Chapter 5:She-ila be Stronger

Oh yes... *Devious expression* You can probably guess who will be in this chapter by the title, and yes again, I have a thing for crazy psychopaths, especially the ones from Farcry 3, so no doubt you will be seeing a lot of Characters from the game in this fanfiction and a lot of cliff hangers... Lol *Laughs maniacally*

Chapter 5: She-ila be Stronger

Mirabella POV

I had laid in the same place for hours, I felt weak, my skin had gone pale, the blood draining from the wound on my temple and on my stomach. Should I have cared at this point? Would it matter if I died? I had contemplated the perks of death, another adventure just waiting for me and now I was to take it early. I wasn't excited, but I wasn't afraid either. I would be here on this amazing island.

After I laid there for an hour, I assumed I had given up, but it all came back to me. I couldn't just let Jessica die, I couldn't just let my parents stay here on the heaven that became hell. I would help them off the island and that was what I needed to do. Not give up and die, Vaas never would have approved of it though, he would rather do it all himself and send me to somewhere safe, he would have called me crazy for even considering fighting an amry of pirates on my own. A smile spread across my face. No... He would call me insane.

I laid calmly in my bed as I stared deeply at his sleeping form, a hand behind my head, in nothing but a grey tank top and blue underwear, my silk strands flowing in all directions around my head. This wasn't the first time he had sneaked into my room from the window to sleep with me at night. He would rather sleep inside then on the leaves scattered across the jungle floor within the temple where he was born. I knew it wasn't only because he preferred my plush bed versus the crackled leaves, it was because he wanted to protect me. He knew the consequences of my parents barging in and assuming to drastic conclusions, that wouldn't end well. He wanted to be near me, this is when I found my love for Vaas was real.

His machete was holstered and laid against the wall under the window, where the brown curtains fluttered from the wind and moonlight peeked in through the cracks. It was across from my small queen size bed, with raggy tan covers, white sheets, and feathered pillows resting under our heads. He was shirtless as usual, the green gem hanging down from his neck by a thin line of vine, we were about fifteen, the both of us, he was still quite skinny then, his muscles hadn't developed. He just wanted to be near me and I him. He had his shorts folded neatly on top of the weak wooded dresser across from his left side of the bed, across from my side of the bed was the door which lead into the kitchen of my parent's small shanty.

I moved over to my side, so that my hand's rested under my cheek and I was facing Vaas who was in his boxers and laying on his belly. I couldn't help, but smile, he was my everything, I loved him so much, yet I didn't even know what love was. Every time I saw him, he made me feel funny inside, he made me smile, he made me happy, he made me feel shy and modest, he made me feel brave, he made me feel love. It was the same as loving my parents, but there was more depth

"Why do you stare at me in my sleep?" He asked without opening his eyes, startling me completely, my cheeks turned a beat red and I beamed shyly.

"Because you look so peaceful when you do."

"Your crazy, bella." I giggled, he smirked slightly, his eyes cracking open, his voice was soft and lazy.

"How so?"

"You stare at me every time I come to sleep here at night."

"I just- I don't know." I wondered if it would be awkward to tell him how I felt, so far he thought this relationship was only a 'I like you' relationship, not an 'I love you' one.

"Well, I would be a hypocrite to say I don't do the same." My eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I wake up before you, remember? I then marvel at your beauty before I go."

"You do?"

"All the time, bella. I think we are insanely in love."

"In love?"

"Yes... Do you love me?"

"I do."

"Then we both must be insane." He wrapped an arm around me and held me in embrace, I smirked before I went to sleep, the day I knew he loved me to.

I needed to stay alive... For him... I twisted my weak body around so my belly was against the ground, I winced and made a slight yelp as I pushed myself up quickly to my feet. I stumbled over onto my hands and knees, a tear drifting down my cheek, I looked ahead, my vision blurred. I closed my eyes and took in a steady breath, one hand reaching up to grasp the large gash on my belly, I chopped my legs until I was standing and fell limp by shoulder against a nearby tree.

The jungle leaves rubbed against my skin, blood seeped through my fingers as I gripped tightly onto my wound. I took in a steady breath and with determination I started to limp down the brook, it guiding me to my place. Uncontrollable tears of pain sliding down my cheeks, I yelped again as I leaned to my left again into a tree, the bark not covered in leaves or moss, dug into my skin to make sifted scratches.

I yelped and burst into tears when I fell on my hands and knees again. I couldn't help but cry, the pain was excruciating and my heart was dead as it was. I was startled to the sound of tutting just ahead of me.

"My, my and you were doing so well." An Australian accent followed, I looked up, drool falling from the right corner of my lips.

A man leaned against a tree with a brown bushy beard and mustache, completely slicked back hair, dark brown eyes staring down at me, along with a yellow toothy grin. He was wearing a buttoned down blue Hawaiian shirt, with palm trees dancing in the wind; Navy blue trousers following black cowboy boots, his shirt buttoned down to reveal the sight of a large Buck tattoo. I didn't fail to notice the Bowie knife which was at his right hip, he must have favored his left hand over his right.

"I am impressed, Sheila, a nasty cut you got there and you made it this far." He nodded his head in approval, taking small strides towards me, slowly, he pushed his boot on the side of my hip where the stinging was most prominent and pushed me onto my back, I yelped and stared up at him with glossy blue eyes. "A pretty face you got there, how much do you think a pirate will pay to see it?" He crouched down beside me.

My face contorted and I collected the muck of blood at the slope of my throat spitting it out at him, it his face, causing him to wince. I was expecting him to kick me or at least do something of violence, but instead he reached a hand up to wipe the blood from his face, chuckling he licked his fingers clean of the substance causing me to look away with complete disgust.

"You taste good. I'm sure to get a fine price out of you... Oh, but your injured. I almost forgot. I will have to keep you until you are better." He grabbed my shoulders and despite the pain I struggled with what was left of my strength. His tight grip released on my now whitened shoulders from his grasp. "Little bitch." He made a fist and pulled his arm back, slamming it into my face, again I fell unconscious, no surprise... This island had made a huge impact on me, from the time I was young to now and it was still going, in both bad ways and good, I just had to decide which was which.