Living on the Island of Vaas (A Farcry Fanfiction)

Chapter 27: Cook Me an Escape

Your time isn't up until the ringer sounds. 

Chapter 27: Cook Me an Escape

Damn the heat and the humidity for not letting Myra sleep properly. Shit, this was her last night ever and she couldn't even sleep! Not until the early lights of day, when the weather cooled off just a tiny bit, the girl felt herself drift off. Even after Vaas had fallen asleep humming to her, she couldn't get the sticky feeling of the weather off her skin. So, she watched him sleep, murmur some Spanish obsceneties and she would respond. Maybe she was going crazy, but who wouldn't after being told you'd die the next day. 

When the horizon became light grey and the weather lost the sticky hot, humidity, Myra closed her eyes.  She felt as if she was swimming in a moment of peace. Swimming in cool waters, so blue and delicious. The feeling reminded her of what it felt like to be in Vaas' arms, swimming. Oh, the feelings he evoked in her, she could never explain how he did it. He just knew how, and used his knowledge to his own advantage. As she swam, the brunette dove her head in the lake of peace, drowning all the sounds of jungle wild life with her. Under the blue, it was quiet and clear. Hovering in mid waters, the girl felt the soft texture of the water ease her pains on her body. 

Suddenly, it felt like she was receiving drops on her forehead. How could that be when she's under water? The droplets continued to dot her cheeks and eyes, until the young woman reached up to wipe them away. Frowining at the hand in front of her, Myra looked up at the surface. She saw small drops of water hitting the surface, and then falling down like rocks to come and hit her forehead. How odd. Then, she heard it. A voice. "Myra," it was so vague and low that the girl could barely make out what it had said. Twisting around under the blue in search for the voice, Myra hit something. Something hard and fleshy-like. A fucking human arm!

With a horrifying scream that ripped her throat apart, the girl scrambled away from the lonely limb. There was another sound behind her until she felt hands clamp down on her shoulders and she woke up to someone whispering her name.

Through the dark sheet of remaining darkness, Myra stared right into a pair of somber eyes. She realized, as she continued to stare, that Vaas was gone from under her and she lay on the ground. A sheet of sweat glistened on her skin, illuminating in the dim light of day. She tried to keep her body from scrambling away from the intruder, but she couldn't help but think he was here to kill her. "Myra!" she knew that voice! Carlos? No, it was someone else. Then, she took half a second to take in the dark features of the man. Short dark hair, somber eyes and broad shoulders. The still darkness wasn't illuminating all of his face, so the girl could not place him. 

"Who are you?" she whispered, propping up on one elbow. 

"Brave, it's me," he reponded. Timo! The girl could not contain her excitement as she burst to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. She squeezed his body against hers until he whimpered. 

"Timo!" she squealed, still not being able to believe he was here. "You're here! You're fucking here!" he patted her back three times, soothing her. Myra was so happy, bursting with joy she hadn't felt in a little while. Hugging Timo made all of the other things vanish in a blink, including her up-coming death. 

"Brave, please," he whimpered as the girl continued to squeeze him in her arms. A huge smile broke her face and she chuckled. He took her biceps in his hands, trying his best to pry them off of him. "Brave, you have to listen to me, it's important," he urged. The girl nodded, feeling a bit embarassed for her outbreak of joy. She looked around until she found what was missing. Vaas!

"Where's Vaas?" she blurted out, turning to face the dark silhouette of Timo. 

"He's fine-" he started.