The Wrathful One

Author's Note: Okay, just to get this out of the way, this is an AU (alternate universe) so nobody better give me any crap about how this didn't happen or yatta-yatta-yah. I said I would do the specific training sessions and all, but that would take too much time (time that I don't want to spend), so I'm cutting it short. If you don't know who Crowe or Semeru are, then just look them up in the Far Cry Wiki. I do not own any of the characters from Far Cry. They belong to Ubisoft.

The Preparation

After somehow managing to survive my jumping experiences, I was thrown into the thick of the night. The jungles were an extremely dangerous place at night. However, now I was suppose to be the predator. My first task was to track Crowe through the underbrush. To do this, I'm suppose to be able to have some sort of predator vision to see clearly and also see the scent trails of both dead and living animals and humans.

This was actually easier then I thought. All I apparently needed was something threatening my life. Semeru was the one to discover that. While I was treking through the woods, lost, he would shoot at me from cover. Seeing as how I could see nothing, my senses must've developed at a quicker pace so I could protect myself.

Night was turned to day as every leaf, branch, tree, insect, animal, and even Semeru, was outlined with a light yellow hue. I could see his scent radiating off of him like he was on fire. The color of it was a bright red that looked like smoke.

"I can see you!" I yelled excitedly. "I can see everything, Semeru!" I laughed out in happiness. This was amazing! The smells...I could smell everything! Why did I try to reject this?

"Now that you see, finish the training!" Semeru yelled. He shot another burst from his M249 SAW(squad automatic weapon) machinegun, making me dive for cover.

"Sheesh...do something right and you get shot at.." I tried to focus my senses on my hearing. Taking a deep breath and calming myself, I could hear rustling coming a ways to the right of me. "Let's hope that him."

I used my new feral speed to quickly traverse the landscapes to close the distance. After about thirty seconds, I had to slow to a regular jog to conserve my energy. Using my enhanced speed and strength takes a toll on my body if I use it nonstop.

After slowing to a jog, I could just hear the sounds of footsteps. Looking in their direction, I could see a faint mist trailing through some more brush. That must be Crowe's scent.

I followed the scent trail through about a hundred yards of foliage until I came to a clearing about 20yds in circumference. Just as I had entered, I saw a large blob of orange disappear into the other side.

I've got him now!

I rushed after him as fast as I could, but he must've smelled him or something, because he started turning on the afterburners. His footsteps soon became to far for me to hear. How is he moving that fast for his size!

While I was still chasing after him, he had actually moved fast enough to circle around and come up behind me. I didn't know it until I was grabbed by my hair and lifted off the ground. Instinctively, I started kicking wildly but I was soon thrown about thirty yards like a football.

I hit the ground rolling backwards about ten times. When I finally cleared my head, Crowe was running at me with that sadistic smile again and he wasn't slowing down. I wanted to run, to get clear away from him, but fear had paralyzed me. I would've been pummeled to death if Semeru hadn't shot Crowe with a dart.

Though the dart did nothing too drastic, it drained all of the large man's adrenaline and stamina. He stood on wobbly legs before falling to a knee.

"Don't...get in my way," Crowe muttered. Semeru walked up to him and uppercutted Crowe, sending him a foot into the air and flat on his back.

"Now is not the time, you moron!" the chieftain yelled. "You will have your chance in due time, but he is not ready yet. So do not take the anger for his father out on him yet."

Crowe groaned a bit before getting back to his feet, hatred clear as day in his eyes. "The time can't come soon enough!" he protested, then stormed off.

Semeru walked towards me extending his hand. I gladly took it. He pulled me up only to throw a hook to the body that sent me twisting through the air.

"You gave in to your fear! You would be dead if it wasn't for me! Do not waste our time by accepting death!" he yelled. "If you do not have the hatred to fight back, then you will die!"

He didn't bother helping me up as he stormed back to the camp as well, leaving me to pick up my bruised body. I'm pretty sure I had some fractured ribs from Semeru's punch. The guy had hands like a 10lb hammer. I winced as I limped back to the camp, knowing where to go only by following Semeru's scent trail.

"I don't want to die.." I mumbled dejectedly.

5 years later

I stood about thirty yards from Crowe. The man's neck made gross popping sounds as he twisted it sideways. Semeru stood between us, ready to referee the fight.

This was my final test. After my humiliated failure during my first hunt, I was forced to accept my fate, and I had let the hatred grow and flourish within me. It was just about infinite now. I hated many things, but the top spot still belonged to my father. I don't know when or how, but Semeru and Crowe have successfully made me into the monster they wanted.

I didn't really care that much anymore. Why should I? The past is past between us three now. All that's left is the present, and Crowe before me. We were to fight till one of us were out cold. That was the test. I've never been able to defeat Crowe before, so I have the odds stacked against me.

"You both will fight till one can no longer move. There are weapons scattered around the field, but you will have to find them yourself. There is to be no killing." He shot a pointed stare at Crowe who shrugged nonchalantly.

"Whatever, let's just get this started. I've been waiting for this day for five years."

While I can't say I've been wanting to pummel the crap out of Crowe for five years, it's been a good three atleast. I stood crouched, my 6ft, 182lb frame poised and ready to explode like a compressed spring.

"BEGIN!" Semeru jumped out of the way to give us plenty of space. I burst foward, intending to take the fight straight to him. He cracked him knuckles, grinning.

"Alright, you little piss ant. Let's see if your balls have grown any."

I was already face to face with him as he threw a hook that I slid under. I kicked his legs out from under him and tried to get on top, but he brought up both feet and kicked me square in the chest, sending me flying across the large, circular field. Flipping myself in mid-air, I somehow brought my feet under me before I hit the ground.

As I landed, my feet made trenches about 10yds long. I wheezed for a few seconds as the power behind his kick had knocked the wind out of me. Luckily, I was able to get it before Crowe made it to me. He jumped towards me, yelling like a mad man. I saw a Colt 1911 .45 lying a few feet from me, so I rolled away from the crashing form of my opponent and grabbed it up.

Just when Crowe turned around, I quickly unloaded all twelve rounds into either his face or chest. They had the effect of a wasp sting to him as he took each one. He clawed at one of the bullets in his cheek and pulled it out of his enhanced skin, then he flicked it at me.

"I never knew how annoying it was to get shot in the face till your old man did it. This is like deja vu, cuz you look just like him now. That animal look in your eyes...that's what you need to beat me. That's how he was able to beat me."

I got his message, but him saying I reminded him of my father just set me off. I threw the gun at him, hoping to distract his attention for just a second, but instead, he just let it bounce off of his hardened skin. He brought a flying knee up, but I weaved to the side to let him go flying by me.

As he went by, I wrapped an arm around his neck and began a furious barrage of punches to his skull. He took each one with a grunt till he was able to throw me by my arm into the ground. From there, I was on the receiving end of a series of vicious stomps from his heavy boots.

Each felt like a hundred pound brick falling on me and I was coughing up blood by the fourth one. His strength still blew mine out of the water. My strength against his was like comparing the explosion of a bottle rocket against a stick of dynamite. Somehow, I got my breath enough to roll out of the way of the fist that smashed into the ground with all of the force of a thirty pound sledgehammer.

I got to my feet and started running, looking for a weapon. I wouldn't be able to beat this guy in a fist fight.

"Aww, the little boy is scared. Semeru won't save you this time, little rodent," Crowe mocked as he gave chase. I was sprinting my ass off, but the larger guy was slowly gaining on me. I focused on trying to use my predator vision and the familiar highlighted world came into view. I could see Semeru's scent emitting from a tree branch nearby as he safely watched the entire scene with a bird's eye view.

I focused on his scent trail and started looking around for anything similar. The heaviest concentration throughout the area should be where he burried the weapons. Spotting a dense, fading mist about thirty yards away, I sprinted over there and scavenged the area.

I smiled sadistically as I found a few Mk.90 hand grenades.

"Aww, the little baby found a toy? It won't change the outcome of this fight, you little shit!" I turned around to see Crowe's body spearing me almost in two. As we went flying, my fingers had accidentally pulled the pins out of the two grenades. I couldn't see them, but I knew the pins were on my fingers and the grenades weren't.

Thankfully, the first place I looked as I rolled my head over had two grenades cooking right by me. I desperately tried to get Crowe off of me, but he began pounding away at my mid-section. I was starting to feel my ribs crack from the blows, so I steadied his face and pushed my thumbs into his eye sockets.

The beast roared in pain as he got to a knee. I kicked him back, causing him to tumbled backwards and fall onto the two grenades. I rolled over and covered my head as Crowe's curses were suddenly drowned out by two deafening explosions. Dirt rained down on me as I remained prone.

That didn't last long as I was suddenly lifted up by my short hair by a massive hand. Crowe was snarling at me and I couldn't believe that he wasn't harmed from that. Besides some trembling in parts of his body, he looked relatively unscathed. In my stupor, I didn't try to avoid the fist to the gut that sent me flying backwards into a tree, impaling me through the abdomen on a branch.

I coughed up much blood and cried out in pain. I pushed through it and managed to break the limb off the tree, somewhat freeing me. Unfortunately, Crowe lifted me up from the end of the stick from behind me and slammed me into that same tree like an axe. My body shattered the outer layers of the tree, sending wood splinters flying everywhere.

I was swung again, this time in the ground, and the stick must've broke as I heard a crack. My adrenaline and desire to live gave me the strength to get to a knee and send an upper-cut straight to Crowe's nuts, illiciting a loud groan from the behemoth. I saw a Remington .870 combat shotgun lying to the side. While my opponent was stunned, I grabbed it and started unloading .12gauge slug after slug into Crowe's chest.

BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. BOOM! Ca-chink. *CLICK*

"Shit!"

Round after round, I had pumped into that man's body, and with each round a chunk of flesh exploded from his chest, but the man refused to stay down. He grunted and roared in defiance and lunged at me. I dodged to the side and swung the butt of the shotgun down on his head like an axe.

*CRACK*

Like glass, the butt of the gun shattered against the skull of Crowe, but my persistence seemed to have paid off. Crowe stumbled briefly to a knee, but he got back up. Still, it was a stumble. And as his back was turned to me, I finally saw the damage from those two grenades. The shrapnel from the grenades had ripped dozens of small holes into his back, causing tons of blood to ooze out.

I began sprinting away to hopefully find a new weapon. Using my predator vision, I saw a large mist of scent about 50yds away. Not waiting for Crowe to regain his bearings, I sprinted after it. However, when I saw what I had found, I shouted with glee.

When Crowe was sprinting towards me, he skidded to a halt as I hefted up a Barret M107 .50cal Anti-Tank Rifle. This beast of a gun shot APIR (armor-piercing incendiary rounds) that could burn half inch holes through steel plates.

"Time to show you how much I really hate you, Crowe."

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!

Huge holes were torn into Crowe's chest, many of the massive shells hitting him as he rolled out of the way. About eight out of the fifteen shells hit home, knocking him back a couple of feet each time or bringing him down to a knee. After my gun made the familiar clicking noise, he took the brief reprieve to stay on a knee and recover.

Oh hell no. I'm not gonna let him get off that easily when I've got him hurtin' bad now. When I got to him, I started unloading haymakers on him, each one knocking him back from their incredible strength. He retaliated with a flurry of punches, but they were lacking in speed.

I weaved through the swinging appendages and I noticed my own body wasn't moving as fast. Understandable, since I've probably lost a liter of blood, or more. The fast healing of my body helped to stop the blood loss by sealing off the wounds about a minute after each wound was sustained.

"You can feel it too, worm. That feeling is what death feels like," Crowe said, a smile still on his face. "Now that we're both weak, let's end this like men."

Yeah, about that. As you can guess, the only reason Semeru put weapons out was to shorten the length of time he'd have to wait for our fight to be over. By how much? Well, the longest I've gone in a fight with Crowe till I blacked out was about two hours. That's a fucking long time if you're the one fighting.

"Yeah,..sure," I said in between deep breaths. Though as we were talking, we were still fighting, throwing punches and kicks that would shatter every bone in a normal human's body. After what felt like forever, the heavier wounds on Crowe started taking a greater toll on his body. His movements became more sluggish and his breathing heavier.

I rocked his senses with a hook to the jaw and he stumbled to a knee. He tried to stand back up but I connected another hard punch to his face, sending him to a knee again. He lunged back at me but I did a spinning motion, coming inside of his punch and landing an elbow to his left eye.

I felt the bone slightly crack under my blow so I started focusing all of my punches on that one spot. I punched him again and he stumbled back a few steps but I followed, continuing to throw haymaker after haymaker into his temple. He kept stumbling to a knee after a few backwards steps.

I put all of my being into the next punch, my bones nearly breaking from tightening my fist so much, and when I connected, I felt the bone around his left eye shatter and bone sprayed out. He fell in what seemed like slow motion to me. He laid motionless on the ground, knocked clean out.

Semeru jumped from his spot and landed among us two warriors. He checked Crowe's pulse and confirmed that he was still alive, but barely. He looked at me and saw I wasn't much better.

"I believe you are ready for the final test now."

I nodded and swallowed some of my blood roughly. "That's great," I said, then blacked out.