Here is chapter four for you guys, I hope that you are all still enjoying the story – please drop a review to let me know :D
The language, and themes, are still very mature in this chapter so if you are uncomfortable with SWEARING, DRUG USE, SEXUAL LEWDNESS AND VIOLENCE this is not the fanfic for you :3
Chapter Four is a direct continuation from the party in chapter 3 :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Far Cry 3 – only my OC.
VAAS POV:
I can't believe I am doing this for that cock sucking mother fucker. He should be fucking thanking his stars that he has someone like me to manage his affairs on the other island – anyone else would fuck up even more than I have. I am not above saying that my men have made some fucking shit decisions but so would anyone else in the same situation! I am not about to lose control of my island just because some of Hoyt's contraband has gone walk about – its not like they took any of the good stuff, only the shit product that he probably would have given them for free if they'd asked.
Scowling, I lash out with my foot, connecting with the leg of one of the nearby hostages. They whimper in pain and it calms my nerves slightly, it always does me good to take my anger out on someone else's face. But no no, not these hostages no, I have something much more important planned for them.
Something that will get me back in Hoyts fucking good books again, not like I give a fuck about that hijo de puta but…things will be a lot easier for me if he's all cosy with me again when that bitch starts poking her nose around my bases. So what if I knew about some of the shit going missing, it's not like I am going to get into shit for it, no. Not after what I'm doing here tonight. Especially after what I'm doing here tonight. It fucking kills me inside to be seen to kiss anybody's ass, but, fuck, there's not really much of a bloody choice here. Either I get back onto Hoyt's good side or my fucking head is going on his fucking wall.
I turn my attention back to the hostages lined up outside, the sun hasn't gone down yet but that's not a problem. Just gives them more time to start pissing themselves with fear, like I know they aren't too far off from doing. There isn't anything more to be done, they are all already in position for the main event. Giving a whoop of excitement I clap my hands in the air, the buzz from the coke still floating around in my system making me even more wired than I normally would be with the situation.
Hoyt is going to fucking love me, yeah.
"Hey, hey Carlos!" I yell, waving the pirate over "You send that message to Hoyt already?"
"Yes boss, he should be expecting your surprise tonight." He replies with a smirk on his lips which I find myself returning. Everything is going as planned, and as soon as midnight ticks around, there is going to be some rather spectacular entertainment for Hoyt and the rest of the posh fuckers that he's invited to his party.
I hope to fucking god that the bitch gets a big chunk of flesh right in her face. That'll teach her to come here and start messing with all my shit, getting me into trouble with the boss. Chuckling darkly I turn and see one of the hostages has begun to cry. God I fucking love it when they start to cry! All these weak ass boys are the furthest thing from warriors, they have no right to life when all they do is waste it like they do. I'm doing the world a favour really, ridding them of surplus baggage. It just so happens I get a fee for it.
"No no no hermano, don't you fucking cry." I laugh, patting him on the cheek with the cold metal of my pistol "You are going to be doing me a biiiiig favour tonight, is a good thing no?"
The worm goes to speak and I back hand him hard with the pistol, leaving a nasty red welt over his cheek bone, and I swear to god I heard it crack. Yet again these boys prove just how disposable they really are, not rich enough for their ransoms to be paid, not strong enough to survive in the jungle. Worthless. Seeing his wide eyes, and how his body trembles in his binds disgusts me and I take a step back, to observe all ten of the captives.
All of them are obviously awaiting my action, wondering why I am simply leaving them tied up here. They really are fucking idiots, can't they see what they're tied to?
That same man keeps crying, blubbering into the gag and my fingers twitch around the trigger of my gun, I've already got a fucking massive headache his pussy ass whining is making it even worse. Tempted to give him a beating before tying him back up, I merely take a breath, and try to calm myself back down. I stalk my way back over to his stake and very slowly press the barrel of my gun against his forehead;
"Shut the fuck up." I order.
He keeps his miserable little whimpering up but otherwise calms back down, these fucking natives man, they're the worst. They should be fucking warriors like me, we grew up in this shit, and now most of them are just fucking pathetic shells like this one. Clicking the safety off the pistol I shove it harder into his forehead, the metal cutting slightly into his skin making me grin viciously.
"I said, shut the fuck up!" I yell "You are my bitch, I own your ass."
Silence follows that, and I smirk, at least the little bitch has enough sense to shut the fuck up when told to. Backing away I smirk, tonight is going to be one hell of a show, Hoyt hates natives even more than I do, so to do something like this is going to get one hell of a positive reaction from the mother fucker, and finally he'll ease off my back. At least that's the fucking plan. Shaking my head I crouch down on the floor in front of the hostages, tilting my head to one side as I take in their fearful expression, sweet as any coke I can get my hands on. I press my pistol to my temple and breathe deeply;
"You fuckers, you will all be better fireworks, than you were men." I chuckle, my eyes filled with manic glee as each and every one of them actually bother to fucking look at the 'stakes' they've been tied to "That's right mother fuckers! Get ready to let your colours shine!" I cackle, enjoying the sound of their muffled cries, and their pathetic attempts to escape their binds. This is one thing I won't allow to be fucked up, not when I have my fucking life riding on the outcome.
SAM'S POV:
As Hoyt's second in command, I cannot miss a party such as this one even though I very badly wish to. I find myself not being to stand the people, or the topics of conversation yet I have to go through with them in order to give my lie credibility, to actually be the privateer that I make myself seem to be. Sometimes I believe that I am enjoying my time serving with Hoyt a little too much but, blowing things up has always been a great passion of mine – I just get more chance to incinerate things on the Rook Islands than I have done before.
I had just been looking around the perimeter making sure that everything is secure, before attending the party itself, and it appears that the drugs have already been brought out in force. Although I never partake myself the haze is probably going to affect my judgement slightly as I head towards Hoyt in order to make the needed niceties for the evening. That particular little quirk of mine seems to keep me in Hoyt's good books, someone who doesn't drink the company water like he doesn't – at least when it comes to drugs. I am not above swiping some of the cigars that come through as payment for a job well done, instead of meth or coke as other privateers would indulge themselves with.
On my way over I start a little bit as I spot Willow, honestly I thought she would have returned to her room already. If there is one person who would not enjoy this party more than myself I thought Willow would be that person. She seems to be the antithesis of everything the Rook Islands are, and would disapprove of tonight greatly yet she is still here. I owe some of the men a considerable amount of money tomorrow.
"Ah Willow!" I smile, meeting her in the middle, as she walks away from Hoyt as I walk towards him "What a surprise to see you here, I thought for sure that you would have gone home already, nein?"
"Oh Sam, I'm so glad to see you." She whispers, I can tell that she's nervous about something and I quirk an eyebrow upwards in silent questioning "I was thinking about going back to my room but now that you are here I might stay around for a little while longer."
"I must go and speak with Hoyt, but if you get me a drink from the bar I won't be a moment, then we can talk das ist gut?" I grin cheekily, nodding my head in the direction of my employer behind her, signalling the need that I must speak with him before I go off and do my own thing at the party. I must play the part of a good guest after all, and an attentive employee.
"Okay, what do you want?"
"Surprise me frauline!" I laugh, waving Willow off as I continue towards Hoyt with a light grin still on my lips.
He seems to be in a little bit of a foul mood which does not bode well, although I do not know why, I can guess that it is something to do with a business deal gone south, or some bad blood between a client arising. Either way, I might find myself being sent on another errand to take care of whatever annoyance is affecting him – not that I mind, as long as I get to use one of the big guns to take care of business. I contemplate all the scenarios and the best and biggest gun to use in each one as I stop in front of Hoyt, hands resting on either side of my weapons holsters.
Hoyt informs me, my plan to get him into bed with Willow did not go so well. Ah, well, that will explain the foul mood. At least he does not seem annoyed at me, that is the last thing that I need right now. The poor girl though, she is going to have a very hard time getting herself out of this situation if she hasn't been killed already. From the few unpaid experiences I have had with women they are spurred on quite well by a healthy dose of jealousy, although Willow seems quite immune from feeling that emotion – maybe because she does not have feelings for Volker in the first place?
Regardless of the reasons I can see that she is still very much 'out of bounds'. Out of bounds in a romantic way, not for a friend, which I believe she very much needs right now.
Apparently Vaas has organised some entertainment, and I am to get people down to the beach. I thought that I would not be able to leave work at home, but I bow my head and get down to it quickly enlisting some of the nearby privateers to help. The quicker I help Hoyt the quicker I can go back to semi-enjoying my semi-evening-off.
One of the last people to leave is Willow, who is holding what I can only assume is my drink in her hand. Ah such a thoughtful woman to wait until last. Sheepishly she approaches me and I can only assume she is still intimidated by my weaponry, but I'm not getting rid of them. Who would I be without my heavy machine guns?
"What's going on?" she asks, peering out of the compound doors where the rest of the guests have disappeared.
"There are fireworks down at the beach nearby, everyone has gone to watch them. Is that my drink Frauline?" I smirk, eyeing up the brown liquid in her hands honestly wondering what she might have picked up for me.
"Ah yes!" She smiles brightly, handing it to me gently.
I make sure to take it without letting our hands brush together, even though she is a beautiful woman, I do not want to compromise everything if Hoyt gets pissy at me for becoming too close to her while he still lays claim. I eye the brown liquid suspiciously and raise an eyebrow at Willow, it is not whiskey unfortunately but what it actually is eludes me.
"What is it?" I ask, examining the glass from every conceivable angle which manages to wrangle a laugh from her. Sometimes it feels good to just be myself, though only now that the pressure is off and Hoyt seems to be appeased for the evening.
"It's uhm, it's Jägermeister." Willow giggles "I didn't know what you would like so I got the only German thing that they served at the bar. I hope that you like it."
Letting a rolling laugh escape I cannot fault her decision, I told her to surprise me and she has indeed done just that. I am not against the drink either so, it has worked for the both of us. I am simply surprised that she would put so much thought into it when I would have gotten a double of what I was drinking at the time – which seems to be white wine. I hate white wine, the stuff makes me nauseous. Knocking the tumbler back I empty it in one mouthful, leaving the glass on a nearby table.
"Come on Willow, we will miss the fireworks if we wait for the grass to be growing!" I tease, leading her out of the base towards the section of the beach where all the others are gathered.
I can see her looking up at the nights sky and it makes me smile lightly inside, she looks very pretty under the light of the moon. I cannot act on those thoughts but it does not mean that I cannot have them in the first place, the day that I have to give over that aspect of myself to Hoyt I will blow my cover and set fire to this place. Long ago I accepted the fact that my own personality will be quashed underneath the privateer façade but, now I have adapted, I enjoy what I do to an extent and that is truly the key to a good lie.
"Yoo-who, Sam?" Willow giggles, and I notice that she is waving her hand in front of my face, obviously I have been less than attentive while I've been thinking. Laughing sheepishly I rub the back of my neck in embarrassment.
"Sorry madchen, what is it?"
"Waiting for the grass to grow? What century are you from again?" She teases, shocking me a little bit, I had not expected her to tease me back. She just doesn't seem to be the type. Obviously I am wrong there and happy to be so, meek and quiet has its benefits but, comedy now that is one of the essences of a good relationship. I am pleased to see that Willow possesses it.
"Why I never!" I gasp, placing an offended hand over my chest "And here I thought you such a polite woman, I can see that I have never been more mistaken. I am only 44 years of age!"
"You don't look 44 Sam." Willow smiles lightly "I'm 29, so I should probably respect my elders in this situation."
Shaking my head I stop the conversation as we re-join the rest of the group. Even in this short amount of time on our own I have gotten to know Willow more than I did before. I quite like what I have discovered. Unfortunately it is time to get back to work again. There will be plenty more time tomorrow to speak with her as she works, hopefully she will not take my disappearance as rudeness, but I do not want to draw attention to our interaction more than necessary.
"Excuse me Frauline. Duty is calling for me." I murmur, giving her a small nod as I make my way over to Hoyt's side.
HOYT'S POV:
Tonight has gotten so much better. I cannot fucking wait for my little offering from Vaas. I didn't think that the bastard would ever have enough brain cells to think about giving me something to curb my anger but apparently I have underestimated him. It isn't really surprising though given what has been happening lately. I am disappointed at every turn by him and as such I have significantly lowered my expectations of him and his moronic band of fuckwits.
The whole display is made all the more sweet because nobody else knows the secret behind the little display that they are about to watch. As soon as the first firework is set off, I trail it with my eyes, trying to visualise the gruesome death that is about to occur when the fuse burns down to nothing and the powder explodes. I even hold my breath as I wait for the explosion to ring out across the island, signifying the end of one of those pathetic native pigs.
And there it is! The first explosion that jolts the rest of the crowd, only makes a dark smirk crawl onto my lips and I am certain that there is nothing that can wipe it off. At least for the rest of the display.
The fact that there is a part of the island currently being splattered with blood and guts of some fucking animal native almost makes me laugh, but instead I take a large drag from my cigar and blow out a smoke ring.
It is an amazing feeling to know that I have Vaas wrapped around my little finger, and he would trash his pride just to salvage his life. That is what this is after all. He knows that I am going to kill him if he does not improve, and take away his little empire – so the slimy bastard has finally wised up and done something about it. Either that or he is afraid, afraid of what Willow is going to find as soon as she starts her investigation over on his islands bases.
I can't help but frown a little bit at that thought. What could that bastard be hiding from me? Did he know that some of his fuckwits were stealing from me, and he hid that from me?
Another firework shoots up into the sky, and I find my efforts to calm down from those thoughts working, it wouldn't do to allow myself to become annoyed when there are still buyers around. Even though I can't put it past Vaas to have done something like that – I can take my frustrations out on that whore tomorrow. I let out a small chuckle at the gasps of awe from the spectators, totally unaware of the more grisly aspect of the show.
Ah, sometimes it's good to be the boss.