FarCry 5 FanFiction, Yay!
You remember that moment when Faith reached out for us and we stepped back? Yeah... that...
What if...something else?! =D
Enjoy - SHYRS X
Chapter One -
She eyed the Deputy in disbelief, her smile vanished just as quick as it came and staggered before lowering her arm.
It was silent. No bullets or screams echoed around them, it was like the world had stopped for just the two of them, locked in a battle of stares.
The Deputy gulped, plagued with regret for backing off but she couldn’t blame herself, not what after Faith had done. Despite that, there was something in the Siren’s tired eyes that made the Deputy pout.
She knew the story of Rachel Jessop, a girl alone who had managed to found light in the darkest of places. A girl in need of a friend for their shoulder, not lies.
The Deputy raised their arm, their hand outstretched but not reaching, instead inviting.
Faith looked to it, her head turned to the lake behind her; the water glistened from the sun, an easy way out and exhausted from battle. She looked again to the hand.
But if Joseph was to find out…
The Deputy stayed quiet, there was no need for words. This had to be Faith’s choice.
Ultimately, the girl fell to her knees, kneecaps smashing hard on the ground, not that Faith cared as she grabbed her head and screamed.
‘I CAN’T!’ She bellowed.
The Deputy rushed to her aid, to her side, placing hands on Faith’s shoulders but she swatted them away.
‘No! Don’t touch me, don’t you EVER touch me!’ She screeched.
Rook didn’t understand, how could a girl break so bad from kindness? Regardless, she tried again, getting close and this time Faith allowed it.
She sobbed and buried her head into the Deputy’s chest. She sniffed and wrapped her arm’s around the official’s waist.
The Deputy could do nothing but return the hug, keeping the girl close.
‘How?’ Faith questioned. ‘How can you be so welcoming after all I’ve done?’ Her voice was muffled against the fabric of the Deputy’s shirt.
Faith lifted her head to meet the Deputy’s eyes. ‘Rescue your sheriff and stop the Bliss.’ Her tone was droll.
She got to her feet. ‘If you make it, I’ll know what I must do.’
With a turn, Faith vanished into a puff of green smoke.
The Deputy tried chasing after her, but Faith rode the Bliss like the wind. She was gone, as was the fog, it cleared and what lay ahead was the bunker.
The sheriff needed his Deputy