"You know I gotta say, you California girls really know how to put on a show." Vaas spoke with an almost amused yet exasperated air that nearly betrayed his resentful expression while busying himself with an old camcorder. "Especially your friend Alison." Here his expression changed, a-lit with the grin only a child would wear after successfully destroying his toy. "Shes a real piece of work, Ill tell you. Escaping my prison with that fucking asshole brother of hers and making friends with those fucking tribe people. Fuck those fucking people, man."

Placing the camera at his side, Vaas crouched down at eye level with one of Alisons' captured friends; the one named Liza. Inside Sunset Cove, ransom videos were shot, and among the cries for mercy and their chance to go home, sadistic laughter could be heard from all corners of the cavernous prison. The air was thick and held a muggy air about it, while the coppery scent of blood and the sweat yet pungent smell of death encompassed all other aspects of the cave. Within a small room; adjacent to the large theater screens, videos were being shot, as tripod stands held many a filmed ransom video, their victims begging and pleading to go home to their families. It was here that Liza was trapped within as she sat atop a blood stained chair, ropes wrapped tautly about her body, securing her in place.

"Please." Liza began to beg. "Please. I'll get you whatever you want. You want money? I can get you money. Just please let us all go home."

Vaas quickly gripped Liza by the back of her head, issuing fresh waves of pained tears to role down her face. "O-oh but girly, I want more than just money, I want your friend, Alison Brody." He chuckled, shoving her head to the side and rising back to his feet. "Oh and I wouldn't worry to much about most of your friends anymore. Alisons' brother, what was his name? Grant." He began circling Lizas' petrified form. "He's, uh, how do you say, finito."

"Grant?... Grant's dead?" Liza choked out.

"Yeah, uh-huh. 'Fraid so hon. You should have seen it. It was a great shot. An awesome shot really." Once again he grabbed the back of Lizas' head, braking her from her stifled sobs. He bent forward, making to whisper threateningly into her ear. "So unless you wanna share the same grave with him, I suggest you play along."

"Please let me go." She shouted aloud. "I promise I wont tell. I promise I wont say anything."

"O-oh" Slowly, he made his way forward with the camera still held tightly in his grasp, making to add more adjustments to it. Turning the camera on, he continued. "What I want from you is to send a little message to Alison. Tell her that if she fucks around with me anymore, I'll start executing ever last fucking one of you!" He shouted, his voice rising with each word spoken. "I want you to act like you would for a movie audition. Play it up like its the fucking role of a lifetime."

Breaking the momentary silence, a voice spoke from the opening of the room. "Boss." He shouted" The Alison girl is here. Shes cutting her way through all our men. Should we send in the gunners?" He questioned loudly.

"No." Vaas stated dryly. "Let her come." Turning his camera on Liza, he continued. "Were gonna make a little home movie for her, right Liza? Okay. I'm gonna start, and if you don't say exactly what I want, your gonna find that your... services are no longer required. And we don't want that, do we chica?'"

The lingering silence must not have been the answer Vaas was looking for as he; again, grabbed Liza by the hair, yanking her head to the side painfully. "Do we?" He shouted.

"No." Liza stammered in response.

"Good. Very good." He complimented in return, finally pointing the camera directly into Lizas' face. "We're off to a good start don't you think? Okay baby, on the count of three. 1,2,3..."

Making her way dramatically through the wreckage of the shipyard and through the pirate filled cave, Alison found herself smashing through doors and tearing apart even more soldiers with her rifle; issuing the occasional blast of a shotgun. Forcing her way through a heavily guarded room, she found herself looking into the face of her friend Liza, appearing just as terrified as anyone in her position. Alison looked on in sheer horror and rage as the face of her best friend swayed about the screen, her pleads and sobs echoing painfully off the rocky walls. Alison could do nothing but stare awestruck at the scene that took place upon the screen.

"I want you to say it again. Come on girl, I know you got it in you. Say mom, dad." Vaas voice spoke somewhere off camera.

"Mom... dad." Liza stutter in response.

Vaas went on with his instructions. "I love you... Tell them that."

"I want to go home." Liza sobbed.

"That's very nice, only this time I want you to do it again. This time I want you to tell your friend Alison to come rescue you. And make it more believable. Say it with more conviction."

"Please Alison, get away! It's a trap!" Liza shouted through her many heartfelt cries. "Go find help, please."

"That's not what I said." Vaas simpered.

Through her rage-filled rampage through the theater like room, the sound of Lizas' sputters and cries, she failed to notice the soldier behind her. With his gun raised threateningly above his head, he brought it down upon her face with such a heavy force, it knocked her completely out-cold, ultimately rendering her helpless.

After what felt like an eternity, Alison had awoken in a pain filled stupor, as her face and head ached after the encounter with the armed man. As she came around, she was caught completely off guard by the sudden physical images of her friends Oliver and finally Liza herself. Each of them were bound tightly to chairs, and to Alisons' expectations found herself strapped to the same form of contraption as her friends.

Surrounding them were well armed soldiers who stared upon Alison as if she were something vile and unclean. Suddenly Vaas himself appeared from the door, carrying a gas can and a wicked grin. Pouring the contents from the red container, he made a few dramatic spins before tossing the can haphazardly against Alison's head, causing her to cough and sputter as the fumes from the gas ate away at her senses and spilled into her eyes. The blow from the container was enough to make her already bruised face ache terribly, as she glared at the mohawked pirate lord through venomous eyes.

"Alison." Liza spoke from across the room. "Why didn't you run? Why didn't you save yourself?"

Laughing quietly to himself before taking on a more serious demeanor, Vaas questioned Alison with an agitated expression, "Who gave you that ink, huh Hollywood?"

Alison continued to stare daggers into the side of Vaas' passing form, refusing silently to answer his question; which she knew the kind of reaction this would garner from him.

"I asked you a question." Here Vaas turned quickly on Alison, crouching before her, his face mere inches form hers. "Who. Gave. You .That ink?" He emphasized throwing that piercing stare he had mastered so well. "Did Citra give you that ink, did my sister give you that ink, huh?" Raising to his feet, he removed a zippo lighter from his pocket, flicking it repeatedly. "No, no you couldn't have met her. You'd be fucking dead already if you had." He replaced the lighter into his back pocket before once again making his way menacingly towards Alison. "You think that makes you one of us? Huh? You think that makes you like me bitch? Hollywood girls' got a wety for Jungle Fever, huh?" He wiggled his fingers suggestively at crouch level before laughing loudly and draping an arm protectively around her shoulder.

Alison shook his arm off with a grunt before the sudden pain of her hair being ripped at against her will, as Vaas entangled his fingers into her dirty blonde tresses. "I'm gonna drive a bullet." He used his free hand to form a mock gun. "Through my sisters skull." He turned his finger-gun on Alison making a clicking noise with his tongue. "Like I did your brother Grant." Grinning at his comment he was abruptly taken off guard as Alison hawked back a large wad of saliva and spat it forcefully into his face.

"Fuck you." She shouted into his face.

Quickly, he jerked his head back, as if his last minute evasive move would wipe away the spit now dripping slowly down the front of his face. Expecting a violent backlash from him, she was surprised as he made to wipe the remaining saliva a from his face, continuing his earlier speech. "You're angry Alice." She winced and screwed her eyes shut, preparing herself for the blow as he raised his hand and instead placed it firmly upon her shoulder, as if making to sooth her angry outburst. "I get that. You, are angry. Okay? I get that, I respect that." He dropped his head in a contemplative manner, allowing Alison a moment of silence as the images of her brother resurfaced from the depths of her memory. Weakly she forced back the choking tears these thoughts brought her, not allowing the satisfaction it would cause the man opposite her. "I get it." He repeated as he shook his head mournfully. " I mean, without family who the fuck are we? There was a time where Id' do anything for my sister, you know. The first time I've ever killed was for her." Covering his eyes quickly, Alison watched as he forced back what appeared to be tears, shocking Alison out of her own grief.

"You're a psychotic asshole. You don't deserve any family."

Quickly Vaas responsed, anger now returning slowly as he rose to his feet. "Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? I don't deserve family, huh? I, don't deserve a fucking family?" He shouted into her face. "Fuck you, bitch. Fuck. You. I fucking loved my sister, and I thought she loved me." Pacing back and fourth, his rage grew to a boiling point as he continued his characteristic pacing. "But that wasn't enough for her. No,no, no." He quickly turned his attention on Liza , making to pace before her as well. Lizas' fearful gaze fell upon Alison and in an effort to calm her friends' building terror, stared back reassuringly.

"The thing about family, our loved ones right." He turned, now shouting. "Our fucking loved ones. They come and they blind side you every fucking time. You get that right? Your mom and dad and brothers. Always throwing fucking curve balls your way." Again shouting so close to Alisons' face, she could smell the stink of lingering tobacco. Placing his hands above hers, her stomach dropped as he rubbed his fingers gently over hers. He gazed at Alison in this manner for a few moments,sadistic hazel eyes versus resentful blue, before pushing away from her, continuing his speech. "But then their like Vaas, Vaas who the fuck is it gonna be? Them or me? Me or them?!" Beating his fist against his chest, his voice rang out as the climax of his fury rang out across the room, causing both Liza and Oliver to wince with frightful expressions.

His rage quickly evaporated as he gave a soft chuckle before removing the lighter once again from his pocket, flicking it, issuing nothing but a wisp of smoke into the air."Like they fucking think that I need to make a fucking choice." Laughter again elicits nothing but sadistic glee as he continued to flick the lighter against his pants. "By the way, this lighter really fucking sucks. Well, so much for poetics, huh?" Here, he places the lighter into Alisons breast pocket. " Its really bad that Citra inked you up. We could have had a good thing going. Because now, the only way to really kill you is to erase you completely. That means erasing you from my mind."

He paced once again to Lizas' side, making to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Sh-sh-sh. It's gonna be okay. Don't cry, don't cry. Your friend will be okay as long as she plays along." Staring at Alison through a side ways glance, Alison was left to gaze in a questioning manner. What more could this psycho want with me.

He began to circle Liza in mock predation. "Listen Alice, I hope you don't mind me calling you that. It seems fitting, given the circumstance." He chuckles. "Alison Brody, falling down the rabbit hole. Is this the wonderland you wanted? Is this the place you've always dreamed of?" He questioned, once again grinning at Alison in a way that made her feel very unseasy. She felt like a rabbit caught in the cross hairs of a fox. " You and I have a lot in common. I can already tell. You, the girl stuck in wonderland, and me the hatter. To bad this story wont have a happy ending."

He crouches before Alison, placing a hand atop hers in the reassuring way lovers would do, much to Alison disgust, and much to Alison constantly building sickness for him. He ran his fingers gently up and down her dirt encrusted scarred forearm. " I don't know why Alice, but I like you. You fight back against me while others run like scared bitches. You got spirit... I like that, I like that a lot. But now," He stood suddenly cutting the loving grazes of his hands to a halt. He begins mimicking the practice he performed with Liza as he circled Alison in the same fashion. "Its time for you to make a decision as well. Ill give you a chance to apologize for all the shit you put me through. This means I get back what you stole from me, and you get your life. You can continue to fight me or you can watch each one of friends die like your brother. Ill let you live long enough for that. But in the end Hollywood, Ill get what I want. I always get what I want."

Stopping besides her, he made to stroke her face. "Whose it going to be baby? Me or them?"

Giving no hesitation in her decision, Alison quickly made to snap her jaws against Vaas' outstretched hand before he quickly wrenched it back with a shocked chuckle.

"Your full of surprised chica, Ill give you that... How'd I know you wouldn't give up so easily? I swear to God Alison, its real beautiful you're willing to die for the ones you love. I'm sure big brother grant would be proud." Here he turned to his men while lighting a match. "Lets give her a moment to mourn for her lose, huh?"

Suddenly, the room was bathed in red hot flames, and Alison, Liza and Oliver were thrown into their own real life version of Hell.