This is the first part of a quick fic I'm writing. Extremely mild Heavy/Medic, but this story's Scout-central, so expect some decent swearing. Enjoy some first-person Scoot! ~ I should have known. I should have fuckin’ known. And now look what’s happened. Leanin’ against a Dispenser, hugging my scattergun. My hands don’t even hold it straight, they’re shaking like hell. And it ain’t from the Bonk I been drinking, that shit don’t do that. I don’t ever shake before battle either. Only thing that makes me shake is...is somethin’ like staring down a Sniper, right before he pulls the trigger. Like just about bashing someone’s head in, b’fore he goes all red and glowy, and he gives ya that shit-creepy ‘I’mma fuck you ten ways from right now’ stare. Somethin’ like being scared. ... Fine. I admit it. Like anyone else’s gonna know. I’m scared. I’m fucking scared. And it all started this morning, with the cranky bitch’s new message. ~ “Your employment has been terminated. The war is over.†Everyone had screamed at that. Demo and Soldier refused to believe it and swore at the speaker like shit. Heavy and Medic started yelling in Commie-Nazi gibberish. Engineer and Pyro were just confused, and started talking to each other, but I still don’t know how Engie understood Mumbles. Spy and Sniper didn’t say nothin’, but they gave each other those smart-ass looks, like they could read each other’s minds, and were both thinking, “Bonjour, what the fuck mate?†I didn’t say nothin’ either. I was chokin’ on a mouthful of pancakes. Engie had to whack me on the back to clear my throat. He had that fucking’ robo-hand, I thought he hit me with his wrench for a sec. When I could talk again, I just swore. “Fuckin’ hell, what the fuck is wrong with her?!†“You expect us to know?†the Frog asked, looking all smart-ass down at me. His cigarette was about to fall outta his mouth, so I kinda guessed he was as surprised as the rest of us. I woulda given him a freakin’ great shut-down, but then Boss-bitch talked again. “However, it has not been determined whether RED or BLU has won. You will have one final battle to determine who wins the war. The battle begins at 09:00.†It was about five to nine then. Most of us cheered, and everyone ran to get their weapons; Solly and Demo were first out the door. I went to run off too, but Spy grabbed my shoulder. “The fuck, man?†I asked, shoving his hand off (fuck his hands are tiny) and spinning around. “The hell’s your problem? Wanna piece o’ this before you go into battle?†I asked, spreading my arms out. “I can totally take you on and still be ready!†“Believe what you will,†he said, all French and faggy, “but zat is not why I stopped you.†We were the last guys in the kitchen now, and I crossed my arms. “So what now?†He didn’t look happy with just me around. He kept looking around real nervous-like. “I am just concerned, is all. Zis is not normal.†“Dude, ‘normal’ is a faceless freak who loves fire and an Australian reject that throws piss. You gotta be more specific.†Spy just glared at me (his eyes are like, grey, it’s freaky). He sighed, and smoke went everywhere. “Do not worry, zen. Just, be careful. Your mozzer would miss you if somezing ‘appened.†“Wait, what the fuck? Why you bringin’ Ma into this?†I almost yelled, but then he fuckin’ cloaked and ran off. I stood still for a sec, trying to think of a reason he’d bring up Ma, but all I could think was ‘fuckin’ French queer-ass’, so I just went and ran to the Resupply room. Everyone was already inside, so they all looked up when I got there. “What took ya, Scout?†Koala-face asked as I went and grabbed my hand-wraps. “You’re normally first in ‘ere.†“Blame Spy, he was being all creepy and annoyin’.†I paused, one hand already nearly covered, then grinned and added, “More than usual, anyway.†“Merci, petit.†Sniper jumped when Spy uncloaked behind him (he always did that, it never got funny). Sniper just glared at him. I finished my hands as the Announcer told us we had a minute left to get our shit together. I checked out my new gun, the Shortstop, then put it back and grabbed my Scattergun. Old, but I knew how it worked perfectly. I grabbed my Bonk! right away; Spy’d gone and made me nervous, and a fast escape would be useful. Last thing to go in my bag was the old aluminum bat I brought from home. I took great care of it, had hardly any blood on it at all. I took about ten seconds, all in all. Engie looked at my gear in surprised. “Thought you were gonna get used to that new pistol o’ yers,†he said (his accent’s fuckin’ awesome). “Yeah. I was.†I grinned at him. I hoped it looked more awesome than I felt. “But since this is our last battle ever...†It kinda hit home right then. This was gonna be our last battle ever. Like, ever ever. We were gonna go home after this, and prob’ly never see each other again. I guess the others were kinda thinking the same thing as me. Everyone’s faces went all serious, and they went all quiet. I saw Heavy hold Medic’s hand. Soldier and Demo looked at each other, and nodded, like they’d made some silent agreement. Pyro hugged his flamethrower tighter. Sniper didn’t do nothing, but he had that look like he’d take on a Heavy hand-to-hand and come out alive. Engie and Spy were talking quietly up the back, and I couldn’t hear them properly. “Ten seconds.†Stupid bitch. I looked back at Engie one last time. He gave me a robo-thumbs-up, but Spy suddenly looked terrified. “They terminated our contracts,†he mumbled, but then the siren screamed. Demo blew up a sticky and went flying, Medic, Heavy and Soldier all ran together, and I just moved. Nothin’ mattered no more. We were fighting. We were gonna win!
You voice of Scout is perfect, I could hear it distinctly in my head. And I'm really looking forwards to see what happens! I anticipate more in the future!
I'm loving it so far, and I agree with the above poster - spot on for Scout's voice! I'm really looking forward to more!
“Bonjour, what the fuck mate?†I love your dialogue. So much.
This my friend. As others have said, Scout's voice is great here and I really can't wait. A great take on this concept (I didn't wnat to have to use a spoiler tag.)
I like it too! I hope it's not sad lol
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First of all guys, thank you so much for your support! It's great knowing you guys love reading this. And Amp. Wow. Seriously, I'm a huge fan of 'Devil With a Blue Dress', and knowing you like my stuff back...pretty cool. Okay, so! To everyone that likes it, here's the next part! ~ I was first out onto the battlements, and jumped onto the bridge. I decided to stop and watch for a sec, just to see what would happen. Our Heavy went down first, right in fronta the bridge, cos the RED Heavy got on the trigger quicker than ours did, but then his Medic suddenly fell, our Spy ran away from him, and when the Heavy turned to look Sniper got him good in the side of his head, and he went down like a giant whale. Sniper screamed at me “Get going, ya bloody piker!†(for a skinny guy that smoked, he had some great lungs) and I started running again. The RED Sniper tried to take me on, but two shots of my Scattergun and he dropped his fuckin’ gun, and another shot to his ugly skinny face killed him. “Yeah, how’d ya like that, tough guy?†I asked his corpse as I passed it, and ran across into their base. I almost ran straight into their Demo - chucklehead was running ‘round with a fuckin’ frying pan! I totally knew what I was doing though and shot like hell, and I even got him in the nuts. He just screamed, all squeaky and girly, and tried to hit me. But I was outta ammo, so I grabbed my bat, “Batta SWING!†and his head caved in, brains all over the place as he collapsed. I gave my bat a quick shake to get the last bits of zombie food off, switched it for my Scattergun and reloaded while it was quiet. I could hear explosions in the courtyard, and decided to grab my Bonk! real quick. I downed it all in one shot and ran out. Good thing I drank it; the Sentry was right outside and sitting near the steps, and as soon as I came out it pointed at me and fired like nuts. The bullets didn’t even fuckin’ touch me, and as I got to the staircase it changed targets and I heard Demo scream. There wasn’t no point checkin’ on him, I heard Medic yell as well. Those two were a great battle combo, I’d seen some nasty shit done with them Ubered. I pretty much flew down the stairs, jumping my way down and running into the wall at the bottom. Didn’t even hurt. I bounced off, checked their Intel room and it was completely empty ‘cept for the floating suitcase. Turned out their only defence’d been their Engie, so I ran in and grabbed the Intel no probs. Running out was a bit trickier. Soon as I was outta the room, something exploded and everything went to shit for a sec. When I could see straight again, I was on my back, the Intel was a few feet away and the RED Soldier was giving me a shit-eating smirk. “Nice try, Cupcake,†he said, loading another rocket, “But if you think you can get away with our Intel, you’re as dumb as you look.†He pointed his rocket launcher at me, and just as he fired again I fuckin’ moved. The rocket flew right over my head as I kicked off the wall and shot forward. I got one hand around his ankle, and he pointed his launcher down. “Are you fuckin’ stupid?†I yelled, and he actually stopped for a sec. That was all I needed. I pulled his ankle, twisted round and (I still dunno how) kicked his knees in from behind. He screamed and went down, dropping his rocket launcher next to my head and almost blowing us up when it went off and sent the Intel flying in the explosion. “I got it, I got it!†I shouted, and grabbed the suitcase’s handle as it flew. It was moving so fast it almost pulled my shoulder out, but it didn’t matter. I just jumped up and ran again. I heard Soldier scream at me from behind, but like fuck was I gonna stop for him. I ran up the spiral, bouncin’ off the walls as I heard rockets explode behind me again. At the top I grabbed a health bottle, my ribs were really sore. Might’ve been the Demo from a while ago. Whaddaya know, frying pans aren’t shit after all. I dropped through the hole in the floor and stopped in the hay for a sec to down the medi-shit. It was grey and tasted like crap (Medic told us once it was some kinda liquid Medigun, but like I listened to him), but my ribs felt better right away. I heard a splash from the battlements, and ran down towards the sewer. I didn’t even make it to the stairs though; ran straight into our Pyro. “Mumbles!†I got up again and grabbed his hand to help him up. I dunno what Pyro even is, but calling him a guy makes things easier. “Man, we gotta move. RED Soldier’s on my ass, let’s go!†I tried pulling him with me, but my hand slipped off his glove. “Fuck man, you okay?†Pyro was covered in blood. He looked down at himself, and gave me a thumbs-up. “Rrt’s RRD Scrrt’s,†he said. “...RED Scout’s? Alright, nice job!†He just shook his head and hugged his flamethrower tighter. I frowned. Something was up. “Yo Pyro, you alright?†“Srrmfrrng’s rrrrng,†he said, but I think that was only the start; he suddenly turned and raised his flamethrower all scared-like. “Scrrt, RRRN!†he yelled, and I knew exactly what he was saying this time, cos the RED Soldier was back, and he didn’t look happy. I spun on the spot and headed for the sewers. I was halfway down when I saw my RED clone, all burnt and dead on the stairs, but that didn’t stop me stepping on him and falling into the water, and oh shit I swallowed some! I got up again and started coughin’, but then I heard a shotgun fire overhead and Mumbles screamed. I just swore, grabbed the Intel again and ran like fuck. I got halfway down when I heard the Soldier, but I was past the little dry spot with the blinking shit, and some of it stopped blinking when the rocket blew it up. “Hey, someone!†I yelled, my voice echoing in the giant tunnel. “A little help here!†Another rocket exploded and I stopped and looked back, and Soldier was right there at the corner, pointing his rocket launcher at me. “Game over, maggot!†he screamed, and fired. I jumped away without thinking, and I felt the explosion hit me and flip me over (fuck, my hat fell off) and I did a bellyflop into the water. I didn’t wait for it to stop hurting, didn’t even go looking for where the Intel landed; I just started kicking. I was halfway across when there was another explosion, and I got thrown again. I flew outta the water and saw someone BLU in the sewer before my gut ran into the edge of the tunnel. Knocked the wind right outta me, but I still heard a fuckin’ loud shot and Soldier’s scream as he died. Someone grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me up, and I landed on my hands and knees as I tried to breathe again. “You alright, mate?†I’d know that dumb accent anywhere. “Sniper?†It came out like shit cos I still couldn’t breathe, but like that would stop me. “The fuck you doin’ down here, man? Ain’t you supposed to be playing Whack-A-Mole with ‘em up top?†He didn’t answer me. I looked up at him, and he had his hat over his heart. I saw him do that all the time, but usually he had a smug-ass grin on his face. Right now he was serious as shit, and it wasn’t exactly reassuring. “Sniper?†I tried to push myself up, but my ribs suddenly hurt real bad, and I lost all my breath again. “Shit...†barely came out at all, but I managed to get another lungful and call out “MEDIC!†“Doc ain’t coming, Scout.†I looked up at Croco-dick again. “What, so he died?†I got off my knees (concrete really hurts to kneel on) and sat on my ass. “No probs, I can wait.†Sniper – did he just sigh at me? “You’re gonna be waiting a long time, mate.†He said it all quiet, and that made my paranoia-meter go off like a fuckin’ siren. “Why? What’s going on?†He didn’t answer properly. “You see the RED Solly over there?†he asked, pointing with his rifle at the other sewers. I looked up and, yeah, I could see him. Still on his back, and my money was on him having a nice neat hole in his face, and the back of his head painting the walls. “Yeah, what about him?†Snipes looked at his watch again. “’S been almost two minutes.†“The fuck? That can’t be right, his body’s still here. We always get picked up in less than a minute...†My mouth stopped, but my brain didn’t. Wait a sec. I thought hard, staring at Soldier the entire time, and...what was the phrase Engie used? I felt gears turnin’, even if they did it pretty fuckin’ slow. “So, wait...if it’s been more than two minutes now...†“Three.†“Then...then he ain’t getting picked up. He ain’t coming back, is he?†My guts went ice cold. “No-one is.†Sniper nodded, and even though his voice was quiet, it felt like he was screaming at me. “They terminated our contracts. They turned off Respawn.â€
I'm flattered you like my writing! I hope I can continue to please. As to your fic, I'm really enjoying the characterizations so far; top notch work! I've got a big soft spot for Scout, and this is very well written. I eagerly await this story's continuation!
This is turning out a fair bit longer than I originally expected it. I only intended it to be a short story, but I can see at least another chapter or two ahead of me. But this is awesome fun, and people like it, so it continues! ~ For probably the first time since I got signed up, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I opened my mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out so I kept shutting it. After a bit, Sniper decided to talk a bit. I guess he just wanted to get rid of the silence. “Here, lemme help you up.†He offered me his hand, and I grabbed it and stood up. I almost fell straight back down cos fuck, my ribs really hurt now. Sniper grabbed me under my shoulders to try and keep me up, then grabbed my bag and put the strap over his head. “Come on, there’s a health pack round the corner.†Sniper ain’t no good at talking, really. We started walking, and I kicked my feet so the splashing would stop the fuckin’ dead quiet coming back. Didn’t work, so I tried opening my mouth instead. “So how many of ‘em are dead?†“Four REDs, far as I know; Heavy, Medic, Solly ‘n’ their Sniper. And fer BLUs, our Heavy and Medic. You find any more?†“Their Scout, our Pyro, maybe their Engie and both Demos.†Snipes grunted as he threw my bag down and dropped me on the dry concrete. I was more manly and didn’t even make a noise when my ass landed hard and shook up my ribs. “I saw our Soldier dead inside our base when I came down, “ Kanga-man said, “but I saw the RED Pyro’s head nearby, so at least ‘e’s dead too.†I tried counting them off on my fingers. “So that’s... eight REDs? And... five BLUs?†I tried smiling, but it didn’t feel right. “That’s good, isn’t it? We outnumber ‘em.†“Maybe, maybe not. Take yer shirt off.†“What?†I turned round and got rib-stabbed again. “Aargh, fuck...†“Pure genius, mate.†“Shut the fuck up,†came out like a whisper cos I lost my breath again, but I still took my shirt off. I put it down next to me, and Sniper passed me a bottle of medi-shit from the health pack he grabbed. I held my arms up for him as he grabbed the bandages. “So who’s that leave for us? You, me...†“Truckie and the Spook.†Fuck, Sniper’s arms are long. He ain’t even sitting right behind me and he can touch his hands way in front of me. “But the last RED is a Spy too, so we’re gonna have to be bloody careful.†“Yeah, true that.†He pulled the bandages real tight, and when my ribs stabbed me again it felt like they stabbed my guts too. “Waitwaitwait GET THE FUCK OFFA ME!†I tried punching him behind me, and I managed to whack him I dunno where. He yelled and fell backwards, and I got up and ran a couple meters away from him. “How the fuck do I know you ain’t a Spy? You just coulda killed our Sniper!†The guy in fronta me just rubbed his face. One of his glasses things was cracked now. He took ‘em off and looked at them, and when he stood up he looked kinda pissed off. “Well, first of all, ya broke me aviators.†“Ya coulda stolen those too!†I yelled, but now I wasn’t sure he was a Spy at all. I just wanted him to prove it first. “True, but they ain’t worth it. Second thing, why would a Spy go an’ heal you?†I couldn’t think of an answer for that, and he gave that stupid little sideways smirk that only covered half his face. “Thirdly, grab me arm. Let’s see if I’m wearing a disguise or not.†I moved faster than he thought, and I slapped him real hard across the hand. I even made him flinch (fuck yeah, stupid baby), but nothing else happened. “Alright then, you ‘appy now?†he asked, sitting back down. “You gonna let me fix y’up?†“...fine.†I sat back down, being a bit careful at least, and Snipes picked up right where he’d left off. “Ain’t you gonna see if I’m a Spy either?†“Ya just slapped me. Counts as an attack, and if ya’d been wearing a disguise it woulda been wrecked.†He pulled the bandages hard and tied ‘em off. He handed me the liquid shit again, and I drank it all in one hit. The bandages started soaking into my chest when I drank it. It felt creepy as all fuck, and made me wanna scratch it real bad, but I managed not to and watched as they disappeared. Didn’t even leave a mark. I stood up and twisted my chest carefully. Almost didn’t hurt at all. “Nice job, Snipes,†I said. “Didn’t know you could do that.†“Ain’t that hard, mate. Ya coulda done it yerself given half a tick.†He put his aviators in his pocket, grabbed his huge-ass knife and looked at me like he was asking me somethin’. “Ready to go?†he said out loud. I grabbed my bag, threw it back on and got my bat out. Still kinda red, but I splashed it in the sewer water for a bit and the blood came right off. “Fuck yeah,†I said. I grinned again; it wasn’t happy, but it felt right. “Let’s go bash some fuckin’ RED head in.†Sniper grinned weird again and walked in fronta me. I watched for a sec, then decided to let him go (guy’s never first for anything, he can have this one) and quickly caught up. I decided to walk backwards, make sure no French queer-ass gays could catch me by surprise. So kinda my fault I ran into Sniper and almost made him stab me. He just sighed again and made the ‘shut the fuck up’ sign before he started walking up the stairs. Walking upstairs backwards was kinda tricky when you weren’t lookin’, so I went up ‘em sideways; I could keep an eye on Sniper and our backs that way. He stopped again at the top, and moved against the wall. I copied him and put my back to the wall. My grip on my bat was so tight my fingers were turnin’ white. He moved out a little, musta been making sure there wasn’t nobody doing the same on the other side of the door, and ran out. He moved fast for an old guy, but I caught up with him no probs. I looked around as we slowed to a walk. Sniper was right, Soldier’s body was here too. At least, pieces of it were. They were all over the place, and all mixed together with the RED Pyro’s. It was really gross. Poor fuckers musta gotten gibbed together. I looked away, out the doors, and hey, I could see the bridge from here. I stopped for a sec, just to see what I could see, and what I saw was the RED Medic lying on his back. I could even see his face, and it didn’t look pretty. Not cos he was ugly (he actually didn’t look half-bad for a really old guy – I ain’t gay, just tellin’ the truth) but cos he looked fuckin’ terrified, and in a lotta pain. “Fuckin’ shit...†Sniper looked back at me, and I realised I’d said that out loud. “Just, ah, just thinking. ‘Bout shit.†He checked where I’d been looking, and pulled a face. “Yeah, that ain’t a good way to go. Last thing poor bastard knew was a stab in the back. I’d rather die facing me enemy head-on.†I gave him a Look. “Dude, you shoot at people from like a hundred yards away, how is that face to face?†“It don’t count if you can see their eyes. And anyway,†he stabbed the air in fronta him just in case, “I’m talking real-dead, not Respawn-dead. Come on.†We passed the hole in the roof to the Respawn room. Neither of us could get back in that way, but it still had a metal door over it now. “Oh, shit.†“What, what?†I asked, looked back ahead at Sniper. “What happened?†He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, and put his hat over his heart again. I came up beside him and saw the problem. Bits and pieces of metal were all over the place, but I didn’t work out it was a sentry ‘til I saw one of its rockets near my foot. Engie was only a few metres from us. He still had his robo-hand, and it had blood all over it and some cloth stuck in the fingers, so he musta put up a fuckin’ nice fight before he got shot in the guts. “Oh, no,†a voice mumbled, and it took me a second to realise it’d been mine. “Oh man, he didn’t deserve that.†I looked up at Sniper, and he was fuckin’ shaking. He slowly put his hat back on, and I could see finger-marks left on it. “Goddamn Spy,†he said. His voice was completely flat, but that was even scarier than if he’d been yelling or growling. I’d never seen Sniper get really properly angry before, and right now I realised I didn’t wanna. “When I get my hands on him he’ll bloody wish he’d died already.†He walked off right then, and I just watched him go. I was so not gonna get in his way. I even wanted to fuckin’ help him. Engie’d been like the dad I always wanted, and seeing him on the floor with a fuckin’ connect-the-dots on his stomach made me wanna vomit or scream or just curl up and die all at the same time. Engie had been the one that everyone liked and that liked everyone, he’d been the only person that could see somethin’ good about the Frog; he was the guy we could all fall back on if we needed a hand or a drinking partner or pretty much anything. This was just fucking wrong. I dunno how long I ended up just standing there staring at him, but I finally realised my eyes were wet (I wasn’t crying! I ain’t a fucking girl! It was just sweat). I wiped them dry with the back of my hand, and started walking. I was halfway up the wooden steps going up to the downstairs when I heard the gunshots. It wasn’t Sniper’s rifle, either. I didn’t even need Bonk! then. I fuckin’ flew.
PLE-E-E-ASE update this again soon! I'm seriously on the edge of my seat. Need more...!
I do not have a problem with more chapters. Another marvelous installment - I look forward to your next update!
Oh man, now the author of 'Why The Rainbows Make Me Cry' likes me! This keeps getting better and better! Okay, I'm thinking this might be second-last. Enjoy the accents! ~ I was down the stairs so fast I didn’t even touch ‘em, span round the corner and skidded to a stop in front of the far door, where you could see the Intel right away. Door was open, Intel was floating in its normal spot, and apart from a shitload of blood I couldn’t see anything outta the ordinary. I walked in real slow, pulling out my gun again and trying not to make a noise. I was almost inside the room when I noticed a pair of feet sticking out from the far side of the desk. Dude’s shoes were tiny, really black and fancy, and as soon as I saw ‘em I knew our Spy was dead, and then I finally noticed all the blood on the ground was in a huge line leading over to him. “Fuckin’ RED,†I mumbled, and cos I couldn’t see no-one on that side of the room, I jumped in and fired the other way. The bullets just hit the wall. That half of the room was empty too, cept for a Dispenser that was sitting right next to me, and started healing me right away, and Sniper’s body on the floor. He had a buncha holes in him too; two in the gut and one in the front-and-side of his head, right near that scar fuckin’ RED Spy gave him. I couldn’t see the other side of Sniper’s head, but I could see what was meant to be inside it was all over the floor behind him. I could still feel the Dispenser’s warmth, but that didn’t stop the cold creeping outta my belly and all over the rest of me. I put my back against the Dispenser, to stop my legs giving way, and tried not to bring my breakfast back up. I reloaded my scattergun (fuck, my hands were shaking like hell), and the click was so loud it made me jump. But at least now that I’d made noise and moved and junk, doing it again was easy, and I fired like crazy, sending bullets into every corner of the fuckin’ room. I wasn’t gonna let no fuckin’ Eurotrash sneak up on me. When I stopped shooting, the quiet came back way too fast. I felt like firing again just to get rid of it. The quiet was way too creepy, and everyone here knew that if you were in the quiet too long, you started hearing or seeing things that just made it worse: like you might think you see a red dot outta the corner of your eye, or hear the revving up of a minigun, or even a Spy un– Oh fuck. The Spy was right behind me. I turned round fast, and then my brain just kinda shut down for a minute. All I remembered seeing was red and blue and smoke before I heard a gunshot and got kicked in the face and fuck why did my hand hurt? When my brain turned back on, I was lying on my stomach on the ground (fuckin’ sick, our Frog’s blood was soaking into my shirt), someone was sitting on my back and stepping on my left arm and twisting my right behind my back, and my fingers were staring to tingle; but then I realised couldn’t feel my left hand properly, and when I tried to move it I almost screamed, it hurt so bad. I tried turning my head but something hard and wet was put against my neck. “OH SHIT GET THE FUCK OFFA ME YOU FUCKIN’ FREAK!†came outta my mouth before I realised it was his knife. “Calm yourself, petit.†RED Spy sounded a bit like ours, but the RED’s voice was deeper and rougher. “I’m not going to kill you.†Something blew against my ear and I smelt smoke. “Not if you listen to what I ‘ave to say.†“I ain’t gonna fuckin’ listen, not to you!†I yelled, and I could taste the blood on the ground. “You’re a fuckin’ psychopath, you fuckin’ knew Respawn don’t work and you still killed Engie and Sniper!†I could feel my eyes watering again, and when I opened ‘em I could see the back of Sniper’s head, and my voice cracked. “Get the fuck offa me so I can fuckin’ kill you!†“Non. You will listen, or I will kill you ‘ere and now.†I closed my eyes again and tried to turn my head over so I wouldn’t have to look at Sniper. Spy put his knife on my neck again as a warning, and I bit my lip to not cry out when I moved my fingers by accident. “Lemme up first, then,†I said, and I sounded like a pissed-off mutt. “I ain’t gonna listen to ya when you’re makin’ me lie in BLU blood.†After a few seconds, he did. Maybe he decided I wasn’t a threat. I’d be pissed off at him for thinkin’ that if I wasn’t fuckin’ sore. He walked around a bit as I checked out my hand. Somehow he’d managed to put a nice neat hole right in the fuckin’ middle of my palm. I looked around for my weapons, but the Spy’d thrown ‘em down the hall, and right now he was sitting on the Dispenser with his big fancy gun in his hands, so it felt like a bad idea to go running for mine. I took one last quick look at Sniper, then did a one-eighty and faced the door I’d come in by. “So ya wanted me to listen, I’m listening,†I said to Spy, making sure he knew how pissed off I was by my face. “So start fuckin’ talking.†“Your language skills are as charming as always,†he said, real sarcastic. He took another big drag of his cigarette and threw it away, and when he went fishin’ for another he started talking. “I would like to say in my defence zat Sniper was ze one ‘oo prompted ze fight between us.†That just made me scowl. ‘Sniper started it...’ That was a fuckin’ kid’s excuse. He kept talking (his accent’s fuckin’ annoying). “If I ‘ad not, ‘e would have killed me first.†“Yeah, like that’s a fuckin’ huge loss.†I took off my wraps and wriggled forward a bit to try and get some Dispenser beams on me. “Do not forget who the one with the weapon is in zis room.†He pointed his gun at me to make his point. “Do not interrupt me again, s’il vous plait.†I decided that shutting my mouth for once might be a good idea if I wanted to see Ma again. But I still made sure I looked fuckin’ annoyed. “Your Spy was not actually my fault. Ze poor man killed ‘imself.†“What?†I couldn’t help it. All the anger turned into disbelief. “Like fuck would he off himself!†“You are just a Scout. You could not understand ‘ow it feels, watching someone’s life drip and fade in one simple pull of ze trigger, watching ze light disappear from zeir shocked eyes as you pull ze knife out of zeir ‘eart...†The sick fucker smiled, and it was fuckin’ real. “C’est magnifique.†I felt like I needed a shower after listening to that. “That’s fuckin’ sick, man.†“Zat’s my job. And ‘is. And while I adored it, ‘e decided ‘e couldn’t take it anymore.†He took a long drag on his cigarette, and for a second he actually looked sad. I looked back over at what I could see of Spy’s body (only up to his knees), and for the first time in like, ever, I felt sorry for him. “’e took ze easy way out,†Chilli-Frog mumbled. “Je se manquerais...†He put one hand on his neck, on the edge of his mask, and I finally decided to take a good look at him. He was a-okay physically, but his oh-so-perfect suit was a fuckin’ mess. His sleeves were burnt and thready up to his elbows, his gloves were missing, his shoes and most of his pants were covered in blood, and his main jacket had a buncha huge slashes across it that meant I could see his belly (he don’t have a bad body, either. Still not gay). I think he noticed me staring, but he ignored it. “We are ze last two men left on zis base,†he said quietly. “Zere is no point fighting anymore.†Funny thing was, I kinda agreed with him. I still hated him, I still wanted to kill him, but... it kinda felt like it could wait. “So what do we do now?†I said, rubbing my left hand. The hole was gone, but the Dispenser musn’t’ve done it right, cos it was still sore. “The way my – our teammates died was quite unceremonious.†Of course a Spy wouldn’t answer straight. “It feels wrong to leave zem scattered all over ze base.†He blew a puff of smoke away from me and went for another cigarette. “I was considering finding all my teammates and laying zem on ze battlements, as one last act of kindness.†I almost snorted at the thought of a Spy being ‘kind’, but when I looked away I saw BLU Spy’s blood, and my smile died. “Yeah, that’s...that’s not a bad idea,†kinda fell outta my mouth. The Frog actually did smile that time, but it was kinda small and tired. It made him look real old under the mask. “I was ‘oping I may receive some assistance,†he said. It was a sentence, but he made it sound like a question. It took me a minute to make up my mind, but eventually I nodded. “Alright, yeah. I’ll help.†Spy smiled again (his face didn’t wrinkle right, he mustn’t do it enough), but I help up a hand. “Woah, woah, I got some conditions first.†“Very well. I presume one is to help you with your own team?†“Yeah.†He nodded, like not doing it would just be mean. Probably would, some of the guys were freakin’ heavy. Oh, wait. “Shit, how’re we gonna carry the Heavies?†“Zat is why I chose ze battlements. Both Heavies are already there.†“Oh, right. That’s smart.†He nodded again, and he threw his cigarette away (fuck, he goes through ‘em fast). “What are your ozzer conditions?†“Huh? Oh, I only got one.†I leaned back on my hands, and regretted it right away when BLU Spy’s blood soaked into my wraps. “You gotta show me your face.†He got bonus points for not moving a single muscle on it. “Afterwards, when we ‘ave gazzered everyone.†My turn to nod. “Fair enough.†I stood up, and he hopped off the Dispenser. We didn’t talk after that. Not for ages. There just wasn’t anything to say.
This is probably gonna be the final chapter, unless someone wants an epilogue. Could be cos I'm a bleeding heart, could be cos I've been channeling Scout a bit too long at 1am for five nights straight, but I was in tears when I wrote this. So enjoy! ~ We took Sniper and Spy first, cos they were already here. RED Spy grabbed Snipes and pretty much just threw the guy over his shoulder. I just stared at my Spy for a sec. Looked like he really had shot himself. He had blood coming out of his mouth; it was open and I could see the concrete through it. Woulda been kinda funny if it didn’t make me wanna vomit. I picked him up, but for a skinny guy he was heavy. I couldn’t put him on my shoulder like the other Spy had, so I threw his arms over my shoulders and gave him a piggy-back. The bad Spy didn’t smile (but at least he grabbed Sniper’s hat). We just started walking. It was funny, we both went for the courtyard stairs. Guess we both knew it would be easier. We had to go slow, cos dead Spy was damn heavy, and felt like he got even heavier every step up I went. Bad Spy just kept waitin’ on me which, to be totally honest, was kinda nice of him, I s’pose. We got to the top and I could see Engie’s body again. He hadn’t moved, which was kind of a relief (cos then he wasn’t sufferin’ with a polka-dot stomach) but mostly not (cos, ya know, he’s dead-dead). Livin’ Spy looked down at him, and I could see his face a bit; he didn’t look happy, but we walked down the wooden steps and past him without talking. Soldier and RED Pyro’s bits were still all over the place, and Bad Spy made this real grossed-out noise when he saw ‘em. Totally bet that noise meant “Onhonhon, fuck this shit, now I gotta sort out freakin’ blown-up body parts and what the fuck did that bit even do, petty shoe-floorâ€, cos apart from the faggoty French-shit that’s what I was thinkin’ too. We got out to the battlements and he was right, the Heavies were both there, right at the ends of the bridge. His had a nice neat hole in his face, and mine was covered in blood and bullets. If I had to choose, I’d rather go down like mine did, cos at least you’d know you were properly dead. We put the guys down on either side of him, real gently. I looked over at Fucker Spy on Heavy’s right and saw him put Sniper’s hat on his chest, over his heart, before he walked off. I looked back down at my Spy, and reached down to pull his mask off, but Bad Spy poked my hand offa him with his foot, and when I looked up at him he gave me this ‘Don’t you even fuckin’ think about it’ look, and I followed him back inside. Spy walked straight past the bloody mess and back to the courtyard. Before he could touch Engie, I ran in front and started pulling him up by myself. I put his arms over my shoulders again, but Engie was a lot heavier than I ever thought he’d be, and I couldn’t lift him up properly. Spy started coming over to help me, but I gave him a ‘this was your fault so you don’t get to fuckin’ help’ glare and he stopped, and I started dragging Engie on my own. The tips of his boots still trailed along the ground, but I didn’t need no fuckin’ Spy’s help carrying him. By the time I got back to the others, my legs were wobbling and my back was killing me. I put Engie back down next to Sniper, and even managed to do it gently. I felt kinda proud of myself, in a really sad way. I stood up straight and stretched my back, and Spy put Engie’s helmet on his heart too. He looked back over at his own battlements, then back at me, and we got to work there. The RED Medic was easy, so Spy did him on his own. Apart from his face you wouldn’t know anything was wrong from the front. He put the body on Heavy’s left, and put their hands together. While he started makin’ Heavy look normal, I walked inside and right away spotted Mumbles’ body. He had blood on his mask, and I’m pretty sure it was his. He was in one piece, though, so I grabbed him and let him ride on me back to our side. I put him down next to Engie; those two had been like best friends. I almost tried to take his mask off as well, but stopped myself. If I couldn’t take Spy’s, I really couldn’t take Pyro’s. RED Spy was waiting for me, and we went into the courtyard on his side. His Engie looked like a pincushion, my Demo’s armour jacket was torn to shit and my Medic had made it right to the other end of the hall before he’d died. Spy grabbed his Hard-hat and carried him over his shoulder as well, but he looked like running past him too fast would make him fall over. I looked down at Demo, and shit, I’d never realised how big he was ‘til right now. Dude had a chest like a fuckin’ barrel, and it made it real hard to give him a ride. I ended up throwing one of his arms over my shoulder and dragging him along. How the hell was he not as heavy as Engie? Hay and shit got stuck to Demo’s boots as I dragged him along, and I could feel stuff getting stuck in my socks too. One of his hands was dangling on the ground, but I couldn’t grab it without dropping the rest of him. But then Spy came back, saw I wasn’t doing so good and helped right away. He’s a bit taller than me, but not enough that him throwing Demo’s arm over his shoulder and carrying him too was hard. It felt weird walking Demo like this. It was like he was just out cold from boozing. And thinking that made it hard to swallow. We put him down next to Spy, cos someone had to be there, and Demo sometimes shared beer with him. Then back across the bridge and into RED base. I jerked my head at the sewers when Spy tried to follow me to my doc, and he nodded and went down. I wonder if he knew my clone was there, or if he was just going cos he trusted me. I found Medic; he was lying on his stomach, and when I rolled him over he had a huge chunk of his neck missing. Carved out by a shovel, I think; confirmed when I saw it lying nearby, abandoned and crispy. Medic was actually pretty light. Shouldn’ta surprised me, really. He was old and kinda tall, but almost as skinny as Sniper. He was easy to carry (but oh god, his head kept bouncing around, shit), and when I got out the doors Spy’d caught up with me. He was carrying my clone like a girl in his arms, and when I saw him looking like burnt toast, it didn’t feel good. Other Scout was like, the only person that played ball with me, and even though he was a Yankee he wasn’t half bad. Spy put his Scout down on the far left, but I put Medic down next to Demo. Seeing ‘em next to each other, for once not fightin’ about Demo’s drinking problem or the pole up Medic’s ass, kinda made me smile, even if I couldn’t swallow again. And back into RED base. Upstairs again. His Demo was lying where I’d left him, and my guts did flip-flops when I remembered that he was dead cos of me. Spy took Demo by throwing the guy’s arms over his shoulders and dragging him along. He looked like he was wearing a human cape. I went out to the battlements, and had to stop for a sec just to look at what we’d done. You couldn’t see my guys properly cos of the bridge, but you could see Spy’s just fine, and just lookin’ at ‘em all, the sight of all those poor bastards just lying there, never going to be able to see their ma’s or kids again, of them all not knowing their sons or bro’s or dad’s ain’t coming back... Goddamnit, sweat was getting in my eyes. I looked away from them and grabbed Sniper. He wasn’t tall enough to drag like a cape when I put him over my shoulder like Spy’d done, but he was heavy, and when I got him back downstairs the fuckin’ long way, Spy took him off me and let me try and pop my shoulder back in. While I stretched, I looked down at everyone again, this time trying hard not to think, just countin’. Six REDs, seven BLUs. I only had Soldier left, but he had his Solly and Pyro. Spy looked really grossed out, and started to go across the bridge, but I grabbed his shoulder and pointed down. He just raised an eyebrow at me, and I went back into his base. He followed right behind me as we went down the stairs (oh geeze, more blood. I almost slipped again), through the gross water and past the dry patch. Soldier was still there, but his brains had finished sliding down the walls. I think Spy might’ve stepped in ‘em, judging by his face, but he didn’t look down. Soldier musta been heavier than he looked, cos Spy stumbled when he tried to carry him over one shoulder. I moved closer, Spy lowered the body til he just had an arm over his shoulder, I took the other and we walked again. Between the two of us, we must’ve almost fallen over RED Soldier’s huge feet like a dozen times, but we got him back to the others eventually. Spy put him down next to my clone. I stood back and looked at Spy’s team. He’d put them down in some kinda order, I think. Scout on the far left (my left), then Soldier, Demo, Heavy, Medic, Engie, and Sniper. There was a big hole between Soldier and Demo. Must be for his Pyro. Oh geeze, Pyro. Well, this was gonna be fuckin’ fun. We just stood in the doorway, looking at the body parts everywhere. Neither of us knew where to start, but I think the biggest problem was how we were gonna fuckin’ carry any of it. But then I had an idea. It wasn’t a bad one, either. Spy watched me as I took my bag off, took my shit out and threw it down behind me, and put one of Solly’s arms into my bag. Spy nodded, and almost even smiled. He took his coat off, tied what was left of the sleeves under his right shoulder and over his left like a bag strap, and grabbed the two bits of the bottom to make a little bag, and he put his Pyro’s head in first. We had no idea who half the bits actually belonged to, and I dunno ‘bout him but I didn’t know what half of ‘em did, either. In the end it took us the better part of an hour to get what we wanted, just anything with a piece of team clothing attached to it. Course, that didn’t leave us with a lot, but we both had a head and most of their arms and legs, so at least we had somethin’. Spy started reassembling his Pyro right away, but I put my bag down and rearranged my team a little. I carried Spy over and put him next to Py, then dragged the doc across next to Heavy. I put Demo closer to the big guy, then finally grabbed my bag and put the bits of Solly down where I thought they looked about right. It left a whole fuckin’ yard between his head and his knees, but it looked right, so that was okay. I gave Solly’s foot one last nudge, then stepped back to look at them all properly. I’d put the Frog on the far left, then Mumbles, Engie, Snipes, King Kong, the Doc, Demo and what was left of Soldier. I let all my breath out in one big rush, to try and get rid of the lump in my throat. Didn’t work. I looked behind me at Spy, and he was sitting down at the end of the bridge, just talking. I couldn’t understand him, it was some dumb European language. I looked back at my team, swallowed hard, and tried to think of something to say. “...shit, guys.†Not what I wanted to start with, but when more words came I didn’t try and stop ‘em. “Shit, this isn’t how it was meant to go. We were all meant to, to retire or somethin’, not get shot and blown up and, and killed before we could even go home.†I looked over my friends, one at a time. “Doc, you and Ruski were goin’ to find a place in Italy, just retire and raise a couple dogs or adopt some kids and get married or somethin’. Sniper, you said you were gonna show me how to use that goddamn bow of yours, show off to your ma ‘n’ pa, say sniping was real sweet. You said you’d work stuff out with your pa, what happened to that? Mumbles, you were gonna show us your face, you fuckin’ promised. We even got it down in writing that you would when we retired, and now you’ve gone and died on me, that’s fuckin’ cheatin’.†A laugh escaped my lips, but it was wet. “Engie, you...†I had to take a huge breath to try and make my voice stay straight. “You were gonna teach me how to ride a horse. Ya know, back down in Texas. I was gonna come down on vacation, bring Ma with me. See if you two didn’t get along like we do. “Solly, you wanted to show Demo the Fourth a’ July, and he was always sayin’ he’d make some fireworks when it came back round again, just for us. A whole fuckin’ show, just for you and me, Solly. How awesome would that’ve been?†I couldn’t see straight no more, the tears were in the way, just about ready to fall. I looked at Spy last. “Spy, fuck...no-one knew what you wanted to do. But I always thought you’d wanna go back to France, find some nice blonde, or go to Spain and get a sexy dancer in one a’ those puffy dresses. I didn’t know you’d kill yourself, but...but that ain’t right. You don’t do that, you don’t kill yourself.†I blinked, and felt tears roll down my face. I’d forgotten how bad they tickled. “Why’d ya never talk to us ‘bout it? We woulda helped, we woulda fuckin’ tried.†I just stood there. My shoulders shook a bit, my face was wet and I was sore all over, but I could still feel something else to say. “It don’t feel right. Why’m I the only one left? Compared to you guys I’m only a kid, I don’t know what to do now. You guys were all I had for, what, two, three years? Shit, guys...†I bunched my fists so tight I woulda bled if I didn’t have my hands wrapped. “I’m gonna miss you. Every fuckin’ day, I’m not gonna have you guys, and...†My voice died. Spy put his hand on my shoulder, and we just stood there. We barely even noticed when the siren rang out. Ceasefire. The war was over. And like fuck had we won.
Something's wrong with my heart. What have you done?
Damn you, you made me cry :(
Absolutely wrenching. I love it.
>>13 I'm touched that my love for this made you happy. Didn't think I was that good. I really liked this ending. You made me tear up. I caught a few references to other fan-fictions towards the end. Made me smile. Though, I was kind of expecting one of them to pull something while they carried the bodies, but maybe that's just me thinking that even serious death won't change them. And while I find it unlikely that a Spy, of all classes, would commit suicide, it makes sense with how you put it. I cannot wait to see what else you have to offer the Chan!
>>18 Which fics were referenced? I swear, I kept getting reminded of a few, but for the life of me I can't remember what they were. I seriously loved this. Heartbreaking, and a perfect voice on Scout.
>>19 I ref'd Respawn of the Dead Italy = Venice and a gorgeous Demo/Solly fic that I think has disappeared from the chan Fourth of July. I might've done others as well and forgotten about them later, or not even realised I put them in, so pipe up if you spot more than these, people! And I'm so glad everyone thinks I've done him well, and it's not just me being soft. Thanks y'all, and I'm planning to write more stories in the future. Might even take requests for one-shots.
I don't think this could be more well done. Very good job.
Hello again, everyone! It's been a while since I last posted, but here's a new one-shot for you. Hope it didn't come out wrong. ~~~ BLU Medic’s return to consciousness was not pleasant. He felt dizzy and thirsty, his head felt like it was full of cottonballs, and his limbs felt heavy and cumbersome. He tried to move them nonetheless, to bring his hands up and rub his eyes, but he couldn’t. A vague examination into why revealed his wrists were being held down by his sides. He wriggled his feet, and found the same bondage around his ankles. “Vas...†He tried talking, but even his tongue felt lead-filled and useless, and he could barely manage a single word. Lifting his head was yet beyond him, but he found the energy to turn it, flopping his head against something that was so cold it stung his cheek, and opened his eyes. Everything was ninety degrees off. He frowned for a moment, trying to get his fuzzy mind to work, then realised it wasn’t the world that was askew; it was him. He was lying down on something. He was lying down and tied down. For some inexplicable reason he felt no small satisfaction in working this out so soon after waking up. This was quickly drowned by realisation, and terror fought to rid his mind of the blasted emptiness. He grunted slightly, and just as he turned his head to the other side, slapping the other cheek against the same cold thing – a gurney, fear supplied – a door opened and a blurry figure strode in. Blurry? Damnit, his glasses were gone. “<Ah, you’re finally awake. >†The German flowed easily from the foreign man before him. Medic tried to squint without closing his eyes, and thankfully they did focus slightly. However, all he could see were vague colours; pale skin, a full black uniform and the slight hint of red wrapped around one arm. “<What...>†he mumbled, and upon finding his tongue actually worked, continued, “<What’s going on? Is that you, Spy?>†The new figure chuckled darkly; Medic recognised the sound immediately, and it definitely didn’t belong to either agent of espionage. He’d often heard something similar come out of his own mouth. “Nein,†the RED Medic said, folding his arms neatly behind him. “<I think not.>†An instant rush of terror cleared the rest of the BLU’s mind. It must have shown on his face; his doppelganger sniggered again. “<Does the little mouse remember what happened?>†BLU Medic swallowed slightly, but it did nothing to relieve the sudden dryness in his mouth. “Ja,†he mumbled nervously. Jumping down from the battlements, following his Heavy down to the bridge. Someone had screamed for him, he’d paused and turned his glance away for one second and suddenly Heavy was dead, a Spy was running away. He turned back, drawing his Ubersaw, when a sharp pain hit his shoulder, and thinking suddenly became...became... “<I take it you organised that, then?>†BLU Medic asked. He sensed more than saw the smug grin on the RED’s face. “<Of course.>†He smirked audibly. “<And people think the Support classes are useless.>†Medic frowned. His BLU team valued the three of them – Sniper, Spy and himself – quite highly. Mentioning so, however, seemed a bad idea. “<So what did you do it for?>†he asked, trying to sound bored. “<I can’t imagine it was for something as mundane as a conversation if you have me tied down.>†“<Amazingly, you’re right,>†the RED teased. He circled the man slowly, looking down at the brown-haired BLU through thin-rimmed glasses. “<I orchestrated this because I know something about you.>†He stopped above BLU Medic’s head. “<Something you would almost definitely prefer I didn’t know.>†“<And that would be...?>†BLU asked dully, but now it was so close he was beginning to recognise the black coat, and somehow that made him far more scared. RED Medic didn’t answer. He turned around, a scalpel in one hand. BLU Medic didn’t even blink upon seeing it, but it didn’t relax him either. “<Am I to be your lab rat?>†“<Don’t flatter yourself. I would rather use a rabid half-dead mongrel than you.>†The doppelganger moved around and put the scalpel down near Medic’s ear, and as he leaned over the BLU got a good long look at the emblem on the jacket’s sleeve. And then he recognised it. The RED grinned as his copy’s face went visibly pale. “<You look like you’ve seen a ghost,>†he commented laxly, and put one bare hand down his enemy’s shirtfront. BLU Medic panicked. He thrashed as much as he could, but the bonds around him were tight, and his fruitless efforts were stopped far too easily when the RED put his free hand on the BLU’s throat. “<Behave,>†the RED Medic said idly, almost dismissively, but his dark blue, almost black, eyes were colder than the depths of the ocean. His right hand continued probing, and quickly found its prize. The hand withdrew, and grasped within two fingers, held around the BLU’s neck by a simple strip of leather, was a six-pointed star. Both Medics stared at the small gold pendant, one’s eyes filled with delighted sadism, the other’s with sheer horror. Finally, BLU Medic found his tongue. “<Let go of it, you sick bastard.>†The RED dropped the star and gave the BLU a stinging backhand. “<Is that any way to talk to the man in charge?>†he asked, his tones outright mocking. He grabbed his scalpel, and with his other hand carelessly, viciously tore the BLU’s uniform open. “<Or do you want to learn the hard way?>†BLU Medic’s eyes were locked on the scalpel being played with as casually as one would twiddle a pencil. “<You wouldn’t,>†the younger man said, fear tugging at his words. His doppelganger’s smile was anything but reassuring and kind. “<I’m a sick bastard, remember?>†the Nazi reminded him, and brought the scalpel down. ~ RED Engineer was in his workshop with Sniper, a few doors down from the Infirmary, when the screams began. Both outback men grimaced, and Engie visibly flinched. He looked at the beer in his hand, and put it back down. “Who’s Doc got this time?†he asked, almost casually, certainly hesitantly. “The BLU Medic,†Sniper answered automatically, and when a fresh scream came both men flinched. The Australian looked quite ashamed, and he downed the remaining half of his bottle in one shot. “Tagged ‘im meself,†he mumbled. “I dunno if I should say this, him bein’ our enemy ‘n’ all,†Engie said quietly, leaning back on his stool, “But I feel sorry fer the poor man. Bein’ one’a the Doc’s test subjects sure ain’t a good way to go.†“Agreed.†Sniper stood up, an almost comical stretch from his curled up spot on a low toolbox, and treaded carefully through the Texan’s maze of half-finished projects strewn across the floor. As soon Sniper got his bare hand on the door a fresh scream was let loose. He half-scowled and slammed the door. The thick wood muffled it greatly, and they could now only hear the poor BLU very faintly. Both men sighed, and both would privately admit it was a sound of pity. Sniper waded back to his previous seat and grabbed a fresh beer. “You got a radio, Truckie?†~ The RED Medic dropped his scalpel and stood back, chest heaving, face, hands and SS jacket stained with the blood of his clone. For almost a full minute he looked down at the beaten man, the worthless pile of shit that should now know its place. The RED’s breathing slowed, but his demented smile only widened when he watched the BLU draw a breath racked with sobs. He moved away from the other Medic, towards the door, and pressed the button on the intercom beside it. “I need someone in ze Infirmary, bitte,†he said. He looked back at the man strapped to his gurney. “I have some rubbish zat I require assistance viz.†~ “Cannot find him!†the BLU Heavy cried out, his rough words mixed with frustration and fear. The allied Spy and Demoman stood beside him, the former hiding ragged pants under his normal cool façade, which even he had let slip. “Doktor is not in barracks!†“The battlements and Intelligence room have also been thoroughly examined,†Soldier reported. He was holding his stoic outlook, as well as the BLU Engineer’s hand quite tightly. “Medic is nowhere to be found on the battlefield.†“We checked all over the fields and out near the farm and shit,†Scout supplied, shivering as he came down from his Bonk!. Sniper and Pyro stood behind him, the latter two having been driving in the Australian’s car in search of their doctor beyond the fields. “But Doc ain’t nowhere.†Spy took a deep drag on his cigarette to steady his nerves. “Zis leaves very little in ze way of options,†he noted. “Option one —†“Respawn failed,†Engineer finished, earning a glare from the Frenchman and duly ignoring it. “But since that’s only happened once-†(Sniper glared this time, rubbing his scarred cheek self-consciously) “-I don’ think that very likely.†“Option deux,†Spy continued, “Is zat ‘e has been withdrawn from ze battlefield wizzout our notice.†“Is not possible,†Heavy rumbled certainly. “Doktor was best member of team.†He paused for a second, stumbling over his limited vocabulary. “Most useful,†he decided on. “If BLU wants us to win, is stupid to take away advantage.†“Rrrr thrrrs thrrr rrrnry rrpshnnns?†Pyro asked. To most it was only noise, but months of his presence had attuned the mercenaries to his garbled speech. “I can think of one,†Sniper growled darkly, and looked pointedly over his shoulder. Behind them, across the bridge and pitch-black sewer water, was the farmhouse façade of their enemies, the RED base. The BLU team looked up at it, long shadows cast by the lights of their cement-covered base. “I saw the enemy Sniper take a shot at Medic before I could get to him. Didn’t see if it killed him; he had the bloody dart gun.†There was a pause as everyone thought this over. “Soo, what yer sayin’,†Demo said loudly, slightly vague and slurred, “Is tha’ the BLUs’ve gone and kidnapped our Medic?†Sniper shrugged. “Might’ve.†Spy nodded. “Zat would be option trois.†Demo nodded slowly. His grip adjusted on the bottle’s neck, turning into a backhanded hold, ready to swing with. “LET’S GET ‘EM!†he roared, and would have run straight across the bridge if Sniper and Pyro hadn’t grabbed his arms when he passed them. “Thrrrt’s rr dmmm rrdrrr,†Pyro scolded. “Yrrr’ll jrrrs grrrt krrrrrd.†“Boy’s right, Demo,†Engie said. “Y’all can’t jus’ run in there like a wild dog an’ expect ‘em to tell you anythin’. That might not even be right, anyhow.†Demo glowered, but he stopped trying to wrestle out of his allies’ grips, and they let him go. Soldier stepped forward and spoke. “We canNOT accept one of our own being held captive by those RED bastards!†He banged his shovel emphatically against his helmet as he continued, “We oughta show those spineless MAGGOTS what happens when you MESS WITH BLU!†“Did y’all even listen to me?†Engie asked in exasperation. “We don’ even know if they do have the Doc, ya can’t invade during Ceasefire –†“Do not need to invade,†Heavy said suddenly. The BLUs all looked at him at once. “And why is zat?†Spy asked coldly. Then the men saw the Russian was staring at the bridge, and turned. Stumbling across the worn, bullet-riddled wood were two men. One was acting as a leaning post for the taller one, who could barely drag one black boot in front of the other. In the shadow of the bridge’s roof, the two could barely be made out, but as they drew closer and into the light of the BLU base, two figures bathed in scarlet. The RED Scout looked up earnestly, struggling under the weight of the bedraggled, bloodstained BLU Medic. The scene froze for a moment, as uncertainty set in. Finally, Sniper (who was closest to the bridge) stepped forward, and the German was gingerly handed over. The bushman could see long, erratic cuts all over the Medic’s chest, but with blood oozing from every single one there really wasn’t any way to see them clearly. “You fucking asswipe!†BLU Scout charged forward, and Demo and Soldier cheered as he tackled the startled RED to the ground and grabbed the front of his shirt. “The fuck did you do to our Doc?!†“What the fuck are you talking about?†RED Scout yelled back. “Those are knife marks, shit-for-brains! What, ya think I go around snatching docs and raping ‘em with scalpels, do ya?!†“How should I know, you fuckin’ REDs are all shit-eating cockfags! You probably do all sortsa crazy shit in your fuckin’ farm!†BLU Scout drew one hand back to throw a punch, but Pyro caught his wrist. “Grrt rrrf hrrm.†“Fuck no! Leggo of me!†Scout tried tugging his wrist free, but Pyro increased his grip, and Scout almost swore – he was sure he felt bone scraping under his skin. “Grrt. Rrf. Hrrm.†Pyro let go, and Scout complied, rubbing his wrist as he clambered off his clone. In thanks, RED Scout kicked and accidentally missed BLU Scout’s stomach. “Fuck you, queer-ass,†the Bostonian snarled, then rolled over and clambered to his feet. He was off ridiculously fast, but still threw back a one-fingered salute before he ran into his own base. Silence fell, punctuated only by Scout’s high mumbles of pain and insults directed at RED Scout’s mother. “Well, now that’s over with,†Sniper said. He nodded at Heavy. The giant came over and picked up his Doktor, holding him in his thick arms like a groom would a bride. “Let’s get Doc to the Infirmary,†Sniper directed, taking charge, and the nine mercenaries moved hurriedly back towards the barracks. For once, Scout was last. Engineer walked alongside him, and neither said a word. ~ Through the slowly thinning shroud of unconscious, BLU Medic could hear people talking. It echoed in his head slightly, but since he couldn’t yet move the only other option was to listen. “Y’all think he’ll be alright?†“Doktor is strong. Can survive much more than team gives credit for.†“True that. And none of it was life-threatening, just bloody messy.†A long silence, then a soft sigh. “He didn’t deserve that...†Medic tried breathing more deeply, and gave a faint, surprised grunt at the sudden blossom of pain that started on his chest, near his heart, and shot through his body. He heard movement around him, and felt large hands wrap around his bare left. “Doktor?†a deep voice rumbled, and at recognising the voice the German slowly opened his eyes. It was mostly a blurry mess; still no glasses. But he could see a great deal of blue, which was more reassuring than anything else would have been. The largest blue patch sat on his left, holding his hand in fingerless gloves. A second patch, topped with yellow, sat further back on his right, but was rising to its feet. The third patch was standing at the end of his bed, and approached quickly. “Doktor?†the low voice repeated, and Medic turned his gaze left. “...Heavy?†The word came out low, rasping, and made him cough. The yellow-topped figure quickly bustled around, and as Heavy helped him into a sitting position (a process slowed by intense chest pain) Engineer came back with a glass in one hand. Medic brought one arm up to accept it, but his grip was so weak he almost dropped it straight away. Engineer handed the glass to Heavy, and Medic gladly allowed the Russian to help him drink. “How’re y’all feeling, Doc?†Engie asked. He was wringing his odd hands; an old nervous habit. Medic tried to shrug, but the tug across his front made him wince. “...like zis is ze vorst day of mein life,†he mumbled, and accepted another mouthful. “Vhere am I now?†he asked quietly. “Back in our base, in the Infirmary,†Sniper supplied, putting his hat back on his head. Medic nodded vaguely. “Und... vhat happened?†He hadn’t expected the three men to look at each other, to avoid looking at him entirely. Sniper answered again. “’s far as we know, the RED doc snatched ya and had a go at ya with his knife.†He pulled his hat lower on his face. “We were hopin’ you’d tell us if there was anything more to it.†The doctor racked his fuzzy memory, but apart from a few snippets of German...â€Nein.†He drew another deep breath, and his teammates winced in sympathy as he groaned in pain. “Vas ist...†he mumbled, then switched to English. “Did ze ozzer Medic do somezing to me?†The reaction was again unexpected. Heavy gently squeezed Medic’s hand, his face turned away and deathly serious; Sniper fixed his hat and gestured at Engie vaguely as he turned away; and Engineer flushed and rambled, “Now, we didn’t know what to do here, so we just went and patched you up best we could, cos we thought if it went wrong there was always Respawn in the mornin’, and Sniper is a fine hand with a needle...†Medic held one hand up, and Engie fell silent. The firm, somber look Medic gave the Texan was only slightly ruined by his need to squint. “I need mein glasses,†he said sternly. “Und Heavy, help me out of bed, bitte.†As a spare pair of his round glasses was handed over, and the sheets pulled back to show his white briefs and pale legs, Medic could constantly feel a deep, cold emptiness sitting around his stomach. He couldn’t remember the previous few hours properly, but what he could involved screaming, terror, maniacal laughter from the RED German, and pain. All the memories were of pain. His legs wobbled as Heavy assisted him in walking across the room, towards the full length mirror behind a privacy screen. The mirror reflected the unpleasant green of the screen, Heavy’s giant girth and worried eyes, and the pale Medic, the freshly made scars stitched up tight and forming very clear symbols. Running between and across his pectorals were two long lines, a giant X, held together by stitches neater than Medic himself could do. Ninety-degree turns came off each end, one of which rested over his heart and almost nicked his left areola. Below the swastika was writing in German. It was written properly across his abdominals, and thus reversed in the mirror, but the doctor didn’t even need to try to be able to read it. “Get out.†Medic’s voice was deathly calm, and the two outback men complied immediately, leaving the room as fast as was decently possible and shutting the door silently behind them. Heavy stayed where he was. He sat down, gently pulled Medic into his lap, and watched his beloved Doktor sob deeply into his chest. ~ Heavy couldn’t read German, so was unable to read the words carved into Medic like a sick tattoo. When he asked him later, after the rest of their team had come and gone with words of sorrow and relief, Medic’s reply was a hollow smirk, undermined further by his normally pale blue eyes turning a bleak shade of grey. “Nie verzeihen, nie vergessen. Never forgive, never forget."
Man if I was on the RED team I'd never allow that crap. I'd probably end up dead but still. Nice dramatic story :)
Very good story, I'd like to read more one thing I'm wondering though, BLU Engineer asked who their medic got this time it means he done that to others as well? if it was other members of BLU shouldn't they have suspect RED's medic from the beginning if they've been through this before?
>>24 Thanks for pointing this out. I'm bad at picking up plot holes. Let's say the last guy got killed by overenthusiasm, and the BLUs thought Respawn failed.
"“I can think of one,†Sniper growled darkly, and looked pointedly over his shoulder. Behind them, across the bridge and pitch-black sewer water, was the farmhouse façade of their enemies, the RED base." Seems like they did think about it. Eventually. Maybe they just didn't wanna think about that possibility right away?
These both made me tear up a little. Thank you so much!