WARNING: Contains slight ideologically sensitive material and beating.
If Grant and Jason did not escape from Vaas' camp, they would be sold for ransom, leading to absolutely no success from that point. Nobody would win, nobody would be saved. Cruel abuse would be in store. It would go like this:
"Get these fucking guys out of there." Vaas ordered sternly, pointing to Jason and Grant still in the cage. Two pirates came over, opened the cage door, and pushed the two brothers out forcefully.
"Grant…?" Jason whispered with fear. Grant looked at his younger brother and shook his head, indicating that they can't speak right now. He was right; a pirate slapped Jason across the head.
"Ey, you need to shut the fuck up!" he snapped before pushing Jason again. The four of them walked for which felt like hours, the sight of this camp getting worse and worse with civilians being beaten, animals being skinned; it was a nightmare. Jason and Grant were filled with fear, there was no possible way to tell what would happen. Suddenly, Jason felt a pulling on his leg. He turned his head and looked down to see a beat up civilian tugging his pant leg.
"Please…help me…" they whimpered, tugging harder. Jason opened his mouth, but immediately closed it. The civilian's eyes had the most terrifying cry for help. Jason wanted to do something, he wanted to help, but he couldn't. The pirate who was behind Jason noticed the civilian and beat them across the face with his gun. The civilian let go of Jason's pant leg and rolled on their back as the pirate beat them over and over, letting out shrieks of pain and terror. Jason could only watch, barely blinking, eyes deceiving. Another pirate ran up and dragged the civilian away, yelling "Reject!". Jason knew that wasn't a good sign at all. The pirate who was taking charge of him walked back over and pushed him.
"Let's go! Move it!" he ordered, continuously pushing Jason. A few minutes later, they arrived at an awfully large wooden shack. One of the pirates knocked on the door, another pirate opening it and allowing them in. The room was bigger than they imagined. It wasn't too big, but not the size they were expecting in a shack. But in sight, there he was; Vaas. He was standing in the back with his arms crossed, a very unpleasing expression on his face. He was leaning against a wall, observing the two brothers carefully. Not once did he take his eyes off of him. The two pirates sat each of the brothers in their own chairs; wooden, uncomfortable, wobbly chairs. Their hands were tied behind the chairs forcefully, causing them to grunt from it being so uncomfortable. Vaas made his way over to them, a camcorder in his hand. He really found an interest into these two men. He knew that he was going to get a ton of money from these guys and their friends being rich. Not rich enough like Oliver of course, but they were enough to make Vaas find excitement into selling them. Cruel, unusual, twisted excitement. Vaas walked around them in a steady pace, not taking his eyes off of them again. He slid his hand down the top of the chair and looked directly at Jason, then to Grant.
"Okay, let's start now. Hey, and you two white boys better not cause any bullshit. Because if you do," Vaas took out his handgun and twirled it with his finger. "This? It'll be pointed at your head in a fucking second. So, it's simple. Follow my rules, and you want end up with a bullet through your skull. Am I clear?" Grant and Jason didn't even make a move or speak, they only stared. "I'm sorry, did I stutter? Huh? Did I fucking stutter, answer me right now, did. I. Stutter? Hm?" He leaned his face towards them, anger swarming in his eyes. "I said, am I fucking clear?!" Grant and Jason slowly nodded, not making eye contact with him. Vaas was going to scream at them for not looking him in the eye too, but he just wanted to get this over with. He handed a pirate the video camera before standing behind Grant and Jason, putting a sack over their heads.
"Can we get this bullshit over with now?" Vaas asked strictly to the group of pirates standing there. The one holding the camera nodded and gave a thumbs up, showing that he was recording now. Once recording, Vaas raised his arms in the air. "Hello, amigos! I have, a very special treat, okay, a very good treat for you. Now, these two white boys right here, huh? They are quite a show. Allow me, to present…" Vaas took the sack off of Grant, revealing his face. "Grant Brody. From California. Twenty nine years old. And quite a muscular man, no? I know you love your boys well fit. So this guy, I'm saying about, ten grand, huh? Ten grand! Okay? Ten grand, for this fella, huh? No no no, wait wait wait, what's that? It looks like, there's more where that came from, amigo!" Vaas then took off the sack from Jason, revealing his face, his head down. "Jason Bro…" Vaas quietly sighed and aggressively lifted Jason's head up, adjusting it so that he's facing the camera directly. "Jason. Brody. Also from California. They're brothers, yes! Now Jason here, he looks like the athletic type. Twenty six. I'd say, hmm, maybe eight grand? Eight grand? Eight grand, yes, for Jason Brody! Order them soon, hermano, you never know when they might become 'expired'."
Expired. Expired. Jason and Grant felt a sudden mental stab to the heart. They were practically not even human anymore. They were toys, rag dolls, slaves, not human. Vaas clapped his hands together once.
"Alright, next, we have…" a pirate handed him a small card. "We have Nikki. Bring her out." A pirate dragged the chair with a young girl tied to it. She looked about sixteen to eighteen, black hair tied into a ponytail, short shorts, buttoned shirt. To Jason and Grant, they found her quite pretty. The pirates and Vaas thought the same, but not in the friendly manner Grant and Jason thought. They called her a "dirty bitch", "naughty slut"…that's what they called every attractive woman they came across. Vaas stood behind Nikki, who started to softly cry as he got closer. He got on his knees in front of her and wiped her tears away gently, caressing her hair, soft and gentle hushes coming from his lips.
"Nikki, honey…" he began softly. "We're going to win this Oscar, you and me now. You can do it, honey, come on." Nikki just cried even more, quiet squeals and whimpers coming from her in despair. Vaas just stared at her, waiting for her to stop. He wanted to make this a good impression on this part, and this was obviously not a good impression. Jason and Grant knew he was just trying to get her to stop; he didn't care. His soft whispers and gentle touches were fake; everyone knew his true mood. His anger, his annoyance, his hatred. He tried so hard to not unleash it on this girl. The real actor here was him, not her. It was so well, that it's very necessary for a compliment. But it seemed wrong to compliment this psychopath, it would never seem right. Such a villain, doing such great work. It felt wrong for someone to think he's doing a spectacular work on something.
Vaas always did this with the young girls. He always acted so nice, so caring. But he really only wanted the money. These girls were his ticket to money, nothing more. Jason and Grant watched him and Nikki silently, trying to hold back from calling him a liar. They tried so hard to scream it out, "A liar, a filthy fucking bastard!". They could only scream it in their heads. This was going to be the longest next three minutes of their lives.
"Good news! You're going to a new home!" Vaas called out cheerfully, not making any eye glances. He was too busy running his finger through the pile of dollar bills in his hand, counting the amount in his head. Grant and Jason sat up from their filthy beds and looked at Vaas with confusion. Vaas then raised his head and looked away from the money to glare at them. "…Did I stutter again? Huh? Get the fuck up, and get the fuck in the car before I blow your fucking brains out, okay, hermano? Let's go." Grant and Jason quickly rose up, walking to the orange jeep in front of them. The pirate in the driver's seat turned to them, his eyes narrowed.
"Don't say a fucking word!" he shouted in their faces, before turning the key in the slot, and driving off. Jason and Grant were anxious, horribly. This all felt like a dream, a dream that they would never wake up from.
When arriving at the convoy, the pirate forcefully pulled Jason out of the car, another pirate pulling Grant. Jason looked at the helicopter in front of him. That's what got his attention, only that. He looked at his brother, who looked at him back, both with the expression of worry. The leader of the group ordered the pirate holding Jason to put him in the helicopter quickly. Jason swallowed hard, but the real fear had not started yet. The pirate pointed to Grant.
"Wait! Do not transport him! It says he is a reject!" he blurted out. Then and there, Jason's heart sank. All, every single one, of his feelings faded. He felt nothing. Grant looked at Jason, trying to make an attempt to tell his brother that it was okay.
"Jason…Jason, please don't-" a pirate silenced Grant and shoved him powerfully onto the hood of the car. But Grant raised himself up immediately and glued his eyes on Jason. Jason's eyes watered as he opened his mouth to cry for his brother. He made no regrets, and did so.
"Grant! Grant, no! Please!" he screamed out, his throat choked up. The pirates shoved Jason towards the helicopter, but Jason kept fighting back. "Grant!" Jason was suddenly punched hard in the face by one of the pirates; but he didn't care about the horrible pain, he still cried for his brother. "Don't leave me, Grant, please! Grant!"
"Jason, everything's going to be alright, okay?" Grant spoke as calm as he could, yet loudly over the helicopter propellers which was causing more of a noise. Jason felt the warm tears roll down his face, he felt the heart ache of leaving his brother. He didn't want to be sold to a stranger alone; he wanted to be with his brother through it all. And what did "reject" mean? Vaas had to take care of the rejects, the pirates found a reject tugging Jason's pant leg; what did it mean? Jason didn't know, nor did he want to. But it was clear that it was a horrible thing, an indication that Grant would be shot with the rest of the "rejects". He could tell, it was triggering in his mind. The pirates finally got Jason onto the helicopter, though he still tried to fight back. A pirate pushed Jason onto the floor and beat him senselessly, kicking him on his back and then snatching his hair, pulling his head up and bouncing his head off the floor about three times before stopping and pushing him into a seat. Grant watched his brother being beaten, and couldn't resist to cry too, even though he barely cried. He always tried to seem calm to calm Jason and Riley down when they were anxious, but he had never seen one of them beaten, or sold away. Jason looked out the window, placing his hand over the glass; all he could is cry silently, pleading under his breath for his big brother. Grant wanted to wave, he wanted to wave goodbye to Jason, but the pirates had tied his hands. This was the last time they would ever see each other, in fact, see anyone they knew. They would see a horrible person in front of them who wanted to use them as a toy whenever they wanted. Just a wave goodbye, just a peace sign to keep it cool. A wave to Riley when he went to flight school, a wave to Jason when he went off to go on his first date with Liza. They grew up so fast, as it seemed, he was the oldest brother. He saw them grow up to be like they were now, and it was all slipping away.
After being dazed from all those memories, Grant snapped back into reality. The helicopter rose up slowly, Jason looking out the window, and with the heartbreak from Grant again, Jason had waved; but he couldn't wave back. Instead he smiled and nodded, making Jason smile back. Because despite the horrible event going on at that moment, they couldn't help but smile, giving a good luck, letting each other know that they loved each other dearly. They were still a family, even if separated. The helicopter finally flew off, as the pirates shoved Grant into the car again, so they could bring him back to Vaas as a little killing present with the rest of the rejects.
There it was, the camp. There he was, the savage. There they were, the rejects. There it was, the rope being tied to all of their hands, lined up, on their knees. There it was, the gun, the finger on the trigger. There it was, the horrible ringing through the ears, one by one, in sequence. All until it was to him, a little yet powerful speech from the killer about how he was "useless". Then there it was, the last of it. Squeezing his eyes shut, preparing for it, until it all went black.
Jason looked at the man, who looked at him back, with cold and murderous eyes. Tears down his face, a whimper from his lips, a beat with the stick, a cut down the arm with the blade, the pain overwhelming. The screaming of how his toy wasn't good enough. He would have to deal with this everyday, but not as long as he did what the man wanted, right?
But it was never enough for him.
It was all over.