Still looking for a betareader. Second attempt at a TF2 fic, again a two-parter. Warnings for non-con. ------------- As a boy, he had liked to play tag with the other children of his town. He had never been as tall as the others and he was often caught by the children from the enemy team. A rule of the game was to be brought to the 'base' where he had to wait for a chance to break out or be saved by a teammate. The worst thing to happen was losing the game or a scrapped knee every now and then. Dell was often in the other team's base and he waited patiently for his friends to come and save him because his short legs would never allow him to run past the guard fast enough. His patience was rewarded with freedom, every time. It was easy though, because he knew that nothing bad could happen to him. It was a game, just a game, after all. The other children never hurt him when he was caught. Now, he wasn't a child anymore, and the rules... they had changed, too. His body shook, not only from the adrenalin rushing through his veins, but also the gaping wound in his thigh. A messily wrapped bandage had to do it because they were running out of time. Actually, they already were. His heart had skipped a painful beat when the voice of the Announcer bellowed over the field. Victory for BLU. The enemy team. Not his team. He had to flee. In his hurry he didn't see the sentry at the top of the stairs. The pain hadn't even kicked in and Engineer knew that he was injured. The puddle of warm red on the floor was enough of an evidence. His lungs stung from gulping down too much air, but his muscles were screaming for more. He felt the blunt nails digging into his side more than the bleeding shot wound in his leg. Scout was mumbling, shouting, barking commands. No wonder. The kid was always running his mouth. It just could be no difference, never. Every few steps Engineer would say something himself, but it always came down to the same phrases: Leave me. Run, save yourself. I'm done anyway. But his suggestions were knocked off with a harsh “Shut up and keep running!â€. Scout didn't bother to glare at him. He was staring ahead, eyes searching frantically for an exit. “How big is this friggin' thing?†he cursed under harsh breaths. They rounded another corner and were met with another pair of glass doors. “I think we were here alreadyâ€, Engineer mumbled, hands shaking too badly to reach out for the door handle. Scout winced, dropped his rampaged scattergun and tore at one door. Locked. Just like the others. BLU knew they were here. “Noâ€, Scout hissed, his voice quickly raising. “No, no, no – NO!†He whirled around, ignoring the pained grunt from the other man and tried to decide between two corridors stretching out in front of them. “Scoutâ€, Engineer tried once more. “Shut up! Just shut up!†To the left. This corridor was weirdly long. Right then. No, another locked door. Back. Left again. Quick, quick. A door! No exit. His head began to spin, probably from the blood loss, and being dragged around like a rag doll. The kid was surprisingly strong, but he noticed the tremble in Scout's limbs. They were running out of time. It had been so stupid of him to enter the enemy base, this was supposed to be Scout's and Spy's job. A short Texan with no running legs had nothing to do here. But when his nest had been blown up, together with his Pyro, and he was running low on metal to rebuild it, he grabbed his shotgun instead. Anything to help his teammates. And now, he was slowing one down. “Scout, listen-†“Fucking shut up, Engie! We have to get out of here, we have to find an exit. So move!†It was true. They needed to get out of this place. No one wanted to be stuck in the enemy base after a lost battle. The rules for ceasefire were pretty self-explanatory, but as far as he knew, there were no rules about the treatment of the enemy team after battle. Especially not if the enemy team was, technically, still invading their base. And it was probably the worst time of all times to think about this unspoken conflict right now. He took a deep breath, so he could tell Scout that he was sure they had already been in this corridor. Those doors looked familiar. The thought alone drove him crazy. He shouldn't know what those doors looked like. But it was when he opened his mouth to speak that a different sound echoed through the air, and with a surprised yell Scout went down. Engineer stumbled, trying to keep up the youth's weight. But his injured leg decided right then that it wouldn't support him anymore. He landed next to Scout on the cold floor. The first thing he saw when he lifted his head was the lazily spreading blood, dripping from a graze wound on Scout's side. The red of his shirt was deepening with every passing second. Engineer stared at him, not sure whether to pull him up or press his hand to the wound. But before he could decide, something hard and unforgiving crashed down on his head. The echo of the impact reverberated through his skull and the world turned. He tasted iron on his tongue. “Look at thisâ€, a voice above him said. The cruel amusement dripped from every word. “Seems like these two here got lost.†Engineer stared at the boy next to him. “Scout...†But before he could reach out, he was pulled out of his sight. Scout began to scream, kicking and lunging at his attacker as best as he could. “No, lemme go, ya goddamn-! Engie!†“Let him go!†he yelled, his voice mirroring the desperation in Scout's own. “Don't you dare touch him, let him!†He couldn't see anything but the far away wall. The foot was still pressing down on his head and he swore his skull would crack any second. The BLU Sniper above him laughed. It sounded hollow and cold. It made his heart stop dead. “Now, mate, don't get cocky here. After all, it's you who's still here in our base. We're just defending. Am I right?†Engineer couldn't see the other one, but the enemy Sniper seemed content with the response. He snorted. “Rightâ€, he said and the heel of his boot bore down on Engineer's temple. “No, it's not like thatâ€, he spouted before the other men could say anything else. “We weren't trying to do anything, we were on our way out, I promise. We didn't want to-†The rest was cut off when the foot on his head landed in his side, knocking the wind out of him. Engineer coughed and the blood from his bitten tongue sprinkled onto the ground next to him. “Didn't want to what?†Sniper bellowed and sunk his foot once again in Engineer's side. “Chase us? Kill us? Damn right, you've done that enough! Bloody REDs... you just can't accept a defeat!†“No, listenâ€, he tried once more. But he didn't come further than that. The third kick sent him curling in on himself, clutching at his throbbing side and the hot pain searing through his body. In the background, he could hear Scout's furious screaming. “What the fuck? Don't ya come close to him, you goddamn son of a dingo bitch! He said it just like it is, we weren't trying shit before you two fucktards shot us in the back. I swear, if you hurt him one more time I'm gonna smash your friggin' skulls in. Ya listening? Fuck, no, lemme go! No!†The rest of his tirade ended in an incoherent mumble. “Thereâ€, a different voice said. “That should work.†The French accent was just like the one of their own Spy, but it gave no comfort in that moment. Engineer tried to shoot a glance at Scout. He was wriggling under the weight of the BLU Spy who had his knee pressed into the youth's back. Any sound he made was muffled by the tie in his mouth, but from the tone Engineer could tell that Scout was at the peak of his very colorful vocabulary. “Such a lively little thingâ€, Spy muttered, before shoving the cap off of Scout's head and grabbing a fistful of hair. “Don't!†Engineer yelled and lunged forward. The butt of a gun crashed into his face and sent him flying onto his back. His vision blurred as he tried to catch his breath again. Above him, the face of the BLU Sniper shoved itself into his view. The tall man grinned, exposing the front of his bestially sharp teeth. “What was that?†he laughed. Engineer took a sharp breath through his mouth, what with his nose feeling like a bloody chunk, when Sniper pointed the barrel of a rifle at his face. “How about I just shoot ya right now?†he mumbled, more to himself than the man to his feet. “Right between those eyes of yours? Hm? Would be a good thing to do.†Engineer was close, close to telling him “Do it then!â€. But what about Scout? He couldn't see him, but when Sniper had hit him, he caught a glance of his shocked expression. Instead, he stared up into the BLU's face, unblinking, with his tongue suddenly being just a lazy piece of meat in his mouth. Sniper smiled again. “Nah. Too easy.†He took his rifle down and shot Spy a quick look. Engineer found a rapidly building disgust to the two men's silent communication. They didn't need to say a word, just shared a look and then began to move again. Sniper crouched down next to him. He released his gaze from the Australian's face when he saw the BLU Spy move out of the corner of his eye. He took his knee off of Scout's back, but didn't let go of him. With a huffed protest the youth was flipped onto his back. The lunacy of the situation made his brain slow, unusually and very uncomfortably slow, and it was only when Spy pressed between Scout's knees, whipping his balisong out with an all too familiar click, that Engineer finally caught up. “Noâ€, he mumbled and tried to sit up. “What are you doing? Stop that. Don't, you can't!†Scout began to move frantically under Spy's weight, kicking and shouting, without any word filtering through the gag. The man fought him only halfheartedly, laughing at the youth's attempts to fight him. But in a moment of carelessness, Scout got a foot under him. With an uprising of his whole body he crashed another foot into the Spy's throat and sent the man reeling backwards, hands shooting up to grab at his neck. With one violent yank Scout tossed the gag away. “Run!†Engineer saw his chance, rolled to the side and into Sniper's stand. The taller man toppled, and fell over his side. Engineer groaned when a sharp knee landed in his already bruised side. But he wasted no breath, just threw himself with his whole weight onto Sniper and knocked his head to the side with an original Texan right hook. His knuckles cracked audibly, but he ignored it. The rifle had fallen out of the Sniper's grip and he jackknifed for it. Just when his finger closed around the grip, the sound of a hammer being cocked back reached his ears. He turned slowly, without having been told so, and looked over his shoulder. Spy, looking visibly furious and with his suit slightly askew, was staring at him, revolver in one hand, pointing at his face. In the other he was still clutching his balisong, but it was pointing at Scout's face. Maybe an inch or a half, and the tip would sink into his right eye. “Now, now, mon cherâ€, he hissed and drew his knife just this tiny bit closer to Scout's face. “Do you really want to risk the boy's eyesight over such a silly thing, Laborer? No one needs a blind Scout.†Engineer froze on his spot. Just a second maybe, a second in which he stared helplessly at his teammate, hands still reaching for the rifle. But it was enough to give his attackers a new chance. With a loud growl Sniper threw himself over him, knocking them both over. Scout shouted, but didn't dare to move from his current position. Engineer lifted his arms, trying to shield his head from the blows going down on him. A fist sinking into his stomach pulled a gasp from him and his defense faltered. He took the following hits as best as he could, while his mouth filled with more blood. When the BLU Sniper was satisfied with his work, he finally leaned back. Engineer looked at him out of one eye, the other shut against the blood running from his split eyebrow. He tried not to choke on his own blood that erupted in a steady flow from where his teeth had been knocked out. When a body was slumped down next to him, he turned his head. Scout was staring at him out of fearful eyes. He whispered something, something quick and breathless, but Engineer couldn't understand him. He felt as if his head was wrapped in cotton, no sound came through to him. “It's going to be alrightâ€, he wanted to say, but what came out of his mouth was a gurgle and he retched at the metallic taste running down his throat. Scout just stared at him. He couldn't understand what Engineer tried to tell him. Not that it would have mattered anyway. Suddenly the youth's expression changed. It turned to one of complete horror and Engineer watched him struggle, watched him fight when the BLU Spy forced his knees apart once more. He flailed, landing random hits against his attacker's body, before another pair of hands came in sight and pinned his arms to the ground. Scout roared. He ached up against the resistance. Engineer didn't expect anything else. Somewhere, in the back of his own dizzy head, he was screaming on his own. Commanding himself to do something. Anything! But his body betrayed him, his arms feeling too heavy to lift and his tongue as if it had forgotten how to move. There he lied and watched it all happen. At some point, Scout had clenched his eyes shut and that was worse than seeing them spark with horror. The Dead Man had his eyes closed. Engineer tried to move his lips, form them around the familiar alias. Whatever came out of his mouth, it caught Scout's attention. His eyes shot open, like he was waking from a bad dream. They stared at each other until Engineers vision blurred. He blinked harshly and the clogged blood on his face began to warm again. He mustn't cry. He had to be strong for Scout. But he was just lying there, next to him and let it all happen. He was moving his mouth, free from the gag now, but the words couldn't reach him. A steady flow falling from his lips and existing only in the small space between them. They were still facing each other when Scout had stopped whispering words which weren't heard to him. Their gaze never broke. It was the only thing to keep them here. He couldn't lose him now. Somewhere, other words began to wave through the air. Engineer heard “mercy killâ€, but it was accompanied by a mess of sounds. Laughter. He was still staring, but now at the wall, when his world began to turn. His whole body was numb, but somehow he was able to move. One foot in front of the other. One in front of the other. Like that. “Scoutâ€, he rasped through his numb lips. “Shut up.†The same phrase, the same answer. They continued their way, searching for an exit.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Very nice. I look forward to the second part.
This was very nicely written. I like that you didn't actually detail the noncon, but turned it into a very defining moment between Engineer and Scout instead. There were a few typos and awkward sentences in it, though. If you need a beta for the second part, feel free to email me, my email is in the field. Looking forward to the second part-- hope they find that fracking exit!
It is so rare to encounter such a well-written fight scene.
Thanks for the comments, here's the second part (beta'd by the lovely Scrunchy, thanks again!). ------- Back in the days when he lived with his momma and his daddy, Dell often found himself shrinking under the worried look of his parents when he came home with another bruise. They would ask, “how did that happen?†and Dell would lie, “I fell.†But he hadn’t fallen. The neighbor kids liked to rough him up, and as much as he had hated it when they chased him down the street, cornered him and gave him new bruises and scratches, he could never tell his parents. Even as a frightened kid, he knew that it would only make him look weak. It would only encourage the other kids. So he lied. It was the better thing to do; it was the clever thing to do. Engineer looked at the face of a grown man and carefully let a calloused finger linger over a deep cut in his lip. He had just woken up and the past few days were a blur of delirium. RED Medic had drugged him up, and the poison was only just then slowly leaving his system. At least he didn't feel any pain in his leg. There was a thick bandage wrapped around his thigh and though he couldn't put his full weight on it yet, he was able to walk. So he walked around the infirmary since Medic vehemently forbid him to leave it. His head wasn't fully clear; Engineer could feel that. On the one hand, it was a pleasant delay to the memories that would, sooner or later, hit him with full force. On the other hand though, he dreaded the moment. In this state, he couldn't do anything. Engineer had hoped this feeling would be a once in a lifetime experience, but every time he woke up, his chest tightened with a flash of indescribable guilt. His mouth had been so badly swollen that he wasn't able to talk much. He asked, had tried to, for Scout many times, every time he was able to remember his own name too. But Medic had only hushed him and put him back to sleep. He didn't know how they had made it back, only that they had. After those gruesome scenes in the BLU base everything turned into a messy blur of white walls and then nothing. Engineer had collapsed halfway, and it was Scout who had dragged him all the way back to their own base. Judging from his breif moments of cohesion, his only visitors were Medic and Soldier—who tried to ask him for details of what had happened, but was quickly shooed out by the doctor. “Ah, you are avake!†Engineer turned to face the voice. Medic was strutting towards him, brows knitted in a stern expression. He was rarely seen without it, but Engineer had come to appreciate it. It meant the doctor was concentrating on what he was doing. He tried a weak smile and his lips stretched painfully around the cut. “Yeah, looks like it. Thanks for patching me up, doc. I’m feeling much better now.†“Ja, ja, ze vonders a little morphine here and a little antibiotic zere can do. But I must insist for you to lie down again, Herr Engineer. You are not healthy yet.†“You're not planning on drugging me up again, right, doc? 'Cause I really can't say that I like that much.†He gave Medic a long look, but the German only laughed. It sounded hollow. “Ach, keineswegs! Not at all, Engineer. Only if you resist.†He gave Engineer a hopeful look, as if hoping the other man would give him a reason to sedate him right there on the spot. Engineer quickly shook his head. “Nah, 'course not.†He carefully staggered out of the small bathroom of the infirmary and back to his bed. As he lied down, pulling the blanket back up to his chin like a child, a thought came to mind. It wasn't so much as a passing thought, though, but more of a constant pressure. “Say, doc,†he started slowly, “how's Scout? Haven't seen him, and I was wondering... y'know, just wanna make sure the kid's alright.†Medic nodded, his face keeping the light expression. “Oh, he is fine. Zat graze wound wasn't so bad and his mouzh was still intact. He stayed just long enough for me to do stitches and confirm zhat you were stable. I haven't seen him since zhen.†“And has he told you anything?†It was hard to speak around the knot tightening his throat. His desperation must have shown on his face, because when the doctor spoke again his voice had taken an unsure note. “Only zhat you were attacked by some BLUs in zheir base. A vonder zhat zhey let you go! You must have fought like lions, nicht wahr?†Medic laughed loudly, but quickly caught his composure. “Vhy, is zhere anyzhing else I should know?†He shrunk a little under the curious stare of the doctor, while two voices of reason were having a battle inside of his head. Engineer understood in this moment that Scout hadn't told the doctor the whole story, which meant that he had deliberately lied. Now, Medic always took care of them and as far as Engineer knew, he hadn't abused his knowledge of private information about his teammates—he should know about the situation because he was their doctor. It was just a logical conclusion. However, while this irrefutable logic was very clear inside of Engineer's head, another idea popped up: what if Scout didn't want him to know? He couldn't just tell him. Not if that pressed the boy into something he had tried to avoid. It was their Medic, though! He ought to know. His thoughts were racing and his mouth went dry. “Noâ€, he said then, sounding much less convincing than he had hoped. “Nothing else.†He tried not to talk too much to Medic after that. It took him another good day to convince the man he was healthy enough to leave the infirmary. The smell of antiseptic was making him sick more than anything and he needed to talk to a person who would not eventually change the topic to something medical and morbid. Most of all, he needed to see Scout. After the incident with the BLUs, a ceasefire was called. Both teams had suffered losses and were now waiting for reinforcements. Engineer found himself tense with guilt when he thought of their Pyro. Poor guy didn't stand a chance against the BLUs that day. He died in a fiery explosion, and Engineer tried to cheer himself up with the thought that maybe it had been the favored way for the firebug to kick it. Still, he died and they were short on one man. There was no ignoring that fact. He headed for the rec room, hoping to find everyone there. When he entered, a storming group of shouts and welcoming pats to the back greeted him. “Ye look much better, lad,†Demo announced and squeezed his shoulder once. Engineer smiled, unable to hide his joy at seeing everyone again. He gave Soldier a lazy salute and patted Heavy's forearm as the Russian draped it around his shoulders in a crushing half-hug. “Good to see y'all, fellas,†he sighed. His eyes looked over the faces surrounding him. There was Sniper, Demo, Heavy and Soldier. He knew that Medic was still in the infirmary, Pyro... well… and Spy wasn't one for community. That left only one. He carefully wiggled out of Heavy's embrace. “Say, have you seen the kid? He wasn't in the infirmary, and I thought...†“Ach, the boyo!†Demo laughed. “Maybe outside? Haven't seen 'im much lately.†“Yep, it's much quieter now,†Sniper nodded, but then frowned. “You know, Pyro is...†Engineer's smile faltered. “Yeah, I know—real shame.†They fell silent for a moment, every man thinking of the one they’d lost. Engineer didn't ask if there would be a burial because there never was. They packed what was left of the body into a wooden box and sent it back home with a condolence letter written by the Medic. If they felt like it, there would be a team gathering with a beer or two each. They knew better than to put too much heart into it—especially not if it could be them who ended up in the wooden box next time. After an appropriate period of silence, Engineer tried a small smile and excused himself from the group of men. He backed away slowly, again reassuring them that he was fine and ready to kick those BLUs asses. His announcement was greeted by approving war cries, and he was allowed to take his leave. As he headed outside, hoping to find the ghost that had been haunting him throughout his time in the infirmary, Engineer thought of what to say—I'm sorry? It's going to be better? It's not your fault? He cringed at every single one. The way Scout was, he would just punch him in the face if the older man approached him like that. Still, Engineer was preparing for the worst. What happened had been gruesome, after all, and that didn't even begin to cover it. He couldn't imagine what the young man must feel like. Not only that it had happened, but that it had happened to Scout. No, it didn't matter. Not like that. It would be a terrible thing no matter who it happened to. But he was their Scout... He was still lost in thought, having rounded their base once by now, when he caught a flash of red in the distance. Engineer lifted his head and sighed in relief. “Scout!†The young man turned, he could see that, but then he started walking away. Engineer quickened his steps, but found that his thigh began aching from the struggle. He slowed down, calling again. “Hey, Scout—wait up, boy!†Scout stopped and waited. When he came closer, Engineer saw a hint of annoyance flash over his face. However, it was just as quickly replaced by a smile that stretched from one ear to the other—just like always. “Hey Engie,†he greeted the smaller man. “Looks like Medic patched you up. Was already worried he might be doing some freaky experiments on you or somethin'. Ya know, he's not totally sane, but looks like he kept his word and played nice.†“Yeah, he did a fine job. You're looking alright yourself.†“Wasn't too bad. He said it was just a graze wound.†Scout shrugged. “The stitches didn't even hurt.†Engineer nodded as he studied Scout's features. “So,†he began, hesitantly. “You’re... alright, yeah? Medic told me that you told him what happened. In the BLU base, I mean. That they attacked us, and all.†For a second Scout's eyes became cautious, but his tone didn’t change. “I did,†he said, taking a small step away from the Texan. “Had to know what happened to your face, after all. Man, you looked pretty bad. I didn't think an eye could swell like that, it was crazy, like Frankenstein or somethin'.†Engineer felt his body twitch with nervousness. He was tense, wanting Scout to tell him that, yes, he had told Medic about the rape and that Engineer had been worrying his head off the past days for nothing. He wanted the kid to tell him that he didn't lie about it, didn't hide the damage and didn't have to take care of that himself, alone, in a moment of silence, where no one would interrupt him. He didn't want to imagine the kid being alone after that. With no one at his side to help him with what came after. Engineer wanted Scout to tell him that he had been taken care of. But he didn't. And Engineer, a man of great patience, found himself running out of it at a frightening speed. “Scout,†he began and his voice sounded more stern than he intended. “Have you told him everything?†The younger man looked back at him. His eyes hardened, but when he spoke again, it sounded as if he was honestly confused. “I dunno what ya mean, Engie.†“Scout… Kid,†he started again, feeling more helpless and clumsy by the second. “Did you tell him about... what those BLUs did to you, that they—†This time though, Scout didn't sound confused at all. “I already said I told him everythingâ€, he interrupted him. “What do ya want from me, dude? Get off my back!†Engineer, taken aback by the sudden reaction, lifted his hands, as if to shush a frightened animal. “Now, calm down, boy. I didn't mean to offend ya,†he spoke very slowly, but it seemed to anger Scout even more, and before Engineer could say another word, he turned on his heels and loped off. “Hey, wait! Where do you think you're going?†Scout turned, not stopping in his jog, and threw his arms up. “Dinner, man, I'm hungry.†He left the small Texan dumbstruck behind him. Engineer stared after him, his mouth a little agape. His hopes of having his fears soothed by finally talking to Scout were ruthlessly crushed. In fact, he worried even more and his heart, once again, sunk with the weight of cold realization. Scout hadn't told anyone. No one knew what had happened. No one knew but him.
Wow, that was heartbreaking. Just a two part fic, really? Because personally I'd like to see how the Scout deal with the whole thing, especially with the BLU Spy during battle or even his own team Spy, considering the similarities between the two teams.
>>7 Ah, maybe I should have said that: there is going to be at least a third part, of course. Wasn't sure how long it would take me when I started the story, but a lack of time forced me to shorten the chapters. So there'll be more.
Oh, I'm glad to hear that. These two parts could stand together very well, but it's also very sad. Looking forward to the next one.
These are great, but yeah, the beat it ended on doesn't seem too conclusive. It could work like that, but it's good to hear there's another part. I really like the way these chapters started, with the foreshadowing flashbacks. And I like that it kinda makes you think, and the pace is good.
I'm crying and I don't know why thanks
Hello there. I don't even know where to start. This is so great. As a noncon lover (especially where Scout is the victim), i can't say how much i appreciate the lack of graphic details to invoke the subject terror of such violence. Don't get me wrong! I think more graphic fanfics are awesome - either for the necessity to shock or to excite. But for this story, that clearly focus in emotion and feelings, the lack of the details at the moment of the rape was brilliant. I love their portraits, too. Spy as a monster is somethin' we often see inside the fandom. But not Sniper. This brings a freshness to the possible point of views for the characters that i miss a lot. Sniper not being a nice and quiet guy, but a person that doesn't mind hurting people in the worst ways, and mocking their pain. Aweeeesome! But, like i said above, since the story is about the sensations, i agree that there's no feeling of conclusiveness and that the second chapter looks rushed. Engineer's reaction - and even Scout's, tellin' the truth - was so blank and savorless, adding to the impression that the chapter isn't conclusive, or that it didn't help the story move foward/advance neither. This interferes greatly with the flow of the fanfic, of the aftermath of their experience inside the BLU base. You already explained why you did so, then this comment comes as a tip: don't refrain to write about their impressions of what they went through, or about their relationship for now on. It will only add to your fanfic. (P.S.: english is not my first language, so please forgive my silly mistakes).
I love their portraits, too. Spy as a monster is somethin' we often see inside the fandom. But not Sniper. Depends on the 'fic, I guess. I've read plenty of stories where Sniper's a loner who hates people, a perverted voyeur, or an outright rapist (and that's not even getting to the whole "Christian Brutal Sniper" thing).
>>13 lol I think if i read 3 fanfics with Dark!Sniper, i say i have read lots of it(this one included). Please, post them! I totally want to get a look at those.