Living on the Island of Vaas (A Farcry Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Greetings from Hell

This takes place if Jason never came to Rook and two years before the game, meaning Vaas is 25. 

The world is on a diagonal. I am the balancing point. 

-Vaas Montenegro, Farcry 3

Chapter 1: Greetings from Hell

Myra was never like the others. She always had something dark inside her that her parents urged her to hide from the world. For example, when she was seven years old, she killed a rabbit just to cut it open and poke around its insides. Her parents found her in the yard, bloody and hyper, and took her to a psychologist. That didn't work, Myra stayed the same, with dark thoughts. Her mother and father urged her to hide it to sugar coat it with money, clothes, and make up. 

Even though Myra was a beautiful girl, with dark brown, wavy hair and light blue eyes, her way to hide the darkness was with make up. Her parents were rich. They lived in a mansion too big for them, and Myra went to a school with preppy uniforms and young teachers. Since the age of ten, Myra never let the darkness get out of her, she buried it with the rabbit.  

Myra was on a plane with her bestfriend (one that her mother presented to her so she could fit in and help burry the darkness) Ella and the boy who always found her attractive, Jake. Myra had taken the makeup off that morning, tired of its heaviness. 

She shifted in her first class seat, looking out the window, and listening to Back and Black by AC/DC that blasted through her earphones. That was the kind of music she liked, not the heavy metal crap, but the guitar and drums shit. She mentally sang along while observing the dark sky.

They were going to Bangkok. 

Myra had turned twenty about three days ago. Her parents, being the rich and outgoing kind, decided to celebrate and send her to Bangkok with her friends. Ella's parents, too rich to give a damn about where their daughter was, accepted and bought her a ticket. Jake's parents took longer to fold, buying the ticket only a week ago.

Sitting beside her was preppy little Ella Turner. Her blond hair was tied in a pony tail over her round head and she wore black nerd glasses over her light grey eyes. Her face was a bit chubby, with full cheeks and full lips. She had slumped into a heavy slumber hours ago, tired from the waiting in the airport. Jake, with his short dark hair, big brown eyes, and tanned skin, sat beside Ella, slowly fading into a heavy sleep. They still had four hours in the plane before getting to Bangkok. 

Myra's lids were closing by themselves, heavy and humid. She settled in her seat, taking her earphones out and shutting her eyes. She sighed before sleep tugged her into its' dark tunnel. 
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Myra woke up when someone was pushing at her shoulder. Her eyes opened at once to find Jake leaning over her, a smile plastered on his face. "We're here, let's go," he said, excitment obvious in his voice. Myra nodded and got up.

They waited forever at the airport, only getting out in the early hours of morning. Bangkok was already up and about, as Myra and her friends made their way to their hotel. When they arrived in their suite, tired even with the sun up, they all collasped in their beds, sleep beckoning.

After what seemed like hours of sleep, the group got up and decided they were going to party. Their hotel was on the beach near a renown club. A DJ called Doug was the main event at that club. Myra was never a fan of dancing and partying, but she was in Bangkok, she was twenty, and she had be free. 

They made their way down the incline and towards the booming music. Ella held onto Myra's arm. "This is going to be so fun!" she squealed much to Myra's discontent. They walked faster to the club, and upon entering, they waited by the door, listening to the music.