Living on the Island of Vaas (A Farcry Fanfiction)

Chapter 16: Dance

And I believed when you told that lie. 
I played solider, you played king, 
And struck me down when I kissed that ring. 

Chapter 16: Dance 

Vaas had sent Timo to go get Myra. As the pirate lord waited, he started to itch. Since the itch became unbearable, Vaas made his men line up three hostages. Two men and a woman stood before him now, hands tied to a post behind their backs and tears spilling out their eyes. They had been previously beaten, but Vaas needed more. Kill. Heat spread through all his limbs. He wanted to feel the hot blood. Crimson on the tip of his tongue. He wanted, needed to kill. It was all that was on his mind, to take away the last sliver of hope from them. 

As he paced before them on the wooden stage, waving his gun, they stood pertrified. He loved that, when they were scared. What he loved the most was when they begged for their lives. They were stupid pigs anyway, wasted his food and time. He wondered how his diosa would react upon seeing him like this, drunk on the idea killing. He wanted to see her icy blue eyes, feel the numb tips of her fingers on his skin. He wanted her to kill with him. 

 "You hermanos, and hermana, are a really fucking waste of my time," he declared, twisting around with a smirk on his lips. He walked in front of them, looking over to the party preparations. "So we're going to play a game," he continued, chuckling to himself. The woman struggled against her bonds, whimpering and spilling some more tears. He enjoyed the fear that crossed her face at that moment when she caught him looking at her. "You're going to tell me what you did wrong, and I will measure the punishment for you, ok? Sounds fucking nice, no, hm?" he mused, resuming his pacing.

He pointed a finger at the man in the middle. The man was skinny with grey hair and pale eyes. Vaas watched the fear strike his face and smiled. "Tell me what you did," he ordered. The man couldn't speak through the fear, and he kept his eyes on Vaas, wide and scared. Vaas' anger boiled at the uncooperative captive. He leaned in close, putting his gun under the mans chin. "Tell me, or I will blow your personality out the back of your head," he said in a terrifying calm tone. The man's lip quivered as well as his whole body.

"I cheated on-on my wife with her s-sister," he stuttered with a fear torn voice. Vaas smiled, satisfied. 

"You dog," he replied, leaning back and feeling the excitement fill his veins. Heat in his veins, the image of striking blue eyes upturned in a sneer. Cold lips pressed against his. 

He pointed the gun at the man's forehead and shot. His body slumped, brains and blood spluttering out the back of his head. The woman screamed out, twisting and struggling in her ropes, her hair flying around her face.

"You're fucking insane!" she yelled, thrashing in her spot. Her voice was raw, sending a chill of pleasure up Vaas' spine. He looked at her, anger boiling again. She wasn't doing it right. Vaas didn't want her to scream, he wanted to enjoy his kill, but that bitch ruined his moment. 

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, approaching the woman and aiming the gun at her face. "Shut the fuck up or I will kill you!" His eyes bugling, his skin alight with fire. "Then I will track you down in fucking hell, and kill you again!" he bellowed, but the woman continued to scream obseneties at his face, making Vaas angrier. He clicked the bullet of his gun in place, put the barrel against her thigh, and shot. 

Hot blood splattered onto Vaas' arms. She yelped, her voice squeezing. Vaas smiled as her screams ended and she slumped down, tiered but still breathing. "Now," he said, twisting around to the remaining man. He was black, sweat shining on his flesh. As he heard the woman whimper in silence, he chuckled. "Have I ever told you the definition of insanity?" he asked. He looked at the man expectantly, rising his eyebrows, seeking an answer.