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Lost In This Mind of Mine: FarCry 3	By : Whatadream24 Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 2639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lost In This Mind of Mine: FarCry 3
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The air was warm, and the feeling, the wonderful sensation was beyond amazing; he lay there, half dazed in the cool grass, slowly inhaling the aromatic scents of the jungle. He almost smiled for a minute, but his mind began to slowly recognize what was currently happening around him and to him. His head throbbed like hell while the rest of his body ached in demanding pain; all of his senses must've kicked in just like that as soon as his eyes snapped open because everything was happening all too fast.
He swallowed, hoisted himself up on to his elbows, but with clouded vision, he could only see distorted figures before him.
His pulse was pounding, thumping uncontrollably and the sound of it was loud in his ears; pirates had enclosed him in to a tight little semi-circle, hands reaching out to touch him and terrifying laughter distorting his mind.
Fuck!
"You shouldn't run away, pretty boy, didn't you already figure out that this island is a dangerous place?" an unrecognized hispanic intonated tone found Jason's ears and his emerald eyes had finally fixated on to that one man before him, while the rest of his mind blocked out all the others. The pirate pulled away the blood spattered olive colored bandana from his face along with the sunglasses, and moved in forward, hovering above the Brody boy. Jason attempted to escape before it was too late to even move, but the man above him had him pinned to the jungle floor within seconds.
The others around him began to howl and burst in to a cheering fit, watching the young man face painful degradation. Jason was quick the kicker and the squirmer, but the pirate against him only acknowledged him with smiles and filthy words.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Jason cursed and hurled a wad of warm spit at his face; the surrounding pirates continued to chat, but their voices turned to little whispers and that's when it hit him like a ton of fucking bricks!
The man before him got him right in the nose with sharp knuckles and the pain was furious; he felt blood slowly leak out from his nose and his vision went back to being fucked up again, but only for a little while.
"Watch your mouth, little fucker!" the pirate glared at Jason, his brown eyes scanning every inch of his face before wrapping two hands around his neck, squeezing so tightly, Jason was gasping before too long. The American was attempting to speak while fingers clawed at his dark hands, but it was no use, not a damn thing he did was working;
Suddenly, out from who knows where, the pirate against him lets go of his neck, sits up and stands to his feet, looking at something behind him; the other pirates had done the same thing.
Jason withered on the ground, coughing like a chain-smoker, and he lay there, still, feeling the pain in his nose subside and the blood at his sun-chapped lips had been wiped away with one swipe of his tongue; "What the fuck is he doing all the way out here?" that strong, untamed hispanic voice cried aloud and Jason shivered at the sound of it, he knew clearly who it was behind that wicked voice; no one else on this island had a voice quite like that one.
He just lay there though, his back aching, muscles stiff and his skin tingling and hot from the sun's harmful rays; what else was he even supposed to do? That lunatic was right over there, he couldn't get up and just run, that would be suicide.
The pirate spoke up; "White boy wouldn't do what I wanted him to do," the voice was so nonchalant, unafraid when he acknowledged the man in red.
Jason could feel it coming, it was fucking coming!
Vaas filled the emptiness with loud laughter before cocking his weapon; Jason tried so hard to see what was going on, he had to squint for his neck wouldn't do what it was supposed to do. His fingers dug in to the ground, pulled at the grass and Vaas's voice filled his mind.
"You should really fuckin' know when to keep your hands to your own things, man!" with that said, he fired the gun, and the pirate dropped dead to the ground, his head wound gruesome.
The other pirates just hung about, some looking back at Vaas, some at Jason;
The air grew quiet, dead silent, Jason swallowed and shifted where he lay. Footsteps shuffled forward in the grass and he got to his grass stained elbows. Vaas stood there before him, pointing a gun his way with a fiendish facial appearance. The pirates stared with grins, and Jason noticed each one of them had their own sheath, hanging by their hips. If he even dared to make a run for it, they'd have him down in a split second; they were the hunters here.
"Should I kill you Jason, what do you think?" Vaas simply asked, crouching down so that he could make perfect eye contact with the Brody boy, while he tapped the body of his gun on his own thigh.
Jason stared then let his eyes travel across his face towards the other pirates beside him. Jason was definitely confused at that question, afraid but confused as shit; he had no damn idea how he had even gotten here in the first place, all he could recall was the sour taste of booze he was given and then he woke up here, in pain.
"I can't hear you Jason, fuckin' speak UP!" Vaas demanded and became closer, pointing the gun right at his skull.
Jason shifted again in discomfort and furrowed his brows; "I think you're fucking nuts!" he acknowledged in irritation and anger. His body went cold almost immediately after he realised what he had just said; he didn't know much about this 'Vaas' but with what he recalls Dennis informing, he wasn't a kind man, he was insane, unpredictable and just plain filthy. He wasn't in anyway normal;
Brody watched just how quickly those words of his hit Vaas; the older man's face went limp and he lowered the gun. As frightening as it was to have the gun at his head, he was almost a bit more frightened as he pulled it away; shit just isn't the same here.
Jason parted his lips to take in a deep breath of the hot air around him, and he watched Vaas stand tall again, smiling;
"You know what, Snow White, you are the one who's fuckin' nuts, man, you mess with me, you fuckin' mess with ME, that hermano is fuckin' nuts!" Vaas screamed, spit and curses flying every which way. Jason looked away from him, eyes subtly scanning the environment for a quick escape.
Vaas kicked Jason in the side and grabbed his full attention. "Fuckin' look at me when I am talkin'!" he howled, noses just inches away from touching, as Vaas took a fistful of Jason's hair and yanked at it.
Brody whimpered silently and shut his eyes; Vaas licked his chapped lips and grabbed at his face, pinching his cheeks together with his entire hand. Everytime he laid a hand on him, it was never soft, it was always rough and fucking painful no matter what he was grabbing at. "Look at me Hermano, open your fuckin' eyes and look at me!" this time, he ordered in a much more softer tone, bending himself at the knees to stay close to Jason.
He did what he was told and opened his eyes. Their contact was painful and rather powerful; they examined each other's face and after about a minute or so, Vaas executed a damaging back hand across Jason's face, causing him to fall to his back with a bruise.
"I'm going to ask again, Jason, should I kill you now, or should I wait, hm?" Vaas repeated, bending himself over to look him in the eyes.
Jason swallowed and took in a sharp breath. "Shoot me if you think I did something so terrible, fucking shoot me, I don't care!" Jason spat, getting in the Pirate's face; he didn't really know the consequences for doing such a thing, so he did it anyway, and he wanted to see just how easily he can make Vaas crack; he wanted to find his friends and get the hell off this fucked up place, that's all he cared about.
The other pirates talked amongst each other, and Vaas just stood there, back erect, and his gun still in his sweaty palm.
"You motherfucker!" Vaas hissed and pistol whipped him good, knocking the boy back down. Blood was shed this time and it had smeared across the weapon. Vaas was breathing heavy now, and looking down at Jason, all he could do was smile and laugh at his pathetic little self.
"You get drunk off your fuckin' ass, then you tease my men, I think there is a BIG fuckin' problem there, Jason!" Vaas spit, reaching out to grab him by the collar of his wet shirt, pulling him nose to nose with him. Jason tried so hard to remember anything, but he had no clue, no memories of that ever happening, and how the hell would he have been anywhere near Vaas and his fuckers? All this shit was so damn confusing.
"I don't remember anything Vaas," Jason replied, his voice only loud enough for him to hear, as he hung in Vaas's grip.
The heat was getting to them; Jason saw it on Vaas's natural tinted skin, speckled with sweat beads. Vaas just snickered and pushed him in to the ground with a boot. He held Jason there on the island floor with his boot pressed heavily in to his upper torso, grinning like a fucking victorious bastard.
"I just don't know what to do with you, Jason, you have already been on my island for 2 months and you are still being a little fucker, don't my men scare you enough, don't I scare you enought, hermano?" he pointed at himself, hard in the chest, and wiped a loose drop of sweat from his brow. Jason lay in silence, using his hands to try and pry his boot off him. Vaas pressed down even harder until he felt something inside Jason move; he let out a little sound of pain and Vaas smiled.
"Do I scare you Jason, huh, do I fuckin' scare you!" Vaas's insane temper was beginning to rile Jason up and not in a good way, it was disturbing and rather frightening to witness, especially being the victim.
Jason lay there limp as a dead man underneath Vaas's boot, staring up at him, expressionless. "You're fucking insane, but you don't scare me," Jason answered with a slight hint of a smile on his lips and Vaas gave a good twist of his boot across his chest, pushing down in the process and finally he had gotten a cry out of the young man; music to his ears.
"Stand the fuck up!" Vaas ordered, pulling his gun on him again, and Jason was on his feet again; he wobbled a little, legs still a little weak and stiff, but Vaas helped him by shoving him forward, and the pistol was still there, at the back of his skull.
The pirates led the way while Vaas stayed in back, keeping his eyes on Jason.
It was a silent walk back to one of Vaas's hide-outs, and many of the filthy pirates had their eyes on Jason like paint on a wall in their return.
Drinking and smoking was going on, women were being messed around with, violence, degradation, all that dumb shit that these freaks thought was 'cool'; how can they live the way they do, not giving a shit about how they ruin people's lives? How can they even wake up in the morning, knowing how fucking creepy they all are, but not thinking anything of it?
The three pirates that had been with Vaas, went their own way, while Vaas led Jason in to a more secluded area in the camp;
"Are you getting scared, hermano?" Vaas asked as simply as he ever has, walking right in-step him with his gun still visible to Jason. The atmosphere was almost unbearable and the temperature was becoming visible on Jason's clothes and skin.
Jason's eyes were forward, and the silence was irritating Vaas, but the pirate seemed to let it go this time as they finally stopped.
Jason looked at the little shack, the door cracked halfway; Vaas put a hand on the middle of Jason's back and urged him forward, but he wasn't moving. "I'm not going in there," Jason admitted, using the treads of his shoes to stop him from moving. Vaas snickered and went behind the Brody boy to give him a little 'encouragement'.
Jason went completely still and the barrel of the gun was cold on the middle of his back, Vaas's palm hot across his abdomen. "You will do as I say Jason, or I will kill you right where you stand and feed your fuckin' body to the animals, do you want that Jason, huh?" his heavy accent was glued to the inside of Jason's mind, and he felt random shivers coat his body.
Vaas pressed his nose in to the nook of Jason's neck and suddenly pulled back and shoved him forward.
Jason met his eyes from over his shoulder, and the gun was pointed at him again; "Move hermano!"
Jason looked back at the shack before him and suddenly, memories he thought he never even had came rushing back. He felt weak, felt shamed, so he dropped to his knees and held his head tight. He was furious and frightened, he'd been here before, hell, he lived here before, he was living in shackles in Vaas's run down fucking shack.
Vaas stepped up behind Jason, and let one hand wander in to his hair. Jason was expecting something not quite like what he did;
Vaas was silent as he twirled hairs around his fingers, and soon after a minute of playing, he grabbed so much hair and forced him up in one hard pull. Jason clenched his jaw tightly at the pain and hissed, using the back of his hand to hopefully get Vaas in the face, but when he swung his arm, the pirate took a hold of it, and shoved Jason in to the dirt ground. He still had a hold of his arm and began to twist it in a different direction, with one boot on his back.
"Fuck!" he cursed in to the dirt, turning his head to the side; pirates began to show up one by one to take watch in this amusing entertainment. Vaas smiled at the boy beneath his boot and he spat beside his face.
"You haven't been good in a long time, hermano, and my boys seem to like what they see, maybe I should give them the pleasure they want, huh?" Vaas's words were like poison to Jason's ears; he felt wickedly sick to his stomach, and so many scenarios overcame his mind like a wildfire.
"Fuck you, Vaas!" Jason spat; those couldv'e been the worst words anyone could ever say to such a person. Vaas didn't enjoy hearing those words one little bit;
The older man snickered and let his arm go, and took his boot from his back. "Fuck me, Jason, fuck me?" Vaas repeated himself, lips curved in to a violent grin. Jason was still on the ground, dirt coating his sweat-soaked t-shirt and skin. He could taste his own blood and it was disgusting.
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'Fear makes us feel our humanity'
Benjamin Disraeli
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