Exiting that horrible office room felt like being able to breath for the first time as Cobra took in a deep breath forcing aside any emotions she might have had as she looked around the dark and dank hallway she stood in. She'd forgotten so much, so many parts of her memory where a blank canvas to her now but she knew that deep down this was her life now, this was her name now as she breathed out and relaxed herself spotting the privateer from before that had escorted her up here. She took a long hard look at him and tried to remember his name but she still could not pick it as the man stood straight and watched her approach, a stoic look upon his face.
Hoyt Volker, the man running this Island, or Islands was going to make her work for him, a job offer? Heck the man himself tried his best to make it sound like an offer but she knew too well that if she had of said no it would just result in pain or being locked away again and she didn't want that, she wanted to see the sun, let her pale white skin feel its warmth, however what had her most nervous was what Hoyt wanted her to do now. Walking up to the privateer she looked up at him as he made a huff like sound, she still didn't understand him, why he was so nervous round her or why he tried to act tough.
"Walls have ears." He said cracking his neck. Something about the way he said those words made her recall how he had said them once before, but she couldn't remember why or what exactly, it was like reliving a dream almost.
Putting her hands on her hips she smiled. "North." She bluntly said watching him, studying his features as he looked down at her with shock.
"What do you mean North?" The man exclaimed a little uneasy as his face turned red, almost with anger.
Cobra only shook her head and cleared her throat "Hoyt wants me on the North Island, said there's a man there that can teach me stuff. Don't know what." She said shrugging it off as she walked down the steps hearing the man stumble after her.
"Hold up." He barked as he came to her side grabbing her by the wrists in a harsh manner, but she didn't stop. "You're kidding right? Buck?" This man seemed rather nervous more than before, irrational as he kept trying to slow her down by tugging on her arm. "Why? " Something about the way he spoke made her stop, his voice was filled with some kind of a plea, begging that this was a joke but she didn't understand.
Flicking her wrist out from his hold she snorted. "I don't know and I don't care, Hoyts orders. Plus didn't you say…" She paused turning to look away from him. "The walls have ears." Turning on her heels she left the man stunned with her words as she made her way out the front of the building.
Something about today felt different as she looked up at the sun, it felt so strange to feel its warmth, in fact the way she felt was like she had just been born as she out stretched her hands looking down at them and then up to the sun. Only faint memories remain in her head, everything she had been taught was now washed away in blood, mud and sweat down the dirty drain. From behind her she heard the man catch up to her, he seemed nervous as always before he pointed in the direction of a shed where a single jeep was. He never dared to say a word as they walked down the set of steps, the various Privateers around only snarled at Cobra's appearance, she was a woman wearing their uniform, she didn't understand why they were so insulted but she had the feeling it was because they felt that men where the top of the food chain here.
As she jumped into the passenger seat of the car and leaned back into the torn leather seating she wondered what new adventure would await her as she smiled, maybe today was her birthday and she was about to get lucky as she took in a long deep breath hearing the man get into the truck's driver seat fiddling with the key before finally turning the jeep on. It took him all of 60 seconds to drive off and down the road way out of the compound. There was nothing but fine pastures from the looks of things, open space, a few dogs here and there and a car that passed by with some awful looking twats in it, native's maybe? Towns people perhaps?
This Island's history and what had happened before was gone from her mind, it was like she was seeing this place for the first time as she looked up at the sun squinting feeling that strange sensation of blinding pain. "Bob." The man next to her said causing her to look over at him confused as she squinted while dots of vibrant colours lined his face, an affect from looking into the sun. "My name is Bob, since you can't remember it from before." He said in a stern bitter voice, his face had such a stoic look to it but he was angry, Cobra could see his jaw clench and the lack of eye contact made it even more evident.
With a soft sigh she turned back to face the road as they passed over a bridge. "Bob huh? We've meet before have we?" She said in a soft tone almost amused with his attitude.
"Yeah, when you first came here." He paused unsure if he should add on more, he was the person that forced her off that boat, he was the one that tossed her into the truck and sealed her fate, but he was also the one that saved her life, healed her wounds and took care of her when she needed it. Although it may have been orders from Hoyt, Bob still felt a sense of responsibility and handing her over to the likes of Buck just didn't seem right as his hands tightened on the wheel.
Scoffing at his words Cobra shook his head. "Oh well I guess things change huh? The names Cobra now, may as well enjoy things while they last." She said leaning against the window sill as she looked out towards the darkened sandy shore. A boat would be nearby, they would get in it and head to the North and something about that made the woman all the more intrigued.
However Bob didn't seem to agree as he jerked the wheel forcing the car off the side of the road and hit the brakes hard causing Cobra to almost fly out of her seat as she made a low growl like sound screwing up her face. This car didn't have seat belts so the only thing that saved her where her hands on the dashboard before she glared over at Bob.
"You think this is a game?" The man bore down at her, his eyes dark and filled with rage but something else. "You think that everything is going to be all ok because Hoyt said so? Well you are wrong! Buck will turn you into a Monster and so will Hoyt if you keep listening to him!" He barked his words with rage as he leaned forward towards her, but she now knew what was wrong with him.
"You're afraid" Cobra said bluntly looking into his eyes, she seemed so calm despite what he had said; In fact every word had gone right over her head. "You are afraid I'll get hurt and you will have to clean me up right? You said we met before so I take it something happened back then, the scares on my back you said Hoyt caused, was it that?" She questioned him as she cocked her head to the side trying to figure out what made him tick.
Bob took a moment to take in her words as he sat back in defeat and sighed putting his hands to his face. "Yes I'm afraid. You don't know Hoyt not like I do, you don't know these people and yet you sit here acting like you do, like as if nothing could get any worse but you are wrong. You think being locked away is bad? Then just wait till you get to one of Vaas' camps." He said in an oddly emotionless tone as he turned the engine back on and drove off skidding back onto the road.
For the remainder of the next passing 10 minutes they sat in silence, Cobra watched the world pass by not really caring much for what Bob had said, she was too new to everything here and she just wanted to know more. Hoyt was playing her, she knew that, she was a little pet project or something from the sounds of it but that didn't matter she was going to learn how to kill, how to help Hoyt and maybe Bob was just jealous as she drew in a long deep breath feeling the car slide up to a sandy shore. Bob got out slamming the door without saying a word as Cobra rolled her eyes and followed in a similar style. The way the man walked was with a stiff look, like as if he's knees didn't bend much and his arms like a soldier swinging up and down, Cobra merely mimicked him, matching her steps with his as she softly chuckled, but Bob never looked at her, he just focused on the small raft like looking boat as he got in.
There was turret on this one, but Cobra doubted she was allowed near it as she stepped onto the boat and felt the sensation of water move from under them, something about bobbing up and down against the ocean reminded her of a beautiful sight of an island, but she didn't know why as she tossed that thought aside and sat on the ground relaxing as Bob turned the boat on and drove off. However it felt awfully long, where were they going? The bright blue sky slowly began to change to a faint pinkie orange as Cobra sat up to look at the sun setting. It was beautiful but she didn't smile, she didn't show how she felt on the inside as she looked on before looking over to Bob.
"Why is this taking so long?" Cobra said with a dark look on her face, yet Bob never answered, he never looked at her as they moved further along the shore line of a tropical looking island. This must have been North but why was Bob going around? Was he playing some kind of a game?
Grumbling Cobra sat with her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around them as she rocked back and forth looking at the various things passing by them impatiently. They seemed to have passed a town of sorts, it looked interesting kind of like a slum but they had neon lights, one looked like a lady but Cobra didn't get much of a good look as they sped past. There seemed to be a few small little Isles out here, but the largest of them seemed to be the one Bob was making a bee line towards. There seemed to be the sounds of heavy beat music coming from the island which made Cobra look up at Bob a second time, confused and totally unsure of what he was up to but the cold look on his face seemed like nothing more than a little act. A Temper tantrum because he obviously wasn't getting what he wanted as he rolled the boat up to the shore and stood quietly avoiding eye contact.
"What's this? Have we arrived, where's this Buck fella?" So many questioned but Bob never answered any of them.
"Get out." He said coldly, Cobra only obliged, the man was a real bummer anyway as she got to her feet and stepped out of the boat letting her shoes hit against the water, just as soon as she did Bob sped off leaving Cobra confused.
Rubbing the back of her head she looked up at the darkening sky knowing night was going to be upon them as she sighed unsure of how to really feel about that but then she turned her attention to what was in front of her. It looked like a jungle, lush green trees and plant life and there wasn't a path to follow but the only thing she needed to follow was the sound of music as Cobra began to venture inward towards the Island. Why did Bob have to be such a rude bastard anyway? Sounded like this Buck had good taste in music as Cobra smiled coming out of the jungle spotting a few men standing around, they seemed to be wearing red shirts and looked rough, many of them having sunglasses on with bandanas covering their faces and they all seemed to be along the lines of Hispanic, African or Thai in ethnic appearance as Cobra waved her hand. A sniper up top in a small little tower spotted her first. "HOLY FUCK!" He yelled before pointing the sniper rifle at her. Cobra paused and looked around, the men seemed all focused on her at that very point, two dogs where nearby, savage looking things as they skulked towards her baring their teeth and growling.
"Who the fuck?" Another man called out. "Is she wearing a fucking soulja boy outfit?" Scoffed another, but they all had thick African sounding accents or Hispanic or something, they started to blur between lines as they called out to one another making a fuss and what the hell was a soulja boy outfit?
Cobra looked down at her shirt and then back up to the men completely confused. "I'm with Hoyt" She stated, but the men where to busy arguing over whom she is, where she came from. In fact they had raised their voices so loud it sounded like they were putting the music to shame as Cobra sighed wondering where the hell this Buck man was, but she couldn't just ask them while they were screaming and yelling at each other. She was pretty sure they had started to yell about who would take turns first but she had no idea what that even meant as she shook her head and face palmed rubbing her brow in frustration.
"AYE!" A voice boomed above all others causing the men to stand in silence and shock. Cobra looked up slowly as the main gates of what appeared to be a compound opened up, a man around a similar height as her own came out, he had a Mohawk on and had a drunk walk to him as he tossed an empty bottle at one man as it crashed upon impact. "The Fuck is going on?!" This man's voice had a strong Spanish accent but his tone was like a roar of sorts. Rough and husky like.
None of the men spoke up, in fact they all just pointed towards Cobra as she looked back and forth between them as if they were but mere children pinning the blame on her. The man with the Mohawk turned his attention towards Cobra, he looked dumb found at first but he seemed to be the leader here, maybe this guy was Buck? She piped up a bit trying to seem alert and agile as best as she could while smiling. That's what Hoyt told her to do, appear like you are the best in the god damn show.
"Who the fuck are you?" The man said raising a brow as he slowly began to walk towards her studying her, looking her up and down trying to work her out.
"Cobra and you must be Buck right?" She said in a softly sweetened tone, however the man only took a step back and looked at her with mad looking eyes before cracking up in a fit of laughter.
The men around him also began to laugh but the moment this mohawked man stopped they all did too, they were afraid of him so he must have been the boss for sure, so why was he laughing? Maybe it was her name as she took in a deep long breath trying to comprehend the situation.
"You think Moi is Buck?" He pointed to himself chuckling as he looked around before shaking his head. "Who the fuck told you that huh sweet heart? I mean you come here to my fucking party calling me that dumb fucking asshole. Fuck me!" He laughed but his words held a serious tone to them despite the oddly gleeful look in his face.
Cobra wanted to response but she was caught off guard, if this wasn't Buck then who the hell was he? It's not like Cobra felt like running either as she stood silent looking around at these men, they looked rough, they looked hungry too for fresh meat which made Cobra's jaw clench. "I'm going to kill that fucker." She muttered under her breath.
"Aye the fuck you say Bitch!" The mohawked man yelled as he stomped towards her coming right up to her face, their noses touched as Cobra felt herself tense up. This guy was pissed off, he was menacing up close despite the odd vibrant green in his eyes. His breath smelt of alcohol and the strong lingering scent of gun powder and tobacco rolled off him as if it was perfume. "I asked you a FUCKING QUESTION!" He yelled causing Cobra to almost jump.
Not only did her ear drums hurt like hell but she was trembling, she didn't know why, why she was afraid. It's like a part of her brain and body had been disconnected in a strange way as she cleared her throat. "Hoyt sent me." She managed to say as the man inched even closer in an uncomfortable way. "One of the privateers dropped me off here." She gulped down totally unsure now of what to say or do or how to even feel. Was this some kind of test?
The man took a step back and laughed shaking his head before turning around to address his men. "Hoyt sent her here." He laughed spinning around to look at her as he walked backwards with a few steps before he stopped. It was like he was seeing her for the first time. "Hoyt Fucking sent a Bitch for me? For Moi. How fucking nice of him." He was mocking her in a weird way as he laughed.
"Hoyt wanted me to-" He cut her off quickly as he stormed towards her grabbing her by the throat.
"You listen the fuck up, I don't give a fuck if Hoyt sent you here or not, you fucking came here on your own. Now I hate fucking liars but what I hate even fucking more is someone interrupting my fucking party so don't fucking play me bitch." He hissed his words in a soft tone, soft enough so that she could only hear him as he let go of her throat and tossed an arm around her shoulder.
Her brows raised as she looked up at him still unsure of who exactly he was and why the hell Bob had left her here in the first place. Maybe Buck was inside? Maybe this Hispanic man was like his henchman of something but none of those matched up as the mohawked man smiled looking down at her as if he'd just been given the best present of his life which made Cobra unsure. Sex wasn't on her mind, she was blood thirsty and she assumed Hoyt was going to train her or get this man named Buck to train her anyway.
"C'mon honey I'll show you around." The man cooed almost into her ear as he tugged her along. Cobra merely followed as she eyed off the men around them watching as they snarled and went back to whatever the hell they had been doing beforehand.
Entering this compound felt strange, graffiti lined the walls in a mural of blazing colours, a bon fire had been lit near the entrance while a few young woman with tan skin danced around in bathing suits, some men lounged around on old leather lounges worn out from the weather while other men danced with young beautiful women cooing to them. None of them in here seemed to look up at Cobra or the man that seemed to be escorting her around.
"You like what you see?" He whispers into her ear having noticed how she looked around. Although this made her slightly uncomfortable, she didn't know how to response as she looked up at him.
It took her a moment to watch his features change to something menacing again as he glared down at her baring his teeth almost as if she was some form of disgust to him. "Its quiet nice here, yes." She responded realizing her mistake of not answering him would cause him to become annoyed at her.
They continued to walk, walk past junk, men getting drunk, guys playing poker, more women dancing, sounds of sex and lust, a guy snorting stuff up, someone smoking pot, and another man yelling insane words. It was all just a blur to her, too much going on, her heart was pumping unsure of what was exactly going on until they stepped into a dark place, the sound of a door sliding behind her made her jump, the man seemed to let her go watching her as she looked around with wild eyes. They were in some kind of warehouse, the glow of neon lights only faintly lighting the place up but she could see various shipping crates lined around this area, there was another room off to the side where the lighting seemed to be coming from, up above another shipping crate that was hanging dangerously, who knows how long it had been there or how long it would remain there as Cobra gulped down, her eyes like a wild animals as she took a step back circling around and around until she stopped when a hand was pressed to her shoulder.
"Aye settle the fuck down!" The man seemed to demand bringing Cobra back to reality as he pointed an index finger at her face. "Lighten the fuck up, drop the fucking goodie too shoes got it!" he demanded as his features turned dark snarling at her.
This man was aggressive, dangerous and his mood seemed to swing back and forth in an unpredictable matter, but Cobra was starting to see a pattern, like if she didn't do good she got in trouble, like a bad child as she blinked mindlessly looking up at him. The man only shook his head and pinched his brow shutting his eyes tightly in frustration as he sighed. Cobra didn't understand, what was wrong with him? What was wrong with her? He seemed annoyed but as he opened his eyes and put his hands gently on her shoulder it was like he had changed again.
"Since you are my guest I should introduce myself no?" He smirked with a cocky look on his face as his eyes seemed to shine with something in them. "My name is Vaas, this, this whole entire fucking Island is mine, I rule this kingdom you got that? " He leaned in closer to her trying to appear intimidating while Cobra looked between one eye to the other trying to work him out.
"OK…" She muttered softly unsure of how she should respond. The name Vaas rang a bell but she couldn't recall it, maybe it was something that Bob had said or Hoyt, either way this wasn't the man she was meant to be trained by as she took a step back causing Vaas to growl in anger. "But Hoyt was sending me to Buck" Cobra stated.
This quickly earned her a slap across the face as Vaas back handed her. "What the fuck did I say!" He screamed at her. "I Rule this fucking kingdom, if I say you stay with me you fucking stay!" He didn't waste time as he grabbed her by the back of the neck with a handful of her hair.
Immediately she dropped to her knees, the pain in the back of her head did not hurt, nothing could compare to what she had been through already as she took in a deep breath closing her eyes. If he was going to lock her up treat her like a mutt then so be it, she would go quietly then. It had worked for Hoyt and she survived this long after all, however the silence killed her as she opened her eyes to look up at the man named Vaas. He stood shocked; surprised if you could say that with his mouth agape speechless as he still held her hair in his hand, but she didn't budge and to him that was different. He recognized right away that she'd been through something to make her act like this, the cold attitude, the curiosity and how she seemed to chirpy before, he knew it was all an act as he let her go and took a step back folding his arms over his chest trying not to give away his emotions.
"The fuck happened to you" Vaas muttered under his breath confused as he took in a deep long breath coming to terms with the woman before him.