So, I got far cry 5 recently and with it I got far cry 3 so now I have 3,4, and 5, in short, I've never been more motivated to write this fanfic!
Okay just a heads up, trigger warning, whatever. This chapter will involve torture. I know, not what you expected from a love story, but it's there. You've been warned.
Ajay didn't like the old, rotten, borderline dilapidated ceiling above his head. He could see dark slimy black mold growing in the corner that seemed to crawl all the way across the whole yellow surface of the ceiling. He didn't like the look of termites that seemed to move under the wallpaper and fly around looking for their next meal. He didn't like it, but he had to focus on the ceiling, for if he didn't then he'd have to focus on the bonds around his neck, ankles, and hands keeping him immobile and he really didn't want to focus on that for now because if he did focus on that then he'd have to focus on the inevitable torture coming his way before too long and he really didn't want to think about that.
Ajay didn't know much at the moment but he did know this much: His dad wasn't with him, his Aunt Yuma wasn't with him, Jason wasn't with him, and that he truly feared for all of their lives. Silently Ajay bit at his lip as he focused on the ever-growing mold in the far corner of the room. 'This is all your fault. You let Bhadra in she told Sabal everything...' A bitter voice told him in his head. He could only give out a shaky breath before he tried to move his left hand in hopes that maybe the steel shackle would give away, but all it did was cause the shackle to jingle against the chain. 'Nobody is getting out alive. Especially not you.' That voice told him once again. Ajay now let out several soft puffs of air through his nose in a botched attempt to keep calm. Ajay then tried to move his right leg up, but as before the most that happened was that the shackle jingled and he was still unable to move. His eyes moved to the ceiling's beam he could make out a tiny hole in the ceiling that allowed a small ray of light to beam in. It was something interesting for him to focus on.
That was until the door opened. Ajay wanted to turn his head, but the shackle around neck stopped that real quick and in a hurry. Still, he didn't need to see who was coming in, the smug air that seemed to suddenly flood the room told him who it was. "Hey! Sabal! Long time no see!" Ajay half-joked to the resistance leader. "I mean I can't see you like I am now, but you're such an ass I know who you are without the need to look at you!" Ajay was suddenly met with a punch to the side of the head that was enough to make him see stars float around his vision. 'Worth it.'
"So, little prince. Are you enjoying your stay?" Sabal questioned as he suddenly came into Ajay's vision. Sabal made sure that Ajay saw the sharp scalpel in his hands as it seemed he was testing with his own thumb to test its sharpness.
"I mean... it's no five star, and I'm tied to a table. So... no, also fuck you, just 'cause I don't like you-" Sabal interrupted Ajay by squeezing his hand against Ajay's cheeks making him shut up.
"I should cut that traitorous tongue out of your mouth right now!-" Sabal suddenly brought the scalpel up to Ajay's face but paused in his action "-... but I'm saving that for tonight..." Sabal let go of Ajay's face before suddenly, and violently, ripping Ajay's jacket open. The pull tab went flying off, clattering halfway across the room as it did so, the zipper itself actually broke off and practically halfway off of the jacket now.
"H-Hey!" Ajay snapped. He tried to move, he wanted nothing more than to punch Sabal in his smug stupid face right now, but he just couldn't move. Sabal pointed the scalpel down at the base of Ajay's, now exposed, collarbone.
"Right there. I'm going to mark you as the traitor you are for all of Kyrat to see!" With a sudden and quick movement from Sabal, Ajay only felt pain from the blade slice his skin in one long line. Ajay let out a loud groan of pain before clenching his teeth, he wasn't going to give Sabal the pleasure of hearing him scream in pain. Ajay let out several quick breaths before feeling the blade slice his chest again. Ajay wanted nothing more than to shoot Sabal right then and there but the stupid shackles kept him firmly in place, his breathing was a little more frantic now as the pain his chest rose and fell violently and this didn't go unnoticed "Now, now Ajay, I only got the T done! if you don't level your breathing I might make a mistake and have to scribble it out." Sabal smug voice whispered in Ajay's ear.
"Fuck... you!" Ajay snarled out. Sabal responded by simply stabbing right into Ajay's arm with the scalpel. It caught Ajay so off guard that he threw his head back and let out a scream of pain.
"I suggest you watch your language! Son of Mohan!"
Ajay clenched his teeth together and even started to grind together as Sabal yanked the scalpel out of his arm. Sill, Ajay was never one to not piss off Sabal if given the chance. "I am Ishiwari's son and the adoptive son of Pagan Min! Mohan was a coward-"
"-And it's that slander that makes me want to thrust this scalpel into that neck of yours!" Sabal brought the scalpel up to Ajay's neck quickly but seemed to have some form of self-control as he paused just briefly before pulling back. "-Like I said, I'm saving that for tonight!" Ajay hissed in pain as Sabal then proceeded to jab the scalpel into Ajay's torso before dragging it down more violently than before. Ajay let out loud heavy groans of immense pain as he tried to focus his eyes on the ceiling, but that wasn't working anymore. He could feel the blood start to run down his chest now, his tank top was catching some of the blood and soaking it up no doubt. Ajay honestly wasn't even aware that he was holding his breath until his lungs started to ache. When he did let out his breath a loud cry left his mouth, something he had no control over. "Aw? Little prince can't handle what his beloved Paul De Pluer gives out to our soldiers every day?" Sabal sarcastically cooed at Ajay in a sickly sweet voice. Ajay breathed out heavily, his eyes widening in pain as Sabal continued to carve into his skin without waiting for an answer from Ajay. "Mohan would be so ashamed to have you as his son."
"Yeah... well, I'm ashamed to have him as a fath-AH!" Before Ajay could even finish his sentence Sabal had stabbed his chest violently but it didn't stop there, no Ajay knew he had hit a nerve as Sabal pulled the scalpel out and then proceeded to stab it in again, and again, and again, and again. Each time the pain getting more and more excruciating with each stab. Ajay tried to hold in his cries of pain, but the more Sabal stabbed him the more unbearable it became until finally, Ajay couldn't take it anymore. "Stop! Please! Stop!" He finally cried in pain. Sabal did just that. He had a smile on his face that just gave Ajay the creeps.
"Now, isn't that better? I'd start watching that mouth of yours-" Sabal's smile turned into an angry sneer before he stabbed Ajay one final time causing Ajay to scream loudly in pain. "-or it'll get worse, much worse." Ajay tried to jerk out of his bonds but the most that did was not only cause the pain from the scalpel to get a million times worse but it also caused his wrists and ankles to rub up against the metal from the shackles. "No tears yet? Don't worry... I'll get there before too long. I've got you to myself all day long and-" Sabal leaned down to whisper in Ajay's ear softly. "-I've got a lot of things lined up for us to do together... I'm going to break you..."
"-a lot of people out..."
"-Noticed..."
Jason gave a groggily groan as he sleepily opened his eyes. He felt confused as he could tell he was looking up at the roof of a car. Last thing he remembered he was in a helicopter, so why was he in a car now? His brow furrowed when he because aware that the car was indeed moving.
"Something big is happening... how much farther till we reach the airport?" Came Liza's voice from the front seat. Jason's head turned towards her voice, he was laying down in the back seat, in fact, he was taking up the whole back seat. He could see that Riley was driving while Liza was in the front seat. Again his brow continued to furrow when the very real and horrible truth that Ajay was not with them hit him really hard. Jason felt that something was in his hand, and bringing his hand up he opened it to see a familiar leather glove. Slowly he pulled himself up and was sitting up straight in the seat behind Riley's. He went unnoticed by either of them.
"It shouldn't be much longer, I think it's only... two or three more miles away if I'm looking at the map correctly..." Riley huffed as he was going back and forth between looking at a paper map in front of him and focusing on the road.
"Where's Ajay?" Jason questioned causing both of them to jump, Riley actually had to stomp on the breaks before putting his hand on his chest.
"Christ, Jason don't scare us like that-"
"Where is Ajay!? Why are we going to the airport?!" Jason demanded before snatching the map out of Riley's hands.
"Jason..." Liza started slowly with a voice that Jason knew all too well. It was her cautious voice, the voice she would use when she had bad news for him. "... We both love you... and... well we're taking you home after the helicopter crashed-"
"Like hell, you are!?-wait... helicopter crash... no..." Jason shook his head as his memory came back to him. 'What the hell happened to Ajay?!' "You two... didn't just leave Ajay, Pagan, and Yuma to the Golden Path, did you!?"
"Well... I mean-" Riley's hesitant voice was the final straw for Jason. He opened the car door and simply got out. "Jason!" honestly Jason had half a mind to just take the car from Riley, but then he knew better than that. No, he wasn't a monster he wasn't going to just leave them in the middle of a war-torn country if he had to walk all the way to Banapur then so be it. Jason heard the car's tires slowly drive up beside him. "Please get back in the car." Riley practically pleaded with Jason.
"No. Here's what's going to happen, you two have done nothing to help! You abandoned me and Ajay in a drowning car and you tore me away from Ajay when he literally needs me the most right now! So, in the words of mom when we were kids, Riley: If you aren't going to help then just go!" Jason seethed with anger dripping in every word. "... you two might have single-handedly ruined a country by handing Ajay over to those terrorists!"
"Well, Jason... the truth is... how do you know that the Golden Path isn't the ones in the right here!" Liza challenged from the passenger seat.
"Because I've been here longer than either of you!" Jason roared loudly. "I know what the Golden Path wants! You don't! The Golden Path wants things to go back to the accent times, pretty much! Pagan is bringing in modern medicine, and getting rid of their religion! A religion, I feel like I should remind you, that makes it okay for grown men, like Sabal, to marry and fuck girls as young as twelve because they believe that these girls are goddesses reborn! Pagan wants to bring this country into the modern age and the Golden Path? They want to put it back to the way things were before because Pagan outlawed their stupid religion! Pagan may not be a saint, and he's doing things wrong as well as being a psychopath... but he's in the right for this one." Jason finished he continued to walk but the car stopped following him.
"Jason..." Riley had gotten out of the car now. "Don't do this! Please!" Jason kept on walking away from his brother. "I can't lose another brother!" That line caused Jason to stop dead in his tracks. Slowly he turned his head to look at Riley. "You know... you act like you're the only person to lose Grant! But you forget he was my brother too!... as a kid I would fantasize about being an only child sometimes... I don't want that fantasy to become a reality! I can't lose you too! Please... come home..."
"... If you would have come to get me when I accepted the job... I might have been willing to, but... now... Ajay means too much to me to just leave him to the Golden Path."
"More important than us?" Liza had gotten out of the car as well. Jason only shook his head slowly at the two of them.
"It's not like that-"
"-But it's true... isn't it?" She challenged. "Bullshit!" She spoke again before Jason could respond. "We stuck through you for years! You knew him for a month and you're willing to lay your life down for him?!"
"It's not just that and you know it!"
"Oh, please Jason! you would always be flirting with women! Like, there was a time if it had a skirt you'd be chasing it!... where is this sudden sexuality change coming from?" Riley demanded as he threw his arms out towards Jason. Liza also gave a nod towards Jason as well, her arms were crossed and her eyes were narrowed at him.
Jason finally just scoffed before throwing his arms up in defeat. "It's never changed! Goddammit, I shouldn't be having this conversation, not now, but if it'll make you two feel better. I'm Bi! I've always been Bi! But that doesn't matter! Not now anyway! The longer we stay here discussing my sexuality the longer the Golden Path has Ajay! Now please! Go home!" Jason turned sharply and quickly started to walk away.
He didn't look back he didn't want to see their disappointed faces especially not when he had to get to Ajay before anything too bad to happen for him. Jason padded down his pockets in hope to see what was still on him, he had no guns, but he did have his Kukri, and Ajay's glove, but that was it. Jason heard the sound of a car driving off, he forced himself to turn around just in time to see Riley and Liza drive passed him and move forward. 'Good...' Jason thought as he watched the car disappear around a blind corner.
So, he had no map, is in an enemy heavy territory, and only had a glorified machete to back him up. 'You've faced worse, Jason.' His mind reminded him, and it wasn't wrong.
"Welp, they were heading for the airport, so I guess I should go... " Jason sighed loudly as he looked around, all he could see was wilderness. Jason tapped his fingers against his thigh in thought before finally turning around on the road. "I'll go this way." He whispered softly to himself. He knew he had to get started somewhere, Ajay was counting on him. Jason silently pocketed the glove before setting off in a jog.
Ajay wasn't a crier, he's never been one to cry even when hurt as a kid he didn't really cry all that much, but boy did he want to cry when Sabal finally finished carving the word 'Traitor' into his chest. Ajay never felt pain like that before, of course, he hadn't Pagan did everything in his power to stop Ajay from ever feeling pain like that before. Ajay was shaking, he knew he was. He wanted to take the focus away from the agonizing pain from the still bleeding cuts. Every time it seemed like the pain would go away or dull down it just came back full force like a fire refusing to be put out. He felt tears perk up in the corner of his eyes he tried to blink them away and not give Sabal the satisfaction of seeing him cry.
Sabal had walked away, where he went to Ajay didn't know nor did he want to know. No, Ajay tried to focus on getting out, but these shackles weren't giving away anytime soon. His wrists were already raw and bloody from his struggle as Sabal was carving away. Ajay sucked in air through his teeth as the pain just wouldn't stop for him. 'If they're doing this to you then imagine what they're doing to dad.' That little voice piped up in his head. Ajay clenched his teeth together to stop himself from crying out at the thought. The door suddenly opened again and Ajay was greeted by Sabal's ugly mug. Sabal was humming some old song happily to himself. "You know, Little Prince, your American friend gave me a great idea on how to break you!" Sabal spoke chipperly to Ajay. Ajay didn't ask, he didn't engage Sabal in, anyway, shape, or form. Sabal only chuckled before showing Ajay a dirty red rag.
Ajay still didn't ask.
Sabal then placed the rag over Ajay's face. Ajay, unable to move his neck, couldn't move his neck to knock the rag off. Ajay was shaking worse now. Every breath he took through his nose the rag moved and touched his nostrils uneasily. The rag smelt heavily of car oil and Ajay feared that Sabal was going to set the rag on fire, but the moment Ajay heard the loud sloshing of water being moved he realized it was much worse. "Sabal no! Please!" Ajay just couldn't help but beg for mercy, something he never had to do before but fell on deaf ears. It happened so fast the water was poured on his face quickly and violently. Ajay held his mouth shut and refused to breathe through his nose, but within seconds he could feel the water start to go down his nostrils Ajay tried to snort the water out but that only caused more complications as his nostrils started to burn and he opened his mouth to gasp. Water went down his throat fast. Ajay tried so hard to shake his head but he was still restrained down.
Water started to pour into his mouth and down his nose, he tried and tried to spit and gasp the water out. He couldn't breathe, the more he struggled the less he could breathe, the cloth was clamped down over his nose now and he was unable to determine if he was still breathing by this point. More and more water just seemed to pour over his face, down his nose, and into his lungs. Ajay was struggling in his panic, his wrists and ankles doing nothing but rubbing against the shackles and turning raw.
Honestly, Ajay didn't even know he was screaming until the water stopped and the rag was ripped from his face. All he heard was a loud 'click' and he jerked his head to the side to spit the water out of his lungs. Ajay gasped loudly as mucus left his nose and water splashed violently on the floor below him. Still screaming Ajay vomited on the floor, any food in his stomach splashed grossly with the water on the floor. Then, as he sucked in several greedy breaths of air, his neck was grabbed by Sabal and he was forced back into the shackle where Sabal locked it back in place. "No! Please, not again!" Ajay cried loudly as tears were now running down his face, but again the rag was placed over his head, and again the process was repeated.
Ajay clawed at the table below him as his whole body aggressively jerked up and down as his mind was telling his body that was drowning. The water continued to pour endlessly down his throat and nose, the more he tried to cough out the more just seemed to flow down. Ajay tried to beg for mercy, he tried so hard. He knew he was screaming now more than ever, but screaming only made it worse. Finally, the rag was torn off his face and his neck was freed allowing him to turn it to cough the water up. Water flowed from his mouth as well as his nose. Ajay had nothing in his stomach to give, but still, he vomited up stomach acid. "No more... please..." Ajay cried softly to Sabal. "Please..." Ajay coughed a loud wheezing cough. "No..." Ajay sobbed loudly as Sabal simply moved his head back into the shackle. "Please. No more Sabal!"
"Sorry, brother. You brought this on yourself."
And on the rag went again, and again the process was repeated.
Jason slid down a small cliff and safely on to the ground below. Honestly, Jason wasn't happier to see a radio tower more in his life, because next to the tower was a little hut with a radio in it. Jason didn't waste time running towards the hut small hut. Hell, he even managed to get inside it without seeing or running into a single soul. 'Now that I think about it, I haven't seen much of anyone since I left Riley and Liza. Not a single car.' He thought to himself before shrugging it off as nothing. "Oh, you beautiful bastard!" He whispered to the HAM radio on the table. Jason snatched the little walkie-talkie attached to the radio and started to tune in.
"Hello? Can anybody hear me? My name is Jason Brody! Can anybody hear me?" He spoke loud and clear into the radio as he constantly flicked through channels. "My name is Jason Brody, I am Ajay Ghale's bodyguard, I need help! Hello? Can anybody hear me?!" Jason turned the dials to the radio in a more despite the attempt to reach anybody. "Hello!? Please! I need help!"
It was like an angel heard his prayers as finally another voice flickered on the radio. "Jason? You're alive!?"
"Hurk! I've never been more happy to hear that beautiful southern voice of yours! Yes, I need help! Ajay and I got separated I need to find him but I'm lost!" He explained quickly to Hurk. At first, all Jason got was a bunch of static from the other side and after a few minutes he wondered if he had lost Hurk, that was until another voice suddenly came on the radio, this one wasn't Hurk but Paul.
"Jason!- goddammit keep them back!- The Golden Path has Pagan, Yuma, and Ajay! Where the hell was you?!" Paul snapped over the radio.
"I... got kidnapped, it's a long story! But I want to get them back! Like I told Hurk, I'm lost!" Jason yelled back over the radio. All he got in reply were loud gunshots causing him to jump a little. Then after a few stressful heartbeats, Paul came back on the radio.
"Look... Jason..." Paul was breathing heavily now. "... The Golden Path won... They're executing Pagan tonight along with Ajay. They went and killed Yuma in the helicopter from what I was told... they're storming my fortress now and I can't keep them at bay much longer... they won, Jason. It's over."
Then, line the went dead. Jason started flicking through the stations again. "No! No! It can't be over! They can't win! Hello!? Paul!? Hurk! HURK!?" Jason practically screamed over the radio. "Oh, god... no..." Jason put his hands on his knees as he then clutched at his pants so hard that his knuckles went white. "I can't lose someone else... I just can't..." He whispered uneasily to himself. Off in the distance, probably from the radio tower, he could hear the music. He had no idea why he focused on it, but he did.
Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go, there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double so come on and let me know-
"Should I stay or should I go?" Jason finished the song aloud to himself, looking down at his hands in thought. 'It seems that it's an impossible battle to win at this point in the game... Maybe I should try and go back to the airport with Liza and Riley-' Jason shook his head slowly as he then proceeded to punch the closest wall. "Fuck that noise! I'm not fucking leaving! I made a promise to protect Ajay Ghale and dammit I'm fulfilling that promise!" He seethed before turning back to the radio and flicking the stations. This wasn't a message to Paul or Hurk, but a message to Sabal if that stupid bastard gets it.
"Sabal! I don't know if you can hear me! but if you are listening then listen well mother fucker! I'm coming for you, and this time I'll make sure to put a damn bullet in that head of yours."
Jason dropped the walkie-talkie before walking out of the hut. "Paul and Hurk need me, I'm assuming both of them are at Paul's fortress, I don't know where I'm at- well... look at that..." Jason smirked. Off in the distance was an abandoned ATV. "-but I'll know before too long. Don't worry, Ajay, I'm coming for you before nightfall, I promise! I just need the proper backup..."
Okay, so I decided to split this up into two parts. Maybe because I didn't want to over crowed this one chapter with too much because trust me there's a lot more to happen. A lot more!