Living on the Island of Vaas (A Farcry Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Down the Tunnel

Human beings in a mob.

What's a mob to a king?

 What's a king to a god?

 What's a god to a non-believer?

Chapter 3: Down the Tunnel

Ella woke up hours after Vaas had gone. She started to scream franctically, banging her head against the bamboo caging. Myra knew it was worthless. She knew why they were here and tied in a cage. Vaas had told them he wished they were expensive, which only means one thing. Human traficking. They were going to be held here for a ransom, probably from their parents, and then they would never see them again. That's how it worked. Myra wasn't stupid, far from it. 

She was formulating a plan in her head to escape. She wanted out of here, badly and soon. Had she only known, when she was out in the jungle, how she had escaped the first time and with what courage. Jake had told her she just bolted. If that's what it took to get her and her friends out of here, she would do it. She had to take them by surprise, become unpredictable. 

During the night, Myra figured there was a main 'village' out in the jungle, for she heard screaming, laughing, and loud music. The screams and yells weren't the thing that bothered her most. She almost had to hide the smile on her face. Jake and Ella though couldn't support it. They hid their faces and rolled around, trying to muffle the yelps for help. At some point, while Ella and Jake had slumbered off, Myra heard gunshots in the jungle. Then Vaas appeared in the trail, walking like a mad man.

He had blood all over him. Dirt mingled with the red tint on his skin and she realised for once the wide assortment of necklaces around his neck and two bracelets on his wrists. He carried a machete and a gun. His face was so contorted in anger that if he was a cartoon character, smoke would be fuming from his ears and nose. 

He made his way to their cage, his feet pounding the ground. His muscles in his arms were taunt and stuck out from all the anger boiling up inside him. The mad man crouched beside her and to her surprise, he passed the machete inside to free her hands. She looked back, automatically backing away from the pirate lord. He looked at her, obviously trying to hide his anger not to wake Jake and Ella up. He motioned with his head for her to move towards the cage opening. She did as she was told, fear knotting at her insides.

She got up on her feet, realizing the cuts in her pants. She had dozens on her calves and a huge cut in the tissue from her knee up to her hip. That was graceful. "Move," his strong but whispered voice ordered. Myra walked to the cage opening, shoulders squared and chin up. If she was going to die now and then, she would die brave. 

Vaas unlocked the cage and just as Myra passed him, he grabbed her upper arm and shoved her along. She stumbled forward, her legs too weak to follow his long strides. "Will you answer me if I ask where we're going?" she spat, her voice on the verge of rudeness. He tightened his grasp around her arm but kept his mouth shut. She rolled her eyes. Who was this guy? She had a dark thought, thinking maybe one day she'd get a chance to pick at his brains to figure out how his complexion was made up. 

They made their way towards the trail that Vaas had appeared on. Myra frowned. He was taking her to the main village? Or whatever was out there. He pushed her along roughly, making her trip several times. She fell once, and he kicked her in the hip, making her rush back to her feet. They walked in the jungle for a short period of time, emerging into what seemed like another hut village. 

More people milled around there, some around fires, others playing with guns in their hands. They all wore the same colors; red and black. Bigger huts and shanties littered the dirt ground, circling another wooden stage and cages. Myra widened her eyes at the sight of at leaste twenty bamboo cages. People sat in them, terrified, bloody and half dead. That is where they kept the others. That was probably where she heard the screams come from too, and the gun shots. 

Vaas pushed her along, holding her tighter since they were in the presence of so many guns and men. Vaas' men looked at her, scrolled their perverted eyes up and down her body, licking their lips. She knew she wasn't making it easy for herself, due to the dozen rips in her tank top and trousers. Surprisingly, her boots were in good shape and kept her feet comfortable. 

Finally, Vaas spoke."This is where I'll keep you," he spat, litteraly spitting on the floor while they made their way to an empty cage. "You're worth some money, hermana, not like your amigos back there," he stated, flicking his head back. Myra continued to walk, horror in her eyes. She swallowed hard, knowing what that meant. 

"Does this mean you're going to kill them?" she asked as he pushed her into the empty bamboo cage. He looked down at the lock as he clipped it, a deep frown on his face. 

"Not if their mama and their papa can pay the ransom," he answered. Myra thought that Vaas had understood she knew about what this island did. He looked at her then, his eyes almost... calm? Myra stared at him in fury. That man had like, moodswings! She almost laughed at that thought. How could he go from extrememly angry to sweet and calm? She shook the thought of sweetness from her head. No, this man was crazy, he couldn't do sweet. "Don't you worry, hermana, I think your mama and papa will pay. Tomorrow we'll be shooting a movie to send to them, so get your fucking beauty sleep, princesa." And to that he strolled off. 

Myra stared after him. She couldn't believe it. How insane was he? She knew with everyday passing that she didn't escape, she was putting herself deeper down the tunnel.

Myra sat down with a huff, and looked around to the other cages that sat beside hers. Two men and a woman sat in the one next to hers. They stared at her, eyes wide with fear. The woman was young, maybe in her early thirties, and she wore a worn out cashmere sweater. Her dirty, blond hair sat tangled all over her head and you could see the cuts and bruises on her arms from previous torture. The woman swallowed hard, obviously mustering all the courage she had left to scoot over closer to Myra. Myra frowned at her. "Hi," she croaked out. 

Myra knew she shouldn't make friends here, because soon they would be killed or shipped off to whomever bought them. She shouldn't get attached because Vaas could use that against her. "Hello," Myra replied. 

"What's your name?" the woman asked. Myra frowned again, shuffling around to get in a more comfortable position. 

"Myra," she answered. "You?"

"Mylene," the woman coughed, a bloody cough. She looked at her hands and sighed. "Why were you in Bangkok?" she asked.

"My friends and I were celebrating my birthday," Myra stated, yawning and realizing she hadn't slept for almost two nights. She had to sleep if she wanted energy to flee.

"How old are you?" Mylene asked, worry in her voice.

"Twenty," Myra answered, looking at her through the web of bamboo. Mylene's eyebrows rose up in sadness.

"So young," she whispered. Myra looked at the woman with utter confusion in her eyes.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

"They're going to use your friends against you to make you cooperate, torture them in front of your eyes, like they did to my husband," she explained, her eyes darting to a man approaching their cage. "They killed him in the end," she whispered. Myra looked up at the pirate who stood with a tray full of small, wooden bowls.

"Time to eat," he growled. He slipped a bowl of what seemed like rice, in Myra's cage, and did the same to every other cage. Myra stared at it, her mouth watering and her stomach gurgling. She picked at the rice with her fingers before bringing some to her mouth. For jungle food, it wasn't so bad. It was stale, but it was food. She wondered if Ella and Jake had gotten food also.

Myra ate in silence and slow motion. She didn't speak to Mylene anymore, more concentrated on her escape plan. As Mylene rattled on and on about her husband, Myra had another dark thought. To kill this woman, end her and Myra's suffering.

To bury this thought, Myra lay on the ground and curled into herself, wrapping her arms around her legs. She squeezed her eyes shut, falling into the temptation of sleep just as the first lights of day shone through the horizon.