//------------------------------// // Chapter 2: When We Remembered Rook // Story: Far Cry: Retribution // by Doctor_Brony1234 //------------------------------// Footsteps. Footsteps was all I heard during the walk to the confiscation room. Me and the two guards' footsteps echoed off the concrete wall, going down the labrythine hallways. I eyed my surroundings, which consisted of more cells, guards, the shower room, and another guard barrack. We stopped in front of the confiscation room, waiting for the guard to the left to fish out the key. The door opened with a metal-on-metal whine, before swinging open to reveal a large room with tables, containers, and lockers. "Remember; you are not to have a simple grip on your weapons. Don't even look at them." The guard told me as I looked for my gear, excluding my weapons. As I walked, a very familiar satchel sat on a table, surrounded by other familiar pouches and a rucksack. I looked inside a medium sized satchel, finding my tablet, camera, map and some chemlights. I pull my camera out of the bag, inspecting to see if it had any more scratches or if it was broken. I looked at the lens, only to see that it was completely intact. I sighed in relief as I continued to look at the expensive camera. I took a look at the screen, to only see it intact as well. I put the camera back and pulled ou the tablet. The screen had a few scratches, but were not visible when I turned it on. The screen turned on, showin the familiar Apple logo on it, before going onto the lock screen. I smiled, knowing I had something to entertain myself with while I was here. I take a look at the battery indicator: [||||}. 'Full battery.' I turn it off and place back in the satchel, knowing it will be safe. I close the satchel and check the other things, such as my other satchel that WAS to contain my C4 and some Mines. Knowing the rest would be empty, I walked to the guard. He seem to get the message and lead the way back to interrogation. 'I'm completely fucked if they see those memories.' I quietly mutter under the sound of our footsteps walking down the labryth of a prison. ********************************************************** [{Ten Minutes Later...}] The steel door swings open with a whine, revealing that the lavender and midnight blue princesses had left, leaving me and Celestia alone in the dull grey room. "Are you ready to show me your memories?" She asks in a polite tone, waiting for my approval. I hesitate before answering. "Okay. Be warned: there is some fucked up thing in my memories." I finished with a heavy shudder, remembering all of the killings I did and saw. Everything. She nods before her horn glows a brilliant golden colour. She places a hand in my forehead and I feel I sharp pain in my head, making wince a bit. Then, all my memories flash before my eyes: my birth, mud first birthday, middle school, high school, my first sip of alcohol, college, and finally, Bangkok. The memories slowed a bit, allowing her to see all of it at a pace she can keep up with. We watch as the memory of my first time on Rook pops up, from some fun in the sun, me picking up an AK, the bar, being captured, me and Grant escaping, his death, Amaniki Village, my first kill, my tenth kill, and many more kills. Me rescuing Liza, Oliver, and Keith, and Willis dropping me off (literally) over Hoyt's Island, me masquerading as the Privateer named 'Foster', Sam, his 'BLITZKRIEG!!' Moment, and Hoyt's death. A flash of white brings me back from her memory viewing, only to be met with Celestia's terrified and sorrowful eyes. She felt bad for what I went through. She saw me kill many in brutal ways, but saw it in an act for revenge against Vaas and Hoyt, for killing his older brother; seriously injuring Riley, me and Riley escaping, the Temple when i freed them, and leaving Rook Island. 'That went better than what I expected.' I mused to myself. "You have been through a lot, have you?" She said before turning her gaze to the table, not looking at me. She saw me as someone who has never killed, but merely thought the weapons as safety precautions against the hostile wildlife. "Yeah, that means a lot." I replied, looking at her again. "I'm glad you saw past the killings, seeing them as a means of survival, and revenge for the death of Grant." I say before I get up and walk to the door. "Wait," she immediateley says, stopping me from leaving interrogation. "I want you to come with me. Guard, please remove his cuffs and take ALL of his gear to a guest bedroom." She commanded before turning her gaze on me. "Yes, your highness." He quickly says after she finishes, rushing off to get my things to a guest room. 'Christ knows I deserve it.' I thought as I look back at Princess Celestia. "I must tell you this," she pauses. "You are suffering from a heavy case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and minor dementia. It is best if you are to go to a psychiatrist for help." She told me as I just stared at her. "Damn." Was all I was able to say, slowly taking my gaze to the ground. "Don't worry. At least you won't have to worry about being attacked at every corner." She says to me, tryiing to cheer me up. I nod. I know it will be better. I know it. *********************************************** Unknown Location In a cave, two very evil and familiar fellows were lying on the ground, in a burnt circle. The first one wore a red tank top, cargo pants and boots. He had a mohawk and he had a scar on the left side of his head, and other scars on his face. The other wore a fancy brown suit, black shoes, and a necklace. He was a bit aged, and he had black hair that was clipped short. They were starting to stir. The two figures groaned while they weakly sat up, oblivious of the outside world.