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No. 6929
Lesson learned; while nursing a hang-over due to getting drunk for the first time the night before at a wedding reception, don't shoot a 20-gauge shotgun without putting in some earplugs.
Wit that being said, here's chapter 5. Thanks again, Hybrid!
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Scout wasn't sure how much longer he could keep on running.
Every single exit he had tried, locked. Every window he tried opening was locked. The Medical Wing was a maze to him; he rarely ventured here. The only other time he had been here was for his physical upon arriving at BLU, and he had gotten lost for well over an hour.
Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued to run, his hand sticky with blood. Everything he touched with that hand was smeared with it, the red clashing horribly with the sterile white of the Medical Wing.
How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here? Everything is locked! Scout thought dismally as his arm throbbed. Had Medic locked all of these doors himself? Had he known that one of them would attempt to escape? Or was he afraid of being discovered by the rest of the team, so he had locked the doors as a result?
Footsteps behind him caused Scout to freeze on the spot. Stupidly, he thought that perhaps a member of his team had heard them screaming and had come to investigate what was going on. His breathing came in erratically as he heard the footsteps coming closer and closer.
“S-Soldier? Is that-†Scout started, but suddenly found his voice frozen.
There stood Medic at the end of the hallway, his face no longer holding any creepy affection. It was now serious and utterly terrifying.
And he was holding a rather large rifle in his hands. And as Scout stared, Medic brought it up and aimed at Scout through the scope.
He smiled.
Scout gave a squeak that sounded like a mouse being trodden upon and bolted for the nearest door. Thank God! It was unlocked! Scout's bloodied hand nearly slipped from the door handle, but he regained his grip and pulled the door open just as Medic put his finger on the trigger of the rifle.
He bolted into the room, not caring about who or what was in there. If it was away from Medic, then it was good.
He suddenly found himself pitching forward, the strong smell of chlorine assaulting his nose. He looked down long enough to notice that he was falling into a swimming pool, the water shimmering and still.
“FUCK!†he screamed just as he hit the surface of the water. He got a mouthful of chlorinated water in his mouth, his eyes beginning to sting from the chlorine. The blood that was still seeping from his wound was now flowing into the water, clouding the pool water up just slightly.
Remembering that he needed air, Scout surfaced. He gasped for air as he skimmed the surface, looking for a way out.
The pool wasn't as big as the one in the main base, so Scout had to figure that Medic had it installed for himself in the Medical Wing. Part of him wanted to say that he was a greedy bastard for getting his own swimming pool, but he didn't have the time to dwell upon such thoughts.
Medic had just entered the pool room, rifle still in hand and that smile still upon his face. His boots clicked on the tile floor as he slowly walked around the pool, Scout watching and following his every move as he gasped for air.
Medic eventually stopped, staring and smiling at Scout. Scout felt his heart hammering, hearing the blood rushing in his ears.
“P-please, Doc...†Scout said, sobs escaping his mouth as Medic tilted his head at the terrified young man. His smile remained, despite Scout's pleading.
“Why the Hell are you doing this, Doc?!†Scout sobbed out as he treaded the water. Medic didn't seem to have heard what Scout said. That, or he just didn't care. He raised the rifle up and aimed at Scout again.
Scout turned his head away, not wanting to see the bullet coming to end his life. If Medic was going to kill him instead of turning him into a fucked up science project, that was fine by him.
“Oh, Herr Scout... Don't tell me that you think I'm going to kill you. That would break my heart...†Medic crooned softly as he lowered the rifle. Scout looked at him quizzically; why the fuck was he pointing a rifle at him and saying that he wasn't going to kill him?
“Oh, my poor Scout! Don't worry your beautiful head! It's just a sedation rifle! You've seen this particular one before, too. It belongs to Herr Sniper, so please don't tell him that I have it. I'm just borrowing it for a little bit.†Medic exclaimed in a sympathetic tone as he showed the rifle to Scout. Scout could see the feathers decorating the barrel of the rifle, and he came to realize that it did indeed belong to Sniper. He had called it the Sydney Sleeper or something like that; he didn't care to remember.
“Just hold very still... I don't want to accidentally shoot you in one of your eyes. I promise that it will only sting for a moment, und then you'll be out like a light.†Medic said as he once more took aim at Scout.
Scout dove underneath the water to keep Medic from shooting him with the rifle. The chlorine once again stung his eyes as he watched Medic continue to point the Sydney Sleeper at him, his image all warped and fucked up due to Scout looking at him from underneath the water.
Medic was walking to the left... Where was he going? Scout couldn't hold his breath anymore, his lungs screaming for air. Scout surfaced with a pained gasp, his slightly blurry eyes focusing on Medic. He didn't have the gun pointed at him this time; he was just staring at him with half-lidded eyes behind his glasses.
“Just fucking off me, Doc! Just fucking do it! I'd rather be fucking dead!†Scout screamed, trying his best to hide a sob. He wanted his Mom! He wanted her to hold him, to tell him that everything was okay! He wanted to drink her hot cocoa while she gave him a back rub like she had done when he had been sick! He had to bite back the urge to scream for her, and it was goddamn difficult.
“Scout, I am very sad to hear that you wish for me to terminate your life. Don't you understand how valuable you are to this experiment, Scout?†Medic said as he knelt down to face Scout. Scout sobbed a few quiet sobs as Medic looked him right in the eyes, his expression telling him that he meant business and would not appreciate anymore interruption.
“I'll tell you something, Herr Scout. One of the Guard Dogs also tried to escape, just like you. He ran out of his cage when I went to go sedate him. It took me und Heavy hours to find him. Once we caught him und sedated him, I forced him to take the middle position. Do you know why that is, Scout?†Medic asked Scout, looking at him as if he expected Scout to give him the correct answer right away.
Scout shook his head, his brain hurting from the simple action. His head was hurting so much from a mixture of crying and panicking.
“I gave it to him because this position, the healing pains are twice as painful. You should have seen how that dog suffered for his disobedience; I had to sever his vocal cords at one point just because he wouldn't stop howling in pain.†Medic said, giving Scout an icy look.
Scout had this horrible feeling that somehow this particular story was going to pertain to him.
“Do you regret your little escape attempt, Scout? You know what, don't answer that. I'm very thankful that you tried, because now I know what position you are going to take. I now know definitely that you will be the middle segment. Consider this your punishment, Scout. You should have stayed in your bed und taken your medicine.†Medic said, his tone lightening up into one that was all too cheerful to inform Scout of his impending doom.
If Scout wasn't in the swimming pool, he would have fainted right there. His situation had just gotten 150 times worse, and he was for sure that the number would keep on climbing with each passing second.
“Please kill me, Doc! I'd rather die than become your little fucked-up science project!†Scout warbled, his voice no longer holding the confidence that he usually had. He could hear Medic sigh and watched him rub his eyes with his fingers out of frustration.
“Why do you insist upon your demise, Scout? If you come out of that pool right now und allow me to dress your wound, I promise to give you as much morphine as your body will allow after the operation. That will take a vast majority of the pain away. All you need to do is get out of the pool. That's it.†Medic said, holding a hand out to Scout. He had a small smile on his face, and he was using the rifle to hold himself up.
“Please, Herr Scout? You are so precious und valuable to this procedure. Do it for me?†Medic coaxed, wiggling his hand a little bit. Scout stared at his extended hand for several seconds before shaking his head.
“F-fuck off, Doc.†Scout stuttered, starting to feel cold from being in the swimming pool for so long. He could see Medic's face changing into one of displeasure and disappointment. Medic stood up and straightened his back, the muscles in his jaw clenching in rage.
“Fine then, Scout. Have it your way then.†Medic said with a tone that was clearly trying to hide just how furious he was.
To Scout's surprise, Medic left the pool room. He just... Up and left the room without another word.
Was he letting him go? Was he going to let him escape?
Scout waited for a few moments, his ears straining to hear the sounds of footsteps returning. But he didn't hear any. The only sounds he could hear were the sounds of splashing water and his own panicked breathing. Maybe Medic had given up on trying to get him to participate with his “experimentâ€.
Or maybe he was going to get Heavy to knock him out with one punch...
Who the fuck CARES? He's gone, and now you can get away! Scout thought as he swam over to the ledge of the pool. He gave a grunt of exertion as he pulled himself out of the pool, the weight of his wet patients gown making it difficult to climb out.
He stood still for a few minutes as he drip-dried, his ears becoming like radars. Still no sound of Medic or Heavy approaching.
Now was his chance! He would find the way out and get Soldier. He knew for certain that Soldier hated Medic with a deep passion, and he would not hesitate to beat the shit out of Medic for messing around with his teammates in such a manner.
Hell, he was even willing to bet that Soldier would take on Heavy.
With thoughts of Soldier bashing in the heads of Medic and Heavy, Scout proceeded to exit the pool room. Upon leaving, he looked down both halls to see if either of them were waiting to ambush him.
They were clear. No sign of Medic or Heavy. It was safe to proceed.
Scout walked to the left, following the signs posted on the wall that he hadn't noticed earlier.
↠Exit
→ Surgical Bay
So he was heading the right way! The exit was to the left, and that was where he had been proceeding to already!
He could taste the freedom on his lips! He was so close! He could just imagine the conversation between himself and Soldier; it would be so fantastic to see Soldier busting down the door to Medic's office, his Shovel in one hand and his Rocket Launcher in the other.
His heart soared when he saw the glowing red EXIT sign hanging above the door. It was like a beacon of hope in the deepest pits of Hell.
Scout walked quickly over to the double doors that would grant him his freedom, his feet slapping on the cold tiled floor. Blood continued to steadily ooze out of the wound in his arm, but he could fix that once he got back to his room. He imagined the cheers and approval of both Sniper and Engineer when they realized that Scout had escaped the clutches of the mad doctor so that he could save them.
His hand extended towards the handle of one of the doors, his fingertips brushing onto the cool metal...
BANG!
A sudden and sharp pain struck Scout in his upper right shoulder blade. For some odd reason, Scout suddenly thought about the time that he had gotten stung by a bee when he was a little kid throwing rocks at a bees nest during a family picnic in the park.
And then that thought was gone with a terror that gripped him tightly.
He reached behind himself and could feel something feathery and hard sticking out of him. It was cool to the touch, and he realized that the hardness was something either metallic or glass. His fingers traced the outline of the foreign object, and he was filled with a dreadful sort of terror when he realized that it was a tranquilizer dart.
Already, his head was beginning to get light, and Scout was getting the feeling of floating away. Oh God, he felt tired... So tired...
As Scout collapsed to the cold floor, he could hear two sets of footsteps coming up from behind him. It was so hard to concentrate on what was happening...
“It's working, mein Heavy.†He heard from somewhere up above him. Scout whimpered softly as he felt a soft moving pressure on his back.
“How long, Doktor?†Heavy said as he stooped down to face Scout. He heard Medic give a soft chuckle as Scout continued to whimper.
“Not much longer; he'll be out in a few moments.†Medic said as he rubbed Scout's back. Scout was trying his hardest to form a word; just one word.
“S-Sol-dier! H-help...†Scout cried out weakly as he felt his eyelids begin to grow heavy, sleep threatening to take over. Once again, Medic chuckled softly as he continued to rub Scout's back.
“Don't bother, Herr Scout; Soldier won't hear you. I have no plans on allowing you to leave this ward until I feel you are ready.†Medic crooned softly into Scout's ear as a ringing sound began to fill Scout's ears, muffling Medic's voice.
“Let's get him ready for surgery, mein Kuschelbär. We have a long operation ahead of us.†Was the last thing Scout heard before he slipped into a terror-filled slumber.
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