WARNING: THIS FANFIC CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T PLAYED THE GAME!

BS: Ok, I don't own Far Cry 3, or any recognizable characters. I do however own my OC, Chelsea Lidell. Anyways, there aren't any fanfics on Far Cry, so since I literally just finished the game today, the epicness just compelled my to write a fanfic with an OC and the hottest guy in the game: Keith Ramsey. Look him up if you don't know who he is, and then go get the game and play it. It's actually a really good game and I'm gonna play it again when I have time. Also~ big thanks to SharpAngels for betaing this whole thing!

READ ME: this is rated M for reasons. Like the game, there is killing, torture, strong language (swearing), as well as suggestive adult stuff and a lemon later on. So be prepared, and if your mature enough to handle it, feel free to enjoy this fanfic. :)

Chapter One: The Nightclub

The intermingled smells of smoke and sweat and too many people assaulted the Bangkok nightclub, a multitude of blue lights flashing all around as "I Fink U Freeky" blared so loud one had to yell to be heard. Bright spots of neon beer signs on the wall stood out, illuminating the faces and cleavage and mohawks of the crowd, while others disappeared into the contrasting blackness. While most were dancing on the bright lighted dance floor, others seemed to find some refuge in the darkened tomblike hallways with their companion for the night, bodies pressed together and hands wandering wherever they pleased.
The music was drowned out a bit the further you ventured from the dance floor, the winding hallways leading all over the building and circling around back to the center. Currently my fiance Keith, and close friend, Riley, were being confronted by one of the locals about a hooker we tried to hook Riley up with.
"Hey, you kiss her, you pay!" The guy snapped, pointing towards Riley who shrunk back a bit.
"Her hands were on his ass. So the way I see it, she should pay him." Keith growled back; I noticed Jason, Riley's older brother walk in.
"You don't pay, we fuck you up!" The man now confronted Keith and I tugged his wrist to get his attention, but he only stepped forward a bit.
"I'm not giving you shit pal." Keith sized the other guy up, both glaring heatedly at each other. Riley finally stepped forward and grabbed Keith's shoulder.
"Dude, can you chill out for a sec? Look," He dug out some money from his pocket. "I have money here-"
"Riley, shut the fuck up and go get me a beer. You're acting like a pussy." Keith turned on Rile; a flash of hurt crossed his features.
"And you're acting like a dick." I stepped between the men, my palms placed on Keith's chest as I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes. "Come on, you promised Jason no more fights, right?" I looked over at Jason, who put his hand on Keiths shoulder to get his attention.
"Yeah, come on man, chill. Let's go back in." Jason suggested, motioning his head out the door.
"As you wish." Keith said, bitterness lacing his tone a bit as he sent one last glare towards the guys. "Con someone else guys." He threw over his shoulder as we started to walk away.
"Hey, little guy must pay!" The two guys started to walk after us, but Keith wheeled around and got in his face.
"Fuck you, asshole!"
"You think you're better than us?" The same guy asked, looking Keith up and down with a disgusted look on his face.
"Yeah, I do." He told them bluntly as the second guy joined in.
"This is our turf," The guy pointed towards the ground in emphasis. "not yours. Watch your back, Farang."
"We'll see about that!" I started to tug Keith out the door, Riley glancing behind us warily and Jason standing on the other side of Keith in case he tried to start something again.
As soon as we were out, we headed towards the rest of the group, though Riley seemed a bit more jittery once we left. I saw Jason shake his head a bit, looking like he had sighed before heading towards the dance floor with everyone else.
"Come on." I gave a small, suggestive smile towards Keith before walking backwards onto the dance floor. A down right sexy grin came to his face once he realized what I was doing, both of us having to push through the pulsating throng of bodies before we started dancing to the beat. I practically saw the tension roll off his body the more we danced, a thin line of fog hovering over the floor as a blue strobe light covered everyone from head to toe in a blue hue.
I giggled a bit as Keith pulled me closer by my ass, looking down at me with the smirk he knew I loved while we were moving to the beat and I snaked my arms around his shoulders. We continued to dance for a bit, but again we were interrupted by the guys from before. I felt someone bump into me, and before I could even look to the side Keith had already moved and punched the guy in the face. I saw Jason and Riley in the same situation, and I felt a tug on my hand, looking up to see Daisy, Liza, and Grant pulling me towards the exit.
"Come on, we gotta bail!" She yelled over the blaring music and I quickly followed behind her. Jason, Riley, Oliver, Vincent, and Keith caught up with us moments later at the elevator.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
"Call it, call it!"
"Push the button!"
"Yeah, I know, I know, I know!"
"Come on, come on, come on, hold the door!" We all rushed inside, Keith's hand on the small of my back as I stood next to him and we ushered Jason inside.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, we all burst out laughing. "Did you even have to kick him that hard?" Keith asked Grant, who shrugged.
"I had to, I had to." He chuckled.
"I got the munchies man." Oliver randomly stated and I couldn't help but laugh some more. Oliver was almost always on some sort of drug, most recently was caught for it around three times, his dad having to bail him out every one of them. He was a pretty good guy though, so no one really cared.
"All I need is an ankle tattoo and this trip is complete." Daisy stated with a grin, tapping her ankle.
"I second that." I chimed in, high fiving the blonde swimmer with a laugh.
"Are you looking for, you looking for a yantra tattoo?" A guy that had helped us escape asked, and we shrugged.
"Yeah." Daisy answered.
"I know this great guy near the Siam BTS station." He told as and I grinned wider.
"Oh hey, Everyone. This is Doug. He's the DJ here and an all-around excellent guy." Jason introduced.
"Hey Doug." Everyone chorused, some giving him a handshake while others waved in greeting.
"Uh, Jason says you guys are doing the Asian thing." Doug looked at Jason and everyone nodded.
"Yeah, Bangkok was out last stop." Grant told him.
"Good choice, always good to go with a bang." He joked, smiling brightly.
"Ohhh, most definitely" Vincent nodded in approval while everyone laughed as the suggestive comment.
"So, uh, you guys got anything else specific planned?" Doug asked and Jason answered this one.
"Ah, we're just seeing where the flow takes us." He shrugged.
"Right, you guys have money right?" we nodded. "You got enough to charter a boat?"
"That guy does." Keith looked towards Grant who chuckled.
"Cause' I know this island where you could do anything." Doug rose his eyebrows and smirked.
"Wow, alright, well what about something extreme?" Jason asked. He had been doing some 'extreme' stuff the past few years, almost like he wanted to be a daredevil instead of working with some high up society members like most of us.
"Skydiving?" Doug suggested and a round of "Ohhhh's" rang inside the elevator. "You get a plane, you parachute down to the island, Bam."
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"Uh, jump blind? That's risky, guys." Grant piped up, killing the excited and adventurous mood building up in the cramped space.
"Oh come on" we groaned.
"It is, it's risky!" Grant shrugged as we turned towards him.
"You can go tomorrow." Doug added, almost in a tempting sort of way, like the last comment to push a 'no' to a 'yes'.
"Why you acting like such a pussy?" Keith asked and Grant rolled his eyes.
"See, Liza, it's perfect! Now we have to do it. We're in. So, where's this island?" Jason asked the DJ excitedly. Liza and Jason had been having some relationship problems, so maybe something like this would help get over it. Bangkok certainly was starting too, so what would be the harm in skydiving?
If only we had listened to Grant and saved ourselves from the misery and pain we were blindly walking into...