The most powerful weapon on Earth is the human soul on fire.
Chapter 23: Let it eat you up Alive
After Myra's encounter with Citra, Vaas had her on a tight schedual. Before the first lights of day, Carlos would come get the brunnette for training. He made her run with him at his side for about twenty minutes, to Vaas's demands. She hated running, made her feel like she was going to explode due to the lack of air in her lungs. Next, Carlos teached her some hand to hand combat, which was much more pleasing then with Vaas. She learned his tricks, sneaky and stealth. Myra became familiar when it came to shooting and knife throwing. It was as easy as folding clothes, not like she ever did that, but still. Although Carlos tried to make it harder for the young woman, she was just too good. The girl had a gift for shooting and knife throwing.
Then, when the sun was high up in the sky and lunch called, Vaas took her under his wing. He brought the girl around other camps, putting a camera in her hands and asking her to film his captives. At first, she screwed it up big time. However, when Vaas made the 'rejects' dit down in huts, Myra had easier access to their faces and emotions. She tried to capture every flinch, cry and plea for help. Vaas had been very precise in only filming the captives and so rarely filming him. He made it easy for the rookie camerawoman, placing himself behind the captives, or simply going off the camera frame. The pirate lord inflicted such cruel torture to his captives. Myra had to block the thoughts of joining him to be able to continue her filming work. Vaas burned their chests, scalped them or sometimes, when he felt real bad, cut their members off. He loved to cut extremeties off, like fingers, ears, toes, tips of noses and obviously, dicks. Not that he loved to see dicks, he loved to take the masculinity away from a man, make him nothing. He proved his status of I'm-the-only-man-on-this-islan by doing so.
Next, when the sun was beginning it's descent in the sky, Vaas would bring Myra back to the main camp and hand her over to Timo for the evening. He never told her where he was going, but he made it obvious that he didn't want the girl to be alone. Timo made Myra cook mostly rice, beef and stew. She burned herself countless times over the fire, never complaining, which was how she delt with it. Her skin would simply turn red and burn, not a big fuss. However, Timo would apply some grody looking green substance to her burns after the supper was cooked. He wrapped her arms in gauze over the green 'healing' medicine he concocted, and told her to change the gauze every day. She enjoyed sitting alone with Bella at Timo's, listening to the laughter of the pirates, who ate out by the fire, and eat her stew and rice. They never let her have the beef, they always ate it all to make sure she never had some. To keep her out of his paws, Vaas sent her to the pond every two nights, which was great for the young woman.
This charade went on for a week, until Vaas started to cut her some loose again. Although she enjoyed the little routine, Myra wanted to do something else. Something more like... Vaas.
Myra was panting, her legs were killing her and her cheeks felt like they would burst with fire. "Keep going," Carlos panted beside her, encouraging her to finish her twenty minute run. She hated running, so much. Oh no, she despised it. Every step furthur in the trail was agonizing. All the brunette wanted was to rest, empty a pond of water and sleep. Although, she was getting better. She ran longer, her legs ached a little less and her breath kept steady more often. Carlos hadn't noticed yet, but the girl did. She was getting stronger.
"Mind telling me why the fuck Vaas is making me run?" she asked. This thing Vaas was making her do was stupid. She could now probably outrun half of his men, no doubt. Or, maybe he knew she had no intention on leaving... or staying. Carlos chuckled, dipping his head and catching his breath.
"Guess he wants you to be able to fight his sister next time she comes to see you," he panted, coughing when his breathing stopped. Myra felt like her lungs were going to explode as she tried to picture Vaas making her do all this to... protect her?
"Pff, I think he's doing this to keep me busy, you know?" she started, voice breaking with the lack of air. "He's preparing somthing and he doesn't want me in his paws," she finished, passing a hand in her tied hair to get some loose strands out of the way.
"You could be right," he answered. "And you could be wrong."
"Oh, come on," she scoffed. "When I was young, I used to be right all the time, man."
"Yeah, when you killed that dog right?" he joked. However, Myra didn't find that funny one bit. She stopped, her arms going limp at her side, as she stared at Carlos. How in the world did he know that? Carlos rolled his eyes and sighed, turning to the young woman. "You really expected Vaas to keep that as a secret?" he asked.
"No," she mumbled. As she dropped her eyes, frown knitting her eyebrows, Myra thought about ways to get revenge for Vaas spilling the dog episode. There was none. He hadn't revealed that much of himself, which wasn't surprising, and he never explained the scars that were carved on his body. Maybe if Myra could just get a tiny anecdot of him, she could spill it out and get her delicious revenge.
"Hey, everybody's killed something in their lives at one point," he said, smiling as the girl bent over to catch her breath. With a frown still on her face, the girl nodded.
"What did you kill?" she asked. "A cow or something?" she snickered, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. Carlos chuckled, arching his back and stretching.
"Nah, my first kill was a small goldfish," he answered, chuckling. "My ma wanted the fish out of the house since she was getting a new tabby cat, so I had two options; flush the fish down the toilet or kill it. I chose a much more humble way of ending the life of my precious goldfish. I layed it on a small rock outside in my backyard, prayed for it to go to fishie heaven and dropped a rock on it!" all this was said with a villain voice, much like Megamind's. Myra couldn't keep the laughs form escaping her mouth. Carlos either, doubling over with laughter as did the brunette.
"Did you watch Megamind or something?" Myra said between chuckles and sighing. Carlos chuckled, passing a hand in his deshevled hair.
"Yeah," he answered. "Vaas has it in his shanty, used to watch it a lot with him. He kind of admires the blue and bald badass, rock loving villain."
"Vaas has Megamind in his shanty?" Myra asked, rising her eyebrows and letting her mouth hang slightly open. Carlos nodded, smiling at the girl.
"Surprising, huh?" he mused.
"Then now I know where he gets all his villain come-back lines and funny sayings," Myra replied, smiling back to the pirate. Carlos shrugged, pouting his lower lip.
"He's watched many villain movies to get those funny sayings," he said quietly, sighing. Myra nodded, knowing he probably invented some himself as well. This guy had just no limits. "Let's go, we finish this run and I'm going to bring you back to Timo's. No training today," this was great for Myra who just wanted to sit down. She lifted her arms and looked at he three gauzes wrapped around her forearms and bicep. The burns had started to heal, but the girl was getting new ones every day.
"Alright," Myra said, running behind Carlos as they made their way back to camp.
As the two emerged from the brush, panting and sweaty (which didn't look too good from the pirates' point of view), Carlos high fived Myra. They chuckled a bit before Myra made her way to Timo's place. She didn't mind having to walk alone to his kitchen, the pirates didn't mind her so much anymore. They didn't accept her, no they could never do that, but they didn't mind her.
Timo was playing The Forgotten One by Times of Grace on his small radio when Myra walked in, sweaty and tired. The slow melody of the song floated up to the ears of the brunette as she took a seat beside Timo, who was chopping some carrots. "You're here early, Brave," he said, not bothering with greeting.
"Carlos thought it would be nice to skip the training," Myra shrugged, reaching over, grabbing a diced carrot and popping it in her mouth. She chuckled when Timo shot her a death glare, scraping his big butcher knife on the wooden plank.
"You can start with the stew like usual," he ordered, pointing his knife to the emtpy stew bowl. "But, let me see those burns before," he dropped the knife as Myra got up and lifted her arm. He caught in his hand, smoothly taking the gauze off. The first burn was almost gone, however the one millimeters away was still bloody red. With a nod, Timo replaced the gauze.
"Where did you learn to make that gooey green stuff anyway?" Myra asked, eyeing Timo's hand as it undid the gauze on her left bicep.
"My ex-wife was a nurse, some sort of biological one with the green herbs and all," he answered, eyes narrowed as he tapped the skin where the biggest burn was. A small amount of strange pain shooted up Myra's arm and she flinched. "This one is going to take some time, Brave. Where is Bella anyway?" Myra smiled, happy to know someone noticed her missing compagnion.
"I left her in Vaas's shanty," Myra answered, wincing when Timo pulled the skin near a pretty gory burn. "I don't like when she wonders around alone."
"You sound like a mother talking about her daughter," Timo mused. The music playing from his small radio stopped, a guitar ending it.
"Well, maybe it's like that, I don't know," Myra replied, shrugging. Bella was kind of her daughter and the brunette really cared about her little tiger. Although the thing was fun to be around, it was a load full. Thank God it wasn't a human, or else Myra would of probably killed it. "Do you have any kids?" she asked. Timo slowed his movements, his hand slowly drifting off her arm as she pinched his lips together.
"Yes, I have a daughter," he answered, voice soft and low.
"What's her name?" Myra asked, looking at the man who seemed to avoid her gaze. There was something about asking the question that invoked a sadness in the cook.
"Haleigh," he whispered, turning around and showing his back to the girl. Myra frowned, letting her arm flop back at her side. Myra didn't feel bad about sadening the man, she didn't even know what she did. However, it was intrigueing to watch a tough man like Timo turn his back with sadened eyes. It was almost shocking.
"How old is she?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking around awkwardly. Timo sighed, lifting his head up and squaring his shoulders.
"Seventeen today," he answered. Myra's mouth turned into a small O.
"Oh, well tell her happy birthday from me," she said, fake chuckling. Timo shook his head.
"I haven't seen her in seven years, so I don't think she'd answer the phone if I'd call," was his answer. It shocked Myra to know an adolescent wasn't comforted by this man. He was so gentle and kind when he came to know you. How could his own daughter not like him?
"Timo I'm sorry," Myra blurted out, placing her small and burnt hand on his shoulder. He shook it off, turning to her.
"It's OK, Brave, not your fault," he replied, plastering an oh so fake smile on his face. "You make me think of her sometimes, you know," he chuckled, as Myra frowned. Who would want to compare their own daughter to her?
"Why?" Myra asked, cocking her head to the side.
"She's brave and kind of careless like you," he answered, chuckling again. With a rose brow, Myra turned her back to him now, picking at the dried fruits laying on the small counter.
"Why haven't you seen her in seven years?" she asked, plopping a dried fruit in her mouth and immediately spitting it out since it tasted like shit.
"My wife, Tiffany, found out I was a drug dealer back in America. With my Hispanic background, she wasn't surprised," he started, peaking the girl's interest. "Haleigh was ten at the time, my little girl, you know? When Tiff found out, she took my little girl away. Five months later, I was in court, fighting for the custody of my little girl. But, Tiffany had already jam packed her head with horrifying things about me and Haleigh believed them. Who wouldn't, coming from your mother? Tiffany won the full custody of Haleigh and I wasn't even aloud to see her. Thank God Tiff hand't told the authorities I was drug dealing, or else I'd be in jail. However, she did something much worse. Took the only good thing in my life away from me. Since that day, I traveled the world trying to find some place where I could find peace of mind. Guess this isn't the best place, but I don't get bothered and I don't have to worry about laws," after his explanation, Timo turned, grabbed a knife and continued his carrot chopping.
It was a sickening story, giving shivers to Myra. That Tiffany woman looked like a real bitch. Myra felt like if she ever met the witch, she'd squeeze her black heart until it popped in her hands. As the brunette stared at the cook, the door swung open in a giant fracas. Both turned, not expecting the person who stood in the door way.
Roy leaned against the frame, broad shoulders slumped and arms crossed over his chest. His slick, dark hair was pulled back with enormours amounts of gel. The sweat on his forehead dribbled down over his dark eyes onto his chest. He wore a green muscle shirt, dirty with mud and blood. When he smiled at Myra, she saw the fairly white teeth in his mouth. "Hello," he chuckled, his greasy voice filling the room.
Myra frowned deeply, dropping her head a bit to throw the man a vicious look. Roy laughed, throwing his head back. "I thought all the tension would be gone since Vaas fucked you," he mentioned, pointing a finger at Myra and pushing himself off the frame. Myra's eyes widened a bit, wondering where he got his information. Oh, if Vaas was spreading around that they slept together, Myra was going to rip this man to pieces. "What?" Roy said, looking at her with a devilish grin on his face. "Oh, he didn't tell jack shit. But, with all the fucking flowers and daisies being exchanged between you two, I thought there was something up. When I realized his tension had dropped enormously, I knew it had something to do with you. Guess it was an awesome fuck," he laughed again, bathing the mind of the brunette with ideas of filling his mouth with dirt and letting him choke on it until he died.
"Don't be so jealous, Roy," Myra growled, a smirk tugging her lips. She heard Timo chuckle behind her, giving the young woman some gas to continue. "Can't get any girls, hm?" she giggled devilishly, watching Roy wipe his thumb on his nose, clearly mad.
"I can get which ever one I want," he growled back, eyes darkening as he leaned in. He was a couple of steps away from Myra, but the girl could see the killer glint in his eyes.
"Get out Roy, before you regret even having set foot in here," Timo ordered, voice booming over the small tension that was buiding up between the man and the woman. Roy chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning away.
"Watch your back, puta," he spat, squinting his eyes with a dark, demonic light to them.
"Why are you even here?" Timo spoke before Myra could spit back something at the intruder.
"Oh, I thought I'd pay our little lady a visit, no, hm?" he chuckled, turning his vicious gaze on Timo over Myra's shoulder. His eyes burned with a killing fire, as Myra watched his jaw muscle twitch with rage. He obviously wasn't very fond of having Myra walk the camp gradually and whenever without his boss having any trouble with it. He was jealous that Vaas let a woman get in the camp. Jealous that the attention was derived from him. What a dick, Myra thought, biting the inside of her cheeks.
"Get out, Roy," Timo said between clenched teeth. Apparently, Timo wasn't very happy with Roy either. Roy clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, turning his burning gaze down to the brunette.
"You feel so tough with your little fucking protector here," he hissed, leaning in to emphasize his anger. "But wait 'till you're alone and we'll see how tough you are then," and with that he turned abruptly and stomped out the door, not bothering with closing it.
Timo decided to make Myra work harder than any other day. What she concluded was that he was angry about Roy entering his kitchen to throw a bitching session to the brunette. He didn't speak, except grumble orders for Myra to complete. The little radio that sat on a almost broken down chair in the corner of the kitchen, blasted out known and unknown songs to the girl. Sometimes, she would sing along, totally off key. Her body would even sway side to side to the beat of some R&B songs, that she hated, but she had to admit the beat was good. She was getting pretty energized with her little dancing, singing and head bobbing, when Timo told her that if she didn't stop, he'd rip her throat open. It didn't seem much like the man to say such a thing, but he was mad. At Roy and at Myra.
Over the course of the afternoon, Myra succeeded in burning her hands and forearms again, burn the tips of her hair and irritate her throat with singing. The burns became so unbareable that she had to stop cooking and sit down. "Hey Tim!" she said over the loud music coming form the radio. Timo sighed, lying the butcher knife on the counter and turning.
"What?" he almosted yelled over the loud music. When he realized it was stupid to scream over music, he reached out and turned the volume off.
"Can you cut hair?" the brunette asked, slumping down on a stool near him. Her hair had been getting in the way every single day. It had become so long, almost reaching her waist and the young lady liked to keep them short, which she had failed in doing the past years due to fitting in. Every time the girl leaned in, her hair would frame her face and blind her peripheral vision, which she needed since she was in a camp filled with men who liked to blind side you every fucking time. They were burnt at the tips anyway, and they always got in her eyes.
"I can try," Timo replied, eyes squinting at the brunette. "Why, you need a hair cut?" Myra rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders in a sarcastic manner.
"Yeah, this crazy mane is getting on my nerves," she replied, taking a handful of the said mane in her hand and stretching it out so she could see it. The hairs were rough and damaged, probably dead. "Can you cut it, let's say, up to here?" she asked, putting her hand right abover her breasts. Timo nodded, pinching his lips.
"I can try," he repeated, leaving to the back room. "I'll need to wash your hair too!" he yelled from behind the wooden door. Myra smiled, happy to have a hair washing since it has been two days she hasn't been to the pond.
Timo came back with a bucket filled with water, scissors that were not meant to cut hair and a crate. He threw the crate before his feet and pointed to it. "Sit here, Brave," he ordered, putting the bucket behind the brunette's back as she sat down as told. Timo passed his large hands in the girls hair, his fingers sticking in the knots. Sighing, he tipped her head back so her hair could fall in the water filled bucket. "Your hair got long," he commented. Myra shrugged.
"Well, didn't have a lot of time lately to take care of them, you know?" she said, half sarcastic and half truthful. Timo chuckled, dripping water onto her head and smoothing the hair out.
"Is it true what Roy said?" he blurted out, tipping her head again so he could pour more water onto her hair. Myra frowned, looking up and seeing that Timo was busy watering her hair.
"About what?" Myra asked tentivally.
"About you and Vaas?" a frown knitted his thick black eyebrows as he pinched his lips. The young lady looked away, biting the inside of her cheeks.
"Um, why?" she slowly said, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. Timo was like a... father to her and every time her biological father had tentivally asked about her sex life, Myra felt so shy and prude. She would either leave with a heavy sigh or say something like:"Dad! Stop asking that!" and rush off. When she had her first boyfriend, it was her dad who gave her the "stay protected and be ready" speech. Not ehr mother, since her mother was scared of her and never said more that half a sentence to her own daughter.
"Just be careful with that man, Brave," he replied quietly, tugging her head back as he combed his fingers in her thick mane. Myra nodded once, keeping her eyes averted from the man and biting the inside of her lower lip. Damn, Timo! Way to make a woman feel at ease!
Timo cut her hair like she had asked, just above her breasts. They fell, lushious and curled, over her shoulders. Even though they were shorter, they were still thick and numerous, which gave the volume effect every women wanted expect for Myra. If the brunette hadn't liked her hair so much, she might have asked Timo to shave it right off. However, when Timo held the broken mirror before her, she couldn't help but smile at his good work. The burnt tips were gone and curled naturally, flowing over the girls shoulders and framing her now tanned face.
The tan! Oh man! The last time she saw herself, her skin had tanned. However, now it was even more. She remembered the first day she arrived on the island, her skin was milky white, and now it was almost like every other man here. Myra, even with living in California and all, was never the type to lay down on a beach and let the sun cook her skin brown. She barely went out the house, liked to stay inside with the cool breeze of the air conditioner. It was rare that the girl went to the beach, even when it was about a five minute walk from her house.
After the hair cut, it was easier for the young woman to cook without getting her hair in the way. She probably thanked Timo numerous times for the glorious favour he did her, which was to rid her of the annoying amount of hair. She finished the stew and had to serve the waiting line of hungry pirates. Each of them frowned when they saw the new look she had aquired. None of them commented, execpt for the ovbious. "Hair cut?" Carlos winked, leaning on the frame as Myra crossed her arms.
"What's your order, Carlos?" she asked, wiping her head so her hair could now be behind her shoulders.
"Who cut them? Timo?" he chuckled, pointing to the stew and rice bowls on the counter. Myra rolled her eyes, backing up to grab the order.
"Yep, did a good job, didn't I?" Timo hollered from the back room, a chuckling emitting from there as well. Carlos laughed, reaching out to the bowls Myra was giving him.
"It's really nice on you, chica," he complimented, bowing a tad bit and smirking.
"Wipe that smirk off your face," Myra growled, frowning at the man who had just complimented her.
"Oh, accept it as a compliment!" he laughed, just as a smile was beginning to form on the girl's face. Myra nodded, giving the last pirate his order of stew.
"Ok, Carlos, go eat now," Myra chuckled, closing the door after Timo and Carlos passed through with their bowls of stew and rice.
After the boys left, Myra continued to smile, shaking her head. Boys, boys, boys, she thought, flopping down on a stool and grabbing a bowl of stew. She poked around it with her fork, separating the beef from the carrots and the rest. At that moment, the door slammed open and a little squeaking sound got the girl's attention. "Bella!" the girl cheered, turning to watch her little tiger run up to her. She bent down to scratch the thing's ear, picking it up and craddling it in her arms. "I missed you, you little ball of fur!"
"Hair cut?" Myra whiped her head up, meeting up with the one and only, Vaas.
"Uh, yeah," Myra answered tentivally, letting the thrashing tiger fall to the floor. Bella jumped on the counter, hitting her head against her master's arm. Vaas looked at Myra, eyes lingering on her new hair cut.
"It's nice," he said, pouting his lower lip and shrugging. As the brunette watched him with round eyes, the pirate lord made his way around the counter, pulled up a stool and sat down, putting his chin in his hands. He turned his gaze on the young woman in front of him and smiled. "No camera duties today," he mentioned. Myra nodded, a bit happy not to have to be bent down, back aching and filming really stupid people being tortured. It wasn't the blood and gore that deranged her, it was the uncomfortable posistions she had to take to capt their faces sometimes.
"Great," she mumbled, sticking her fork in the stew and taking a bite. She let the food slide down her throat before she looked up at Vaas. He was staring at her, head cocked to the side and eyes squinted. "What?" she demanded, a bit rudely.
"That hair cut is really, really nice on you," he said, reaching out and taking a strand of her hair in his hand. Myra watched him, eyerbrows raised and mouth slightly ajar.
"You should of told me, Vaas," she started, feeling the giggles rise up. "I could of kept the hair and give it to you if you wanted them so much," Vaas huffed, leaning back as the woman chuckled, taking another bite of her stew.
"No thank you," he replied, passing a hand over his shaven skull. "I like my hair short," Myra giggled, shaking her head and putting the fork into her mouth again. She let the stew fill her stomach before getting up and putting the bowl in the pile of dirty dishes.
"I'll need to bring you to Badtown again," he said, as the girl turned and leaned on the counter, watching the pirate lord scratch the back of his neck. "I'm hosting another little fucking party soon, it's been nearly two weeks since the last one," with a chuckled, he turned to Myra.
It was at that moment that Myra realized. It had been a month she was here, maybe a week or two more. A month. Doing the calculations, the girl realized something important and catastrophic for a woman. No, she wasn't pregnant! She was going to be in that time of the month sooner or later, which would be bad for the mattress in her little room and the mood swings of Vaas. Oh, God, she thought.
"Good!" she said, too enthusiastic. Vaas frowned, watching as the woman pushed off the counter and paced in front of him. Maybe Juliette had stuff to give her, if she was sober enough to know what Myra would be talking about. "Can we go let's say, tomorrow?" she asked, bringing her thumb to her mouth. She didn't look at Vaas, not caring about his expression.
"Guess I can make the party sooner," Vaas mumbled, watching the woman pace in front of him. She nodded, resuming her place on the stool.
"Well, Carlos is going to bring you back to my shanty, 'cause I got buisiness to take care of," the pirate lord announced, getting up. Myra frowned, annoyed that he still had someone glued to her twenty-four/seven.
"I can walk up the hill alone, Vaas," she said, her eyes following him as he walked to the door. He almost looked tired. Shoulders slumped, eyes dark and lids drooping. Myra wondered if he had slept at all the other night.
"You do as I say, pera," he cheered, walking out the door. The tiger on the counter hesitated before jumping off the counter and following Vaas. The brunette frowned, watching the small thing retraced the pirate lord's tracks.
"Bella," Myra said, voice strong and stern. The tiger turned its head to her master, eyes sad and wide. Was the tiger following Vaas? Myra wondered just how close the two had become in a week, remembering how the animal cowered away from Vaas on the famous night of their reconcillation.
The tiger came back to her master, following her as she left Timo's kitchen. Outside, the pirates milled around huts, bowls in hand and AKs in the other. The evening sky set a purple tint to the ground and the faces of the men walking on it. A small breeze flew around, making the new cut hair on Myra's head fly around a bit. Carlos was sitting on a crate, bowl in hand and speaking with a man who had his back turned to Myra. Frrom afar, Myra started to notice the man was Roy, smoking a cigarette and making Carlos laugh. Myra felt the anger inside her rise as Carlos dropped his head and laughed, exposing fair teeth and lips curling into a smile. Why was Myra mad though? Even she couldn't figure it out, why it rose the rage as she saw Carlos chuckle again at something Roy said.
"Hey Myra!" Carlos hollered, waving his hand at the girl, who stared back with fire in her eyes. Roy turned his head slightly, clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and walked away stiffly. Carlos continued to wave Myra over, never once glancing back at his comrade who was leaving. After Roy was safely away, Myra walked over to Carlos who smiled genuiely at the girl. "Boss told me to watch over you," he stated, smiling and taking a bite of the remaining stew in his bowl. Myra nodded once, eyes watching the man eat his food.
"You know Carlos," Myra started, putting her hands on her hips. "I don't need a body guard, I can take care of myself," her announcement made Carlos laugh, lulling his head back and almost choking on his stew.
"Yeah, with a bunch of crazy pirate men who have a particular need for women who scream for help?" he joked, shaking his head after Myra gave him a death glare. "Ah don't give me that look," he sighed, putting the empty bowl next to the crate, getting up and staring down at Myra.
"Can we get back to the shanty now?" she asked, trying her best to keep her cool. The tiger beside her shuffled around, pacing with a great impatience to start moving. The small rucus that her tiger was doing was getting on Myra's nerves. With a heavy sigh, she turned to the small cub and said,"Go on!" and the thing sprang off like it was the most fun thing to do, and it probably was for the tiger.
Carlos didn't speak as he accompagnied Myra back to the shanty. Well, it mostly consisted of Myra stomping off and Carlos following behind. Myra still didn't understand why Vaas had her go from one hut to another, shanty to shanty during the day. Why he always wanted her under a roof and with someone there to protect her. It angered her and at the same time, peaked her interests. Don't think he cares, Myra, he can't do that, she reminded herself, throwing back a glance to see if Carlos was following. Even though it was annoying to always have him following her, Carlos was nice and funny. He was a great compagnion, except for the annoying bursts of happiness that seem to over come his body at times.
Myra entered the shanty, wondering if her tiger was going to come back soon. Well, it did need to start being on it's own. Learn to catch some birds, become subtle and stealthy. The thing still drank about seven liters of milk everyday, and that is not it. Timo told her that the tiger would need to be slowly introduced to food... Just like a baby. Oh, great.
"You don't have to stay with me," Myra said once Carlos marched into the shanty, heavy duty boots making the floor boards creak. She kept her back to him as she slowly made her way to the small room at the back, which was hers.
"Vaas's orders were to stay with you until he came back, Myra," he said, tone stating the obvious.
"Yeah, whatever," she said, turning to put the fallen new toothbrush Vaas bought her, back on the counter near the sink.
"Hey, Myra?" Carlos asked, voice intrigueing. Myra turned, hands on hips and ready to blow his brains to bits if she needed to.
"Yes, Carlos?" she retorted, trying to mimick his tone of voice. Carlos's eyes softened and he licked his lips.
"Ok, I'll go straight to it," and with that and a determined look on his face, he closed the distance between their bodies. Myra's head screamed when the heat radiating off his body was felt on her arms and neck. Oh, no Carlos! He didn't just do that... Even if Myra felt friendly towards the guy, she couldn't possibly think she lead him on or anything. No Carlos! Don't do it Carlos! her head was screaming as she watched his eyes bore into hers. The chocolate brown, almost looking like pure, melted ice cream, burned right into the bright blue of Myra's eyes. She was scared... Why? Complicated shit.
As Carlos leaned in, eyes searching hers for anything that yelled to stop, Myra felt like she was going to burst from the inside. Her insides yelled, tore apart and fumed for the man to stop whatever he was attempting to do. CARLOS PLEASE STOP! she yelled internally, praying the soft interiors of her stomach to stop twisting and burning. However, the man never ceased to get closer to her lips since he did not see any signs of reluctance in the girl. Oh, but there was plenty.
As soon as his lips connected with hers, everything in the girl froze. Her hands stopped to shake, her eyes stopped to blink and she even thought her breathing had ceased. At first, he didn't move, just stuck them to hers. However, it was when he moved them, brought his body close and dared to lay a hand at her waist, did she un block. The feeling of getting all your abilities back is like a rush that sprints through your body and splashes you with energy. Much like adrenaline, and it maybe was.
Myra put a hand on his shoulder, nails digging in the skin, and pushed him back. Myra just had time to see the bewildered look on his face before her fist flew up and connected with his jaw. His face flew back a bit, considering Myra's punches were much better and stronger due to the training. Her knuckles throbbed and a red spot appeared on Carlos's face as he straightened. That is when Myra saw Vaas.
He stood in the frame of the door, eyes glinting with the anger inside him. Vaas's interior monster that was half hidden, now crept out from it's hidding spot. The anger inside him twisted as he saw Myra's surprised eyes meet his. He knew she had nothing to do with this, Carlos was the... traitor. As Vaas fumed, the man turned and his face turned to stone, eyes going cold. The two men, one angry to the bone the other scared shitless, had a stare down.
"Motherfucker," Vaas growled through clenched teeth, his eyes turning into the dark thing that raged inside him.
"Vaas," Carlos stuttered, stepping aside so Myra was visible. Her chin was up, a stubborn look on her face. It showed she hadn't liked to be kissed by Carlos. Not that it was bad, just because it was Carlos, the guy who was... her friend? "I'm-" Carlos didn't have time to finish before Vaas was on him, shoving the man to the floor with a strong punch to the face. Myra stumbled back, watching as Vaas got over the other man and threw punch after punch to his face. Why was he so angry though?
"She's not yours, motherfucker!" he yelled, spiking her interest. What were they anyway, Vaas and Myra? Fuck friends? Together? No, probably the first one, so why was Vaas throwing a fit over a small kiss?
Vaas continued to throw punch after punch to Carlos's face, the blood pooling form his nose and mouth splattering onto the floor.Myra watched, thinking Vaas just needed to get his anger out on something. Before he could kill Carlos, Myra rushed with a bit of annoyance to Vaas and pulled at his shoulder. He let out a groan of anger as he got to his feet, Myra's hand still around his shoulder. Carlos stumbled to his feet, eyes drooping and nose bloody, not to mention his face. "I don't want to see your fucking face anywhere near my camps!" Vaas yelled, pointing a finger at Carlos.
"Where will I-" he started, but Vaas was quicker.
"Let the fucking jungle eat you up alive, hermano, before I do!" he replied, as Myra watched his eyes turn dark as he stared at Carlos. The wounded man coughed, not daring to look at Myra, and wobbled to the door. The room felt silence, a painful silence. Only Carlos's feet shuffling out of the door and his pained whimpers clouded the room. Vaas watched him from his turned head with a look of death. Blood caked his battered knuckles and soiled his shirt, glueing the fabric to his stomach.
"Vaas I-" Carlos attempted one last time, coughing when the blood made him choke.
"GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Vaas yelled, approaching Carlos dangerously. Carlos leaped away, almost falling out of the shanty as Myra watched, half happy and half sad. Happy since he had kissed her and violated her thoughts over him. She wanted a friend, and he had fucked it up. Sad, because Carlos was one of her only friends here, except Timo, and he could brighten her day with a simple joke. Timo could be kind, but not as funny as Carlos. So watching Carlos leave was like a push and pull sensation for the brunette. She was pushed to run after him and try to heal him in any possible, sentimental way. However, Myra hated sentiments, so she pulled back behind Vaas and watched Carlos fade into the now dark night and into the jungle, accepting his fate.
"I'm not yours, Vaas," Myra mumbled after a while that Vaas was just staring out the door. He turned abruptly around, his body too close to Myra's. The anger was still there, but there was something else. Humor. He chuckled, his brow rising.
"You are, I bought you, remember that?" he growled, lips curling into the devilish smile that was now oh so familiar to Myra. "Little fucker has to know not to mess with my shit," he finished, eyes broing into hers. Myra sighed, slumping her shoulders and walking to Vaas's cot. She slumped down on it, hearing it creak and groan. "Tough day?" he joked as Myra let her head fall into her hands. Now Carlos was gone, who would train her? She hoped it wasn't Vaas...
"Yeah, Ha Ha," she said sarcastically, hearing him move around. The anger and sadness and happiness all trudged alone inside her, making her go mad. She needed to get rid of all these raging emotions. Oh and what was a great way to do that? "Vaas," she said slowly, rising her head.
"What?" he asked, walking over to where she was sitting. Now, with what Myra had in mind, he looked so much more attractive with the blood on his skin. And, as he sometimes seems to read her mind, he smirked. "Oh, I thought that was a one time thing?" he joked, leaning back and crossing his arms with a grunt. She looked up and bit her lip purposly.
It took just that and Vaas was on her, his lips searching every inch of her skin. His fingers, eager and rough, riping through the t-shirt (which was actually his). He brought Myra up, and slammed her onto the cot. Yes, now she could get her anger out, less emotions to deal with! As Vaas grunted since he fumbled with the new belt he bought her, Myra riped his shirt off herself, grunting out non human sounds. He chuckled devilishly and sexily as he tugged her pants down, slipping out of his shirt himself.
It didn't take long before the two were naked and enjoying the rough rythym of their release. With her eyes closed, Myra felt Vaas's rugged breath against her neck as she dug her nails in his back, moans squeezing out of her mouth with every thrust Vaas gave her. He said things, mostly Spanish, that she didn't bother with translating. He said her name mostly, but Myra was too much in a daze behind her closed lids, to open her eyes and see what his face looked like. His hands skimmed over her bare chest, every once painfully squeezing here and there. The pain wasn't a bother, but a trigger. With ever squeeze of her thigh, her breasts or her hips, Myra grew anxious to gain the total control. And she knew exactly when.
When she could feel he was almost there, vulnerable more than ever, she flipped him under. It was easy, since he was so weak in his orgasmic state. It was fun to watch him to her mercy, totally under her control. She felt good, away from his enclosing arms around her head and his heavy body over hers. He watched her too, as she threw her head back once in a while, feeling him. It was pleasant for him too to watch her, he liked the look on her face and the darkness of her eyes. He never got a chance to see her like this unless they were having sex. He didn't go around bragging since he wanted to keep this to himself, Vaas liked to keep a lot of things to himself, including the girl over him on the very verge of her climax.
It didn't take before both of them were finished, the anger in them both released from their bodies. Myra slumped over him, head hitting his chest with a last huff. Her hair settled around her face, caging her closed lids and mouth that was curled into a smile. They panted together for a while, chest to chest. Their breaths mingled together as Vaas passed his hand over her back, the rough skin giving goosebumps to the girl. "One time thing, hm?" he teased. The girl rolled her eyes, opening them to feeling him chuckle.
She didn't bother with a response, pull back and getting to her feet on the floor. She didn't bother to look back at Vaas, all her energy had been released with him just minutes ago and she felt numb. Her body begged to sleep and her mind fuzzed, the effects of her orgasm taking place. She felt around the dark room for her trousers, panties and bra, feeling the burning gaze of Vaas on her back. "What are you doing?" he asked, voice loud in the small area.
Myra didn't have time to answer, when she heard a screaching sound. Her head popped up and she looked at the open door. Darn it! The door had been opened. She rushed with her trousers and bra, hearing Vaas chuckling slightly behind her. "Relax, it's just Bella," he said, as Myra took in the small presence at the door. Bella! Oh great, now she could finally sleep well.
"Good night, Vaas," Myra said, walking over to the door, kicking the screeching tiger in with her heel and closing it.
"What? No cuddling?" he teased, the bed creaking in the dark as she shuffled over it.
"No, sorry," she mumbled, following the galloping tiger, who surprinsgly, went over to Vaas's cot. "Bella, over here," she ordered, walking to her room, however not feeling the small tiger following. The cot creaked as Bella jumped over it and Vaas grunted happily, saying a little 'hey' as he welcomed the tiger.
Myra groaned silently, grabbing another of Vaas's dark t-shirts, pulling it on and stomping off to her room. "Oh and you're welcome, pera!" Vaas shouted as Myra closed the door to her little room, hearing her tiger squeak. She liked cuddling with Bella before sleeping, she was like another pillow, and now Vaas had stolen her. Oh, just go to bed Myra, she thought, rolling her eyes after another one of Vaas's comments.
"Good night, Vaas!" she repeated, after he had demanded she come out and cuddle with him and the tiger. Myra concluded Vaas hadn't wanted her to leave, but Myra wanted to, she wanted to go back to her own little space and just drift off to sleep.
With a shit eating grin on her face, Myra lay on her mat, tucked the pillow under her head and fell asleep with the sounds and movements Vaas had made her do in her head. Sleep Myra! she ordered internally, when she fighted the urge to run back to the cot and stay beside Vaas. Why was she feeling like this now? Only her fucked up side knew, and it was slowly coming out.