Living on the Island of Vaas (A Farcry Fanfiction)

Chapter 18: Toppled Over

When the lights fade out and we open our eyes,

Out there in the silence, I'll be gone.

Chapter 18: Toppled Over

After another long day of training with Vaas, Myra was slumping back to his shanty, sore and tired. Vaas left her at the shanty, saying he had some "business" to take care of. Myra was too tired to care, slipping into Vaas' shanty. Her legs felt heavy like bricks as she made her way to her room, slumping down on the mattress. She didn't even have time to close her eyes when she heard a heavy pair of boots enter the shanty. Myra shot up, alert all of a sudden. She got up, walking to the door and peaking through.

"Hey." It was just Carlos. This one came to the training today, helping Myra with her knife throwing. She smiled at him, relieved it hadn't been anyone else. 

"Hi," she replied, stepping out of her room. Carlos stood by the door, gun at his waist and a genuine smile on his face. 

"C'mon, you're coming with me," he said, motioning to the door. Myra frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and staying planted where she was.

"Where am I going with you, Carlos?" she mused, smirking when the man rolled his chocolate eyes. 

"You'll see when we get there," he chuckled. "Now let's fucking go!" Myra sighed dramatically, feeling the sore in her legs as she moved towards Carlos. They walked out of the shanty, Myra lagging behind a very excited Carlos. He directed her to the camp square, having to tug on her arm because she was just too slow. 

They arrived in the square, pirates milling around with guns, crates filled with drugs, or dragging dead bodies. Myra frowned, walking behind Carlos, who was making his way like a pride puppy across the square. "Guess who decided to show herself!" A roach voice stopped Myra. She turned around slowly, meeting up with Roy. He stood with his arms crossed, dark hair slicked back with gel. He gave her a toothy grin and spat on the ground, making Myra squint her eyes in disgust. "What you doing here, puta?" he mused, flashing Myra a pair of fair white teeth.  

"Roy, leave her alone," Carlos interrupted, stepping beside Myra. Roy rose his brow, un-crossing his arms. 

"Estás defendiendo esta puta?" Roy exclaimed, spitting on the ground again. 

"Esto no es de tu incumbencia," Carlos replied, the Spanish slipping off his tongue like honey. Myra was impressed that she could understand Carlos' sentence and half of Roy's. Apparently, Roy didn't like that Carlos was protecting Myra. With a shrug, Roy turned on his heals, not before flipping Myra the finger. Rage boiled up inside her as she lunged. 

"Oh, that motherfucker!" she yelled, just as Carlos put a hand on her chest to stop her and another around her waist. Anger raged inside her as Roy turned around with a mock grin on his face. 

"What you gonna do, huh?" he teased. "Come at me with your knife?" He fake pouted his lower lip and then let out a throaty laugh. Shaking his head, he said, "Worthless puta," and he drifted off towards a shanty. 

Myra struggled in Carlos' arms, feeling the throbbing of her sore legs getting worse. "Just let me have a moment with him!" she shouted to Carlos, who kept his strong arms around her, keeping her from running after Roy. 

"Myra, calm the fuck down, that's what he wants!" he shouted back just as Myra calmed down, dusting herself off.

"Motherfucker," she mumbled. Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose and scratched his neck. 

"C'mon, let's go, we're going on a hike," he announced. Myra's eyes grew wide as she stared at Carlos in disbelief. She had just spent all the morning in training and now they're going on fucking hike?