A/n: Heyo guys, so sorry for how dead this fanfic got. Thanks for the recent review it reminded me of the fact I had not uploaded the sixth chapter so here it is and I hope to get the next one up some time later this week :P
Insanity, its the one thing repeated almost on a daily basis, doing the exact same thing over and over again while day and night weeded into one together, passing into weeks. God knows how long she had been here as Cobra sat on a small concrete step and sighed rubbing the back of her neck feeling a faint pinch in her muscles.
Vaas had been keeping her close, close enough that she spent most of her nights laying by his side, the unfamiliar sensation was too much, she'd never slept alongside someone not in...Well to be honest Cobra couldn't recall the last time she laid next to someone, felt body heat come from another. It was like a forbidden fruit almost and one she wasn't sure she wanted to try or continue with.
Yet what amazed her the most was Vaas' own willpower to not actually touch her in any sexual manner. What was it with him? The man had so much mystery about him and yet all the time when Cobra would wake he'd order her around, he was deliberately keeping her away from him and she was understanding now more than ever why Hoyt forced her to be like this. Emotions, they can be your biggest downfall, and judging by the way Vaas always held her of a night and seemed to snuggle up to her, it told her a lot.
A rough bandaged hand came into her sight of vision as the woman looked up with dark baggy eyes to see the said grinning, and cocky as ever, Vaas Montenegro holding out a mango. Gingerly she took it and bit into it with her bare teeth not really paying much attention to the others vulgar stares, the way he looked at her was...well sexual you may as well say. Vaas' eyes always looked her up and down, trailing the curve of her body, from her hips to her ass. Though his eyes always lingered the most on her chest.
Again Cobra found herself thankful for the manners that Hoyt had forced upon her, she honestly didn't care anymore, she'd gotten use to how the Privateers leered at her, treated her like utter shit, watched her as she walked by especially from behind only to wolf whistle. Nothing had changed, just like Vaas and his damn bloody insanity joke.
"Now Amiga I want you to remember this carefully" Vaas began as he stood up tall, chest puffed out, cocky grin on his face with a slight wiggle of the brow. Here he goes again as Cobra mentally remarked trying hard not to roll her eyes.
"Insanity is doing the exact same fucking thing over and over again…" Vaas began to ramble, his story was the same, someone told him the definition of insanity, he kills them, then he understands them. It's always the same thing, Cobra figured out that the only thing that changed about this story was how Vaas would tell it. Sometimes he would ask people if he had told them about what the definition is, or if they knew it, but in the end it was always the same thing.
"So don't aid the captives, don't aid the rebels, shot, kill and go to sleep?" Cobra interrupts with a morbid tone about her self. Tossing the now useless skin of the mango behind her, she stood up and stretched her arms over her head, earning her a glare from Vaas.
"Did I say for you to stand the fuck up?" Vaas always spoke with a threatening tone giving her that wide eye glare of his that spoke of nothing but the form of insanity.
"No sir" Cobra half muttered putting her hands on her hips looking at Vaas waiting for him to give her an order. She didn't like the pirates much, they were too foolish, they didn't shoot as good as the privateers, they always seemed hung over and too busy with drugs and fucking and well….killing. Why Hoyt had decided to choose Vaas as their leader baffled her to this very point, he could barely keep himself in check with the amount of drugs he shoved down his damn throat.
"Come with me chica" Vaas had a change of heart, he spoke softer almost playful as he spun on his heels and gestured for her to follow him. His pace was a little faster than her's but she didn't mind being behind him a few steps, after all it was dangerous to get close to him.
For whatever reason it was, Vaas had made her walk along with him outside the little fortress of his, or as Cobra had started to mentally name it as his Party Island. It was his home, his little isle from the main route of the Island, where he slept, drunk and fucked away his life. Which made her question why he was leading her out the large steel gates, away from the loud booming music and past his patrolling guards. Heck Cobra was beginning to question if he knew where he was even going as he began to walk into the thicket of the small lush forest around the island. Away from everyone else.
"You see this?" Out stretching his arm Vaas gestured to the view of the main land before them. "This is my fucking island. Do you know why?" Vaas turned his attention back to Cobra, the expression on his face was genuine, he was asking her a damn question for once which made her a little cautious.
"Because you made it yours?" Cobra replied raising a brow hoping not to anger the pirate Lord anymore then she already had like the past previous days. Although to her surprise Vaas chuckled turning his head back towards the view of the Island. Obviously she had guessed the wrong answer but what little did it matter to Vaas?
"No no Chica. I own this fucking Island because I can, because I was fucking born to rule it." Something about the way Vaas spoke was odd, he spoke with pride but also a touch of anger. Cobra side stepped shifting her weight from one foot to the other expecting him to lash out.
For a moment or two the Pirate Lord remained silent, like as if he was truly enjoying the view of the white sandy shores that stretched out across his view, or perhaps the way the lovely sea blue waves moved. Heck for all Cobra could guess he was probably watching a shark fin somewhere debating on who he should use for bait. The man had a sick and twisted sense of humor, she would give him that.
"But you Amiga where not born to rule, not born to live on my fucking island." Vaas then turned his attention to her so that now his back faced the main island view he had just been reminiscing about. "No you were made to kill, and hunt ya? Of course of course, it's what Hoyt wanted right?" Vaas questioned but Cobra knew it wasn't a question. Here he goes again, another explosive moment as Cobra drew in a deep breath, she recognized the signs now, this mad look in his face, the playful laughter that escaped his lips, the smirk even. It was all a sign he was about to explode.
"You see the one thing I don't fucking get is why you huh? You know the first fucking day you walked onto my damn Island I thought 'Here is a bitch I can give to my men' but no no no." Vaas turned around again his back facing her as he stretched his arms out and shook his head. "No Hoyt said no, I mean I didn't even fucking know you would be right here on my damn fucking island, you were not meant to be here. You are not meant to be here AT ALL!" There it was, the boom in his voice as he spun on his heels, a snarl on his face.
Cobra didn't back up she always stood her ground, Hoyt forced her too, if she backed up he would hurt her even more, he'd broken her in just a few days, weeks heck was it months even? Cobra didn't want to think about it so instead she focused on the mad burning green eyes that seemed to get closer. Shit Vaas was advancing on her and he didn't look all that happy. One hand gripped around her throat as he gave a sadistic like chuckle all the while Cobra remained emotionless even if she felt her hands tremble slightly she clenched them.
"Do you think I enjoy this huh? Looking at you, sleeping next to you huh?" He spat in her face, grip around her neck ever so slightly becoming tighter. "You tell me Chica, just what the fuck made those marks on your back huh?" The question seemed surreal, his grip seemed to loosen as he got right up close to her face.
"Who the fuck tore up your pretty back hmm?" That hand of his around her throat moved up the side of her face, cupping her cheek. Shit Cobra swore she saw the look of pity perhaps even a sense of empathy in his eyes. She had to draw a line as she took a step back and shook her head.
"You and I both know the answer to that question. For there is only one person that would hurt me...that would allow me to be hurt. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go off and actually do some work." Cobra maintained her emotionless, morbid appearanced, but her tone seemed a little more human, more emotion in them as she defended herself.
It was a risk to turn your back to a crazed man like Vaas, but Cobra did so willingly as she turned around and made her way back towards the camp area. She had no time for pity, no time for a heart to heart moment even if she longed for it, even if she was so curious that it was bursting at the seams. No she would not allow herself to feel such things, dare not to ask such questions. This was not her place and as Vaas had said, she was not meant to be here.
As for the remainder of the day things had gone along as usual. Pirates lingered back and forth, most of them seemed to be switching their shifts around as some of the pirates would return to patrol at a nearby camp on the main Island while others would come from the Main Island to be Vaas' so called Body guards. It was easy to tell who had come from the mainland, most of them seemed to look at Cobra like drooling dogs looking at a nice tender juicy piece of steak. Although on the off hand Cobra did catch wind of some of their stories. She liked hearing about how the Rakyat, or tribal rebels seemed to fight back. There was so much mystery about them, something Cobra had to forced back behind closed bars.
This was no place to daydream or think about studying, even if it was to help it didn't seem to benefit Hoyt and therefore Cobra knew not to look into things. As for herself Cobra often helped the Cook, he was the only one that didn't seem to change patrols because according to him Vaas enjoyed his cooking. If it wasn't dumping dead bodies into the sea or being scolded by Vaas, Cobra was most often found chatting with the Cook. The man wasn't the best of shape, he had a limp in his walk and after questioning him about it, The Cook only responded with bone chilling words.
Vaas had taken the hispanic man and his family as captives, so when the Cook tried to run Vaas toyed with him, beat him like a dog and then cut his tendon in his ankle and told him to save his wife before shooting her without any sense of mercy. Apart of Cobra took pity in The Cook, he said he'd cast aside his real name and just taken up the one that everyone calls him. In fact he only got his current position because he used to be a former chef and the fact he was hispanic and seemed to fit in with Vaas' little band of scum.
Besides that the Cook was useless at anything else, he couldn't walk much, couldn't run so his fate had been sealed a long time ago. At least he was the only one that seemed to treat Cobra with a sense of respect, heck he even got the rare chance of seeing Cobra smile or chuckle from time to time, but not once did he leer at her nor question her in any way or form.
It was nice, odd but nice as Cobra relaxed back. The afternoon was starting to set when she'd finished peeling a shit ton of potatoes, leaving the rest of the cooking to the Cook to deal with. This gave Cobra the off chance of getting a glimpse of the beauty that she rarely got to see. It seemed Vaas had left off to go to the mainland, something about prisoner trouble. This meant Cobra didn't have to worry about a pair of green eyes watching her every move as she walked outside of the camp and towards the shoreline where she could see the main island, it's green forest beauty but most of all the setting sun.
Tonight the sky was shifting with a pink, almost red hue in the sky with the clouds almost seeming to glow like fire up above. It brought a smirk to her face as she sat down in the sand taking in a deep breath of the salty air around her. God she missed this, but at the same time she realized just how much of herself she was missing. With a heavy hearted sigh Cobra mentally debated on what she was really doing here. Vaas had made no mention of Hoyt and doubted that he ever would bring the other up because Vaas was just that type of guy to become a little too overprotective of his so called 'possessions'.
However it was the pure fact that Cobra felt like she was missing more than just a few simple hours of freedom, stolen from Hoyt. Rather she felt more like everything had been stolen from her. Her life was more than just on the line but rather in the hands of a sadistic, king Pin. Again another heavy sigh escaped her lips and when Cobra had come back too it she realized that the sky had darkened greatly, the stars were now out as was the moon, music was loudly booming followed with the sound of men hollering and hooting.
Another night of the so called pirate life. Rolling her eyes Cobra didn't want to be stuck around them, it was annoying enough as it was having them leer at her or wolf whistle. Tonight with them being nothing more then high as the sky and drunk as skunks the chances of her being sexually harassed was a little too high for her liking. However it did tell her that Vaas had done something good, something that made him feel the need to kick back and relax a bit, allow his pirates the chance to party. Not every single night was as big as this one, but quite often it felt slightly similar. The only thing that made this night different was the loud, screaming moans coming from prostitutes.
Yet again something Vaas and his men seemed to favour at their big parties was bringing in a heap of whores. Usually former natives or so she had been told at one point. Laying on her back Cobra decided to look up at the night sky and ponder what was out there. Soon the sounds of loud thumping music seemed like a mere blur to her as did the sound of approaching foot steps. It wasn't until Vaas had dropped laying next to her did she come back to reality. Tilting her head slightly to the side she noted the large red circle of a lit smoke protruding from his lips. Typical, smoking away with a pot of weed as always.
"Why are you not at the Party chica?" Vaas questioned, his voice sounded strained almost. Best guess he'd been yelling for most of the day and was probably exhausted. Maybe that was why he seemed more human like than a psychopath, or maybe she had just became too comfortable with his unpredictable nature.
"Its nice out here. Quiet. I don't have to deal with my ass being slapped by drunk guys about to vomit up their guts" Coldly Cobra spoke before returning her gaze back towards the stars. How long had she missed this chance? It felt like the first time actually to stare up at them, ponder about the existence of other life out there. The usual human thoughts, its what she was missing. Though Vaas' chuckle broke her train of thought as Cobra forced her attention back on the Pirate lord whom seemed to have those piercing eyes focused right back at her.
"Such a wise ass" Vaas taunted playfully poking his tongue out at her while the joint he had been smoking seemed to have been flicked behind him. "You know what you need is a couple of drinks ya? Then you'll feel much better" It was a joke of course, coming from Vaas. The man was too controlling and if he wanted her stupid enough to fuck he probably would have slipped something into her food by this point. He'd made it clear the first few days that he didn't like women drinking, hated how it tasted on their lips and the fact it just didn't seem real enough for him. Was he really that insane he hated the easiness of it? Of course it made sense Vaas was always looking for challenges so women that were super drunk probably didn't interest him.
In Fact it seemed more and more like Vaas was aching for some form of companionship, someone to actually care about him rather than just how many dollar bills sluts could get out of him. Cobra had to find this amusing about him. A Man that claimed to not want any form of attachment and yet he too was human, just like her he had a bag of curiosity bursting at the seams. Cobra doubted anyone would ever come close to loving him, he was too much of a brute, ruthless and psychotic. Not to mention how unpredictable he could be with his temper. No woman could love him and even if they did they had something wrong with them. Heck love couldn't tame anyones nature, and Vaas was far from such things, the man was too cold and cut off for anything like that even if he yearned it Cobra knew he wasn't stupid enough to just drop his guard.
"Aye you did not answer me" Vaas spoke up, his voice seemed a little louder now as his brows furrowed looking at Cobra. He'd suddenly seemed to be sitting up braced by his elbow and looking down at her, his fingers fiddling with a small strand of rope that had probably washed up on the shore line.
"Huh?" Cobra lazily said raising her brows, she had just ignored Vaas? What on earth was wrong with her?
"I asked you if you wanted me to get you something to eat?" Vaas repeated himself, his voice was a little sterner this time but it was almost in a lazy manner.
"No I'm good thanks, I took a few bites from The Cooks stew earlier." Cobra replied turning her gaze back to the stars again. Why was it that beauty was so out of her reach?
"You know what Chica you stay right there I'll be back" Vaas interrupted her train of thought...again. He got up in a hurry Cobra couldn't help but watch him jog off. The Idiot had sand all over his butt.
Scoffing aloud, Cobra returned her gaze once more towards the stars, this time folding her arms over her chest as she sighed heavily just taking in the moment, the sound of the waves coming in, the odd bat flying overhead or the random sound of a bird in the tree tops cooing out. Didn't take long for the nut job to come back, crash landing in the sand with a loud chuckle. Vaas seemed overjoyed as he laid extremely close to her. Too close for Cobra's liking, sure she may have slept next to Vaas in his bed, but outside of his little room seemed...it seemed off to her.
"Yo Hermana feast your eyes on this" Vaas said and automatically Cobra assumed it had to be someone's body part, eyes maybe, but when she looked she couldn't help but laugh. Instantly cover her mouth and forcing herself to shut down as she looked away.
"What is it? You don't like oreos?" Vaas questioned, he seemed happy for a split second to hear her laugh. "Come on I know you like sugary things no?" Vaas probed at her with the box of delightful cookies. Cobra couldn't say no, but she hated it when she was...when she was something other than what Hoyt wanted her to be.
"Yeah sure." Cobra finally replied, but again her voice was morbid, emotionless and it pissed Vaas off. So much that when she reached out he pulled the box away.
"No no no you don't get to do that to me Chica." Vaas protested tapping her on the nose. It was one of his typical childish warnings. "You see I am not like Hoyt, so you cut this fucking shit out ok? No more this uh…" Vaas waved his hands around her trying to come up with the words. "Like a corpse ok? From now on you speak your mind because I know there's a pissed off fucking Perra deep down inside of you and I'd love to fucking tame you" Vaas whispered in his playful tone.
This wasn't just a simple ice breaker for her, Cobra knew he had a point but fuck why did he have to make it seem so...well sexual? Rolling her eyes she sighed. What choice did she really have anyway? Vaas would have only dragged it out if not killed her on the spot if he got too angry with her.
"Ok fine I promise." Cobra half huffed which oddly enough seemed to bring a smirk to the pirate lords lips.
"You pinky fucking promise?" Taunting at her even more so Vaas looked at her with those wide insane eyes as he poked a tongue out.
"Yeah yeah I pinky promise now just gimme em" Cobra said as she reached out for the box like a child would.
Though it seemed Vaas had other ideas in his head, tugging the box away just a little further out of her reach until Cobra was literally on top of his chest still struggling to reach.
"Vaas!" Cobra grumbled out, still unaware of why the pirate was laughing his ass off. "Hey if you don't give em to me I'll make you get up and get me a glass of milk as well" She playfully threatened pouting as she looked down at the hysterical Pirate Lord. So much for being a deranged psychopathy king of the island bullshit he always gives.
"Ok ok" Amused with himself Vaas said but had this goofy grin on his face which only begged one question.
"What?" Cobra huffed with a raised brow.
"Well for me to get up and get the milk Chica you gotta get off of me no?" His playful voice and facial features seemed odd, amusing but odd. Until of course reality set in.
Sitting up straight and pushing away from Vaas, Cobra looked down at him. They had been chest to chest and he still had longer arms than her? Not to mention the...god what if he got off on that? Cobra didn't wish to think about it as she put her hands out in demand for the box. Vaas gave them to her only chuckling as he braced himself up with his elbows.
The rest of the night was an odd one, surreal for sure as Cobra had never once spent the night looking up at the clear sky with the moon shining down and the stars glimmering away. Despite the party Vaas didn't seem to leave her side. They talked, and it took a lot for Cobra to eventually come around but they talked a lot more than what they usually would. Vaas learned what Hoyt had done to her, he knew all the details prior to her arrival but still hearing her say it told him he had her trust a little more. Though trust was the furthest thing from Vaas mind.
He intended to manipulate her, out smart her, but to do so he needed her to come back to life before she truly turns to a cold heart statue.