direction. No matter how hard she tried to keep the boat steady, it got worse. Soon, she was tumbling overboard.

Blackness.

Soon, another image made itself present. It was her. She was in a grungy basement, with a man on his knees. She pulled out a pistol, pushing it against his temple. He shakily put his hands behind his head.

"Tell me where she FUCKING is right now before I blast a giant hole through your head!" She has never been so angry and hurt in her life. The man didn't even blink. He swallowed his fear as he let out a giant, sinister grin.

"Killing me won't help you find her. I will never tell you where she is." He said it so nonchalantly, so emotionless.

"But it will make me feel a hell of a lot better." She was practically spitting she was so angry. He looked over at her with that same evil grin that made her want to find a place to hide. The man slowly began to stand up, her gun still pointed at his head.

"You wouldn't kill me. You have done a lot of bad in your life, but you could never take a life. Besides, if you did, it would not matter. You want revenge. No matter what you do to me, you could not get it. You cannot make me regret what I have done. I have taken the only thing that made you happy, the only thing that made your life worthwhile. Killing me will not make you feel better, because I still took your life away. So go ahead shoot. I have already won."

The nameless woman felt tears sting her eyes. Everything he said was absolutely right. He took her meaning away from her. She was lost without it. She couldn't kill a man. She has lied, she has cheated, she has stolen, but could she actually take a life? She looked at him. She couldn't let him go either.

"Fuck you." With that, a bullet was sent through his skull, finishing him forever.

Blackness.

There was one more final image she had seen. It was of a little girl, no older than six years old. She was beautiful. She had milk chocolate hair that shimmered in the sunlight, which made her deep blue eyes stand out even more. She had never seen a blue do blue before.

The little girl was frolicking in a field of daisies, pulling the nameless woman by her wrist with her, laughing the whole time. She picked the nameless woman a daisy and gave it to her, with a giant smile of her face. She bent down to give her hug, and then…

Blackness.

Vaas sat next to this stranger lying in his bed, staring at her as if she were a foreign object, something he has never seen before. It has been almost three days since he found her. He was chasing after a prisoner who thought it would be cute to play a game of "tag" with his men. He stopped at a clearing and then, boom. Out of the blue, she fell from the sky, as if she were a wounded bird. He ran over to her to check on her, when he realized that she had a giant spider bite on her hand. Without even thinking, he picked her up and ran back to camp as fast as he could to get her help.

Her bite was big and swollen. It had turned from a tomato red to a deep purple that began to spread up her arm. She didn't have much time. If she didn't get help soon, she was going to die. Cradling her in his arms as if she were a small child, he ran through the jungle as fast as he could, jumping over roots and dodging branches and vines. Once he got back to camp, she was already knocked out cold. He had no idea what to do. If only Doctor Earnhardt had been around. He occasionally supplied him and his men, but he was also very good with real medicine too.

Panicking, he laid her down gently in his own bed. "CARLOS! GET ME THE FUCKING NEEDLES!"

"How many-"Vaas cut him off angrily.

"ALL OF THEM, HERMANO! HURRAY! WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME!" Vaas began to force water down her throat. She was really dehydrated. Carlos came back with tens of hypodermic needles. Vaas felt like this was really grasping at straws. They weren't much, but they were all they had. Vaas began pricking the bite with all the syringes, sucking up as much of the venom as he could. To his surprise, it was actually working. He breathing began to steady out, taking deeper, more calm breathes with every syringe. Once all of the needles were full, I took a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair, wondering what the fuck just happened to him.

Here he was, nearly three days later, staring at a complete stranger he saved for no apparent reason. If it had been anybody else, he probably would have laughed at them while he watched them gasp for breath, then once he was bored, he would have put them out of their misery and went back to searching for the runaway (who was eventually caught). He has never talked to, let alone seen this girl before, but there was something about her that he found interesting. He was almost infatuated with the idea of this stranger. Not only because she came out of nowhere, but of the things that she said in her sleep. She said things like "No, don't take her", and "I have got to find her". He wanted to crack open her skull and poke at her brain, to see what made her tick. He smiled at the thought of him doing so, not metaphorically, but litterally.

He rested his right elbow painfully on his knee, his right hand propping his head up while he thought, subconsciously watching her stir in her sleep. He let the empty syringe he had in case of emergency roll around in his other had. His thought was suddenly interrupted by one of his men barging in loudly.

"What the fuck, man?!" he scolded is soldier. "You scared the shit out of me!" The rookie looked down at his boots. Vaas could tell that he scared his soldiers, and he loved it.

"Sorry, sir. Some of the men were wondering if you would want us to get a cage ready, in case she wakes up." Vaas looked back at the sleeping beauty. An evil grin, similar to the man's in her dream, spread across his face.

"No, hermano," he said. "I think we will keep this one to ourselves."