v i o l e n c e ; ♛

are we going to ignore the cannibalism and human trafficking because if so your PRIORITIES ARE FUCKED UP JASON

shut the fuck up perhaps?

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It is more than disappointing. it is infuriating. he wouldn’t feel so strongly against citra if she wasn’t the one responsible for his fall    but she is the reason he lost his wings in the first place. he killed for her, and his punishment was to get them burned off. he knew exactly how that woman was, but this lovestruck white boy trying to become the best hunter on this fucking island couldn’t see past her smile and those fake warm eyes of hers. vaas didn’t care for jason one bit    the absolute contrary, actually. he wanted jason to die, and he regrets not killing him the moment he had the chance to. it was fun chasing him around    the look on jason’s face whenever he ran across vaas was absolutely priceless. like a scared bunny    but the bunny was getting more and more daring with every kill it made. he was turning into a problem, into an actual threat, and it was all citra’s doing. she was trying to turn him into a warrior, and vaas finds himself both seething and laughing to himself at that. she was trusting an outsider with the future of this island. was she desperate, or just stupid?
                       ❛ jason, jason, jason! amigo! no puedo creer esto!
you are really turning into the top shit, aren’t you?
taking down a whole bunch of my men all by
yourself, huh? ❜
vaas looks around, taking in the sight of the dozen pirates laying on the ground. they were all bloody and he knows they put up a fight. he slides his knife over his palm and fingertips, staring jason down with the utmost calmness. he carries himself with the vibe of somebody greeting an old friend, but they are not friends. they are not anything close to friends. he’s fully aware that jason loathes him with every ounce of his being. after all, vaas is the reason his brothers and friends are dead. he holds no regret for that, of course. he’s killed more than a hundred people from this island and out of it    why would five or six gringos make a difference for him?
❛ you know, i really do not fucking like the way you
are going around killing all my men. it’s turning
into a real fucking problem! you are just miles deep
in my sister’s pussy, aren’t you? you are fucking
blinded, hermano! she’s going to drag you straight
to hell    just how she dragged me down here. ❜

He hated him. With every fucking fiber of his being, Jason Brody despised Vaas Montenegro, for what he’d done. To Jason, to his friends, to his family. And yet, he found himself laughing at the pirate lord, sneering, teeth bared at the fucking demon in front of him. She, Citra, may have been Vaas’ own sister, but Jason believed she was better than him. More pure, truly a fucking angel. Unlike this… abomination, this heaven-rejected piece of shit. Why would he ever want to willingly listen to this mad-man’s ravings? In fact, Vaas was spewing more and more garbage lies out of his maw by the second, trying to fill Jason’s head with shit that wasn’t true. Citra wouldn’t lie to him. She wouldn’t. Citra wouldn’t manipulate him. She wouldn’t. There was a reason Jason was brought onto this damn island; he knew it so. He was meant for this, made to bring down Vaas, to proudly carry his dismembered head to the warrior goddess; It was his fucking destiny.

The state of Vaas’ men amused Jason more than he felt he could express. Bruised, bloody and broken, lying on the dirt like dolls a spoiled toddler got bored of and simply chucked away to rot. They didn’t matter; they were just faces in the crowd, nameless devils working under one psychopath, all of them pawns, and he smiled at that. Big and wide. And, then, he made a stupid fucking decision in the heat of this moment. The tension between the two of them, the hatred that he could feel emanating from both himself and the other driving him to do it, do it, do it; he spat on him. A true show of disrespect no matter what culture you came from, spitting on another is plain fucking rude and the utmost expression of contempt, and Jason wasn’t smiling anymore, wasn’t laughing. He stared the other square in the eyes. He wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. He felt nothing. He wanted Vaas dead.

‘ Listen, you piece of fucking shit. It’s not my fault your men
keep running into my knife, alright? They’re stupid. You’re
not a good leader. I hope this isn’t how you fight. ’

Pissing the other off was inevitable, now. He’d already done it, anyways. Jason
supposed that even living or breathing within a 100 kilometre radius was enough
to infuriate the volatile emotions of the fallen angel. But the warrior cared not, he
only wanted for this to be over, for him to live happy on this fucking island where
he belonged, where he was embraced and praised as the warrior king he was.

‘ She dragged you down here? Well, no. She’d told me that
you ran off yourself. Citra said that you abandoned her and
your fucking tribe or whatever, and I believe her over you. ’