Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING FROM THE MAKING OF THIS STORY. It is purely for entertainment :)
A brief warning: Attempted suicide and implied hard-drug use
Author's Note:
Hi!
It's been a very VERY long time since I last wrote anything for the lovely Farcry 3 fandom. I just recently had the urge to replay one of Ubisoft's greatest Farcry games and whoopsie, I fell head over heels for Vaas...again. I got to mention though, I love Jason more so than I did before when I first played it. He's just as amazing as the vicious pirate lord Vaas! I love those boys so much and couldn't help myself. It's a series of short stories sectioned into multiple parts. They will definitely deal with abuse/self-abuse, violence, drug use, a bit of human trafficking, and a ton of Stockholm Syndrome. Plot twists, too! I can't forget those :D
Takes place in an Alternate Universe where Jason saves his friends but stays behind on the island because, well, he's messed up now.
PS: I know about the fantastic DLC for Farcry 6 and nearly lost the rest of my mind when I heard about it! ＼(^-^)／
I hope you Vaason and Farcry 3 lovers out there enjoy it as much as I enjoy plotting it out :D
Flash-forward
It's too late.
The second he'd let his foot slip off the side of the plane, it was too late for him. He'd saved his friends from the brutality and the ruthlessness of the island, but he couldn't go back with them. His mind had run off the minute his eyes saw him. After losing Grant, he tried to go on as if Grant was still here with him, but it didn't work in any way he had hoped.
His sanity was draining quickly back then.
It's already walked out the door at this point in his life.
He'd cried and pissed himself a few times as he ran for his life through the jungle, trying to dodge bullets and stay out of the light of the helicopters.
He'd been through hell and back.
His life back in California was comfortable and safe. There was more than a handful of times when he'd thought his life in the city was shit; when he'd hide away from his friends and family and he believed that his life was going straight down the fucking drain. Well, Jason believed completely wrong!
He looks across the warm sun-draped landscape drawn out before him atop a grassy cliff. It's been 3 whole months since Liza and the others had left the Rook Islands.
He is the new leader of the Rakyat tribe, but he doesn't want to be. He never wanted to be any kind of warrior. He never wanted any kind of title. Jason Brody is a killer. He's been on bad terms with Dennis after the death of Citra, although it wasn't Jason's fault. The Rakyat warriors have stuck by Jason's side even after the fall of their goddess.
They understood that her death wasn't his doing.
Buck is gone, Hoyt's dead, and his privateers, only a couple handful of them have been demolished but Vaas and his pirates still roam the island freely.
The Rakyat aren't entirely clueless about what's been going on with Jason, but what they don't know is that their new leader is getting involved with human trafficking. They all only wish for it to end but as long as Vaas is still around then the trafficking will continue. Jason thought he'd killed the pirate lord. They all did. After plunging the dagger through his chest, Jason could only assume Vaas was finally stopped. Not a chance.
Those stark emerald eyes of his popped open and Jason was instantly rendered unconscious.
A Rakyat warrior had found Jason in one of Vaas' warehouses, with the villain nowhere to be found, a couple dozen of his pirates littered about the compound, and taken him to Amanaki village to get him patched up by the hands of Mesa; the only available doctor on the islands. He had been bruised up and suffered a few broken ribs but nothing too severe.
Jason uses his left hand as a visor to block the hot sun from his eyes, thinking about all of the recent bullshit he's dealt with.
His left eye is colored purple and swollen shut. The inside of his bottom lip is stitched up after being split open from the violent, unforgiving fists of Vaas. Jason's relationship with the pirate lord is strained. So fucking strained. Jason's learned that it's impossible to please Montenegro even when it's all in favor of him. Jason is no longer in charge of greeting the American vacationers when they come.
In fact, he no longer has any part in the trafficking.
Vaas never made sense of it but Jason understands very well that it's because of Bernadette. He's kept his distance from the pirate lord and spends a few nights each week in the Amanaki village where he drinks his worries away with a pretty native girl in his bed to keep him company. Where he calls home is the late Dr. Earnhardt's mansion. It's been looted by pirates after Earnhardt's unfortunate death but Jason had managed to repair things the best he could. He spends most of his hours there. Most nights he tries to forget about everything. Weed is his go-to drug that makes it all go away for a few good hours. Coke, that shit turns him into a drooling mental ward patient, and the wild mushrooms of the island, the edible ones, they only intensify his feelings; everything that he wants to forget.
All the abuse.
He's been through a load of fucked-up shit that most people would never get over in their lifetime. He knows his mind is even more fucked than it had already been and the pathetic part of it all is that he continues to find the pirate lord dancing victoriously in his dreams. Jason hates that he wants Montenegro. He absolutely hates himself for that bullshit!
Brody's been keeping his distance from the pirate lord, which for the most part, calms his mind.
The American warrior has many lovers from all across the island. Most of which Vaas has no clue. Well, much to Jason's knowledge.
Vaas found out about Bernadette and Saban quickly and easily, though.
Since being the new leader of the Rakyat, Jason has been offered many rides back to the temple where it all went down, but he never says anything. He doesn't want to go back there. But a temple without its ruler is no temple at all. The Rakyat don't grieve the American warrior about it but it's in Jason's best interest to show his appreciation to the people and its history.
Jason breathes softly, looking down at his dirty bare feet and he tucks his fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it up over his head. He lets it slide from his hand and begins unbuttoning his jeans.
His family is gone, Grant is gone and so is he.
He's hurt many innocent people. Not just American vacationers; natives too. He hurt them because the nasty pirate lord told him to. Jason is quite malleable under Vaas' control. He struggles to free himself from Vaas' every little word, every phrase that creeps out of his lips.
Wiping away trails of sweat from his temple, Jason steps out of his jeans, tossing them aside, and slips out of his underwear just as easily, peering out into the crystal clear ocean displayed before him. He can smell the crisp salty waters as a gentle breeze blows through his unkempt hair.
An array of vibrant tropical birds flies overhead but he doesn't pay any mind to them. He is focused on something else.
Mindlessly walking closer to the crumbling rock edge, Jason looks down and sees the beautiful waters tossing wave after wave against the rock wall below; his eyes quickly catching sight of the dangers that await him.
He doesn't turn to look back at the mansion or anything else. He is ready to jump. He is lost in the messiness of his wrecked brain. Nothing else matters.
His stare is blank and he takes one final step, feeling the hard rock break and crumble underneath the sole of his right foot, instantly gobsmacked by the memories of jumping out of that plane. He plays the day over behind his eyelids like it only happened yesterday.
"You fucking stupid?!"
"Fucking white boy. Some fucking warrior you are!"
The faces of his loved ones fade away and his face feels suddenly blanketed in an uncomfortable heat and ungodly sweat. Words are spoken but he isn't sure whose voice is behind them. The tone is angry. That much he understands.
He comes to on the hard ground.
"W-what?" Jason mumbles, using both hands to hide his face from the bitter rays of the sun but he's too weak to keep them up for long.
He can still hear someone groveling from somewhere close by. He doesn't have to get up to finally see who it is.
"You awake, white boy? Huh? Did you go deaf?" the pirate lord says bitterly kneeling over Jason's overly heated body, head cocked to the side.
The older man pokes Jason in the side of his neck which instantly causes him to cough, sitting up in a hurry.
"Vaas — wh-what the fuck is going on?" Jason groans, shielding his eyes from the sun with one of his hands, quickly realizing that he's buck naked.
This sudden realization has him scrambling to his feet, looking for some kind of explanation in Vaas' face after becoming bold enough to grab him by the tank, pulling the pirate lord close. Vaas sneers at Jason but the expression soon turns into a perverse kind of grin, licking his lips.
"Get the FUCK off me! Don't play dumb, hermano, you know EXACTLY what the fuck is going on!" Vaas growls loudly, shoving Jason off before throwing his clothes at him.
Jason doesn't know. But arguing about it with Vaas won't solve anything.
Jason's shaken. He looks down at his clothes draped over his hands in confusion. He is completely dumbfounded at Vaas' last words, his back turned to Jason.
…I am not losing you, hermano,"