"So ye think that me mother's a fake, boyo?" Sniper rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. Demoman sat across from him and was glaring at him as well as he could with his one eye. He was gripping some old pagan looking book in his hands and rage radiated from his very soul. "I didn't say that, mate," he said. "I just said that it's all a bit of shonky business, is all. Really, magic? How old are you again?" Demoman leapt up and kicked his chair aside in anger. "I'll have ye know tha' me mother is th' best at her art. Th' very same art runs through me veins, an' I'm no' afraid ta be using it on ye!" Demoman waved the book in a threatening manner, but Sniper just yawned. "Sure thing, mate. Do ya need ta go get your wand too?" He stifled a chuckle and took another sip of coffee. He should have been paying attention to Demoman. If he had… he would have seen Demoman raise that chair at him. Sniper woke up with a throbbing headache. He opened his eyes and looked around with blurred vision. He tried to put a hand to his head, but soon realized that his hands were bound. Immediately, he started to struggle, but the ropes were too thick and the knots were too tight. His wrists and ankles were tied to the chair he was sitting in. He looked around and saw that he was outside, far away from the base, from the looks of it. The only light was from a fire, and the last man he wanted to see was sneering at him. "Ya gonna wish ye nevah said all tha' shite ya said. I'm gonna show ya wha' 'appens when ye say tha' magic is fake." He opened the book and idly began to look through it. "Bloody wankah!" Sniper shouted, struggling again. "You're really gonna do this? When I get outta this, you're gonna wish ya nevah got that book in the first place!" Demo ignored him as he gave a wicked grin. "Oh, this one. Ya know, boyo, th' other lads all say tha' ya like some kinda animal. They see ya stalk across th' field like some beast. And then ya go back to ya den when it's all over. Well, if ya wanna be a beast so badly…" He pointed at Sniper's feet. Sniper looked down and saw that he was sitting in the middle of some kind of pagan rune. "Tha' rune will channel any spell into ya tha' I cast. Let's see if ya still think me mother's a fake after this." He began to read from the book in a language that Sniper didn't understand. Sniper stopped struggling and settled down to endure this, as he called it, very stupid affair. He rolled his eyes as Demo seemed to really get into it and began waving his arms. "Ya look like a right bloody fool!" Sniper shouted. "Just come untie me, and I'll go easy on ya! I'll even give ya a head start! Just come untie…these…ugh…" Heat. Sniper was suddenly burning up with what felt like a bad fever. He began to shake and pant as the heat only got worse and worse until he was nearly gasping for breath. Demo saw what was happening and quickly finished the curse. He laughed wickedly as Sniper groaned in pain. "Tha's it, boyo," he said, watching the rune beneath Sniper begin to glow. "Tha's th' curse. Now let's see how ya like it." He grinned as Sniper began to writhe. "D-Demo," Sniper gasped. "St-sto-ARGH!" There was something inside Sniper. He could feel a great pressure, a great rush of energy fighting to get out of him. He wished Demo would just kill him and send him to respawn. Respawn sickness was better than this inferno. He felt as if he would melt or explode, depending on if the pressure or heat claimed him. He felt the ropes began to tighten and wondered if this was part of the curse. Sniper had no doubt now that SOMETHING other worldly was going on. Either that, or Demo had drugged him with a hallucinogen from the Medic. He couldn't think straight, his thoughts and memories all blurring and fading from his mind. The pressure and heat were growing, and the ropes were tightening until he thought his hands and feet would pop off. Sniper looked down to see that the ropes weren't tightening; his arms and legs were simply growing. His eyes widened as he saw his muscles bulge under his clothes. Raw power was flowing into him from somewhere, and it was only feeding the agony he felt. His insides were writhing within him, giving him intense nausea. He saw his nails start to lengthen, and a clench of his jaw told him that his teeth were changing too. "Wha- what the bloody…ARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Sniper let loose an inhuman roar as his pain tripled. The ropes burst off of him, and he fell forward hard on his hands and knees, his glasses and hat falling away. Demo was frozen in awe and fear as he watched Sniper transform. He had failed to read that particular spell all the way through, so he had no idea just what kind of beast Sniper was falling prey to. Sniper continued to cry out and pant in agony as he grew and twisted. His clothes tore at the seams to make room for his new muscles and his bones audibly cracked and twisted around to form a new skeleton. His shreds of clothes fell away to reveal a dark fur that was growing and covering Sniper head to toe to… tail? His tail curled down on the ground and swept up the sand. Sniper's face lengthened into a muzzle, his voice deepening until it was nothing more than a growl. His transformation complete, he threw his head back and howled. Demo finally realized that he was in deep trouble. He had single handedly transformed Sniper into a wolf that was large enough to stand on his hinds and look Heavy in the eyes. He gulped and slowly began to back away, freezing up when his foot loudly broke a stick. Sniper looked over at Demo, a flash of recognition in his eyes. Demo sighed in relief when he realized that Sniper still had his mind and remembered him. He smiled and opened his mouth to say something when Sniper growled ferociously. Sniper didn't remember Demo… he just remembered that he was angry at him. Demo almost started to cry when he realized that he now had a very angry, very large, and very deadly wolf in front of him. He saw Sniper tense in preparation and quickly started running as fast as he could back to base. He looked back just in time to see Sniper lunge.
Pain. That's the first thing Sniper felt as he slowly opened his eyes. The sun was up, but he was in a great shadow. Thank God for small mercies as his head was throbbing. He groaned and rolled over to his side, hand hitting something rubber and hard. He opened his eyes wider to see a tire. He looked up and discovered that he was lying on the ground in the shadow of his camper. Sniper slowly managed to stand before the world around him spun and he leaned against his camper. The cool metal felt nice against his bare skin. Wait…bare?! Sure enough when Sniper looked down he noticed that he didn't have a stitch of clothing on his body. He yelped and dashed into his camper, slamming the door behind him. Sitting heavily on the bed, Sniper ran a hand through his hair. What happened last night? He strove to remember, but everything beyond Demo casting that "curse" on him was a blur. He remembered the pain and the heat, but that was it. Had it really worked? Was he really cursed now? Nah… Sniper chuckled to himself as he shook his head. Demo must have put something in his coffee or even drugged him when he had been knocked out. Yeah, that was it. Sniper quickly dressed, but was unable to find his hat or glasses. He began searching his van, but stopped when a wave of nausea hit him hard. His stomach was hurting something fierce. He decided to look for his things later. Right now, he had to go see Medic about his stomach. The halls were blissfully empty in the base, although Sniper had heard the general drone of conversation coming from the mess hall. He had obviously woken up just in time for breakfast, but even the thought of food made his stomach twist. Sniper smiled in relief as he saw the infirmary door, and he opened it with a bit of difficulty owing to his sore body. Medic was feeding his doves, but looked over as Sniper came in. "Herr Sniper," Medic said, "guten Morgen. How are- mein Gott, you look horrible." He dumped his handful of birdseed into the bowl for his doves then made his way over to look at Sniper. "I feel terrible, Doc," Sniper groaned out. "It's my stomach. It feels like I ate something that don't agree with me." He collapsed into the chair that sat in front of Medic's desk. Medic sighed and went to the medicine cabinets in the back. "Are you hung over, Herr Sniper?" He asked as he dug around. "I saw you and Herr Demo out late last night. You vere out in ze desert viz a fire going. Some kind of ritual?" He came back to Sniper with a glass of water and a few pills. Sniper shrugged. "I honestly don't remember what happened last night," he said with another groan. "I know there weren't no drinking, though." He swallowed the pills and drained the glass, the cool water soothing his throat. "You sound hoarse as vell," Medic mused. "If you vere not drinking, zen vhat vere you doing out zere?" he felt around Sniper's neck and then quickly took a look at his throat. "I dunno," Sniper said. "I insulted Demo's mum so he took me outside and then tied me to a chair. That's all I really remember." "Vas? How did you insult his mutter?" "He was reading some kind of spell book that his mum sent him. I said it was all rubbish and he got angry at me." "So he knocked you out, tied you to a chair, and zen…vhat?" Medic folded his arms, annoyed at how grown men could act like children. "He uh, well… he said that he cast a curse on me. Some kinda 'Curse of the Beast,'" Sniper explained. Medic rolled his eyes. "Such scheiße," he muttered. "Perhaps all zat drinking has killed too many of his brain cells. Curse of ze Beast. So vhat happened afterward?" Sniper opened his mouth to answer when the door to the infirmary burst open to reveal Scout. "Doc!" Scout shouted. "Snipes is dead! Somethin' got him out in tha desert!" He sudeenly froze as he saw Sniper. "Snipes! You're alive! Ah, thank God, man. I thought ya was dead! I thought we was gonna hafta fight without a Snipah!" Medic chuckled to himself. "You know zat ve vould just replace him-" "Hold on ya mongrel," said Sniper. "Why did ya think that I had carked it?" Scout opened his bag and pulled out two items: Sniper's glasses and hat. "I found these while I was out joggin'," he explained. "There was a lotta blood out there next to 'em, and your clothes was out there too all shredded up. I thought a wolf had got ya or somethin'." "Zere vas blut out zere?" Medic asked. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, it was all mixed in with tha sand. And then there was some kinda broken chair and picture in the sand." Medic slowly turned to look at Sniper. Sniper had gone pale and the nausea kicked up again. "Vhy did you zink zat a volf of all creatures attacked Herr Sniper?" Medic asked, looking back at Scout. "Cuz Engie said that he saw one last night. Said he heard it howling and went to look. It was out sniffing around Snipah's camper. Thing was huge too! Engie said it was almost unreal!" Scout said, unaware of what was going on with Sniper. Sniper had turned away from them both, the nausea almost unbearable. He put a hand to his stomach and tried to keep from dry heaving, or worse vomiting. It couldn't be real, could it? That curse… it wasn't real. Demo was just messing around, wasn't he? But then how did that explain what Scout was talking about? "You ain't seen Demo have ya?" Snipe managed to ask. "Nah man," said Scout. "No one's seen him. He ain't in his room, the kitchen, the mess hall, the rec room, nowhere. No one's seen him since last night." Medic's eyes narrowed and he glance back over at Sniper. "Vell," He said cheerfully, "I am sure zat Herr Demo is simply passed out somevere. Perhaps you could go look for him, ja? I need just a few more minutes viz Herr Sniper." Scout shrugged. "If that guy wants ta sleep in his own puke, then I'm lettin' him. I just wanna go eat. See ya guys around." He made it to the door before he paused. "Oh, and I also found this out there. Well, I found what was left of it." He pulled what looked like a handful of torn pages out of his bag and set them on a gurney before leaving. Medic picked them up and looked through them. They were covered in runes. Sniper let out the panicked breath that he had been holding and put his face into his hands. "So Herr Sniper," Medic began, making his way over to sit behind his desk. "Vhat do you have to say for yourself?" Sniper only groaned lowly and said nothing. "Did you zink zat it vould be funny to play a joke on me? You even got Scout and Demo to help you, I am impressed. (Sniper began to quietly gag) But you of all people should know zat I do not enjoy being ze butt of e joke. (Sniper tried to take deep breaths to alleviate the nausea) So I vould very much like it if you vould just get out (Sniper could feel it coming) of mein-" "BLEARRRGGGHHH!" Sniper panted and coughed as he emptied his stomach all over the Medic's desk. Medic jumped up when the viscera ran over the sides and dripped onto the floor. He was about to curse at Sniper for daring to vomit on his desk when he saw just what had been in Sniper's stomach. There was undigested meat, bits of bone, lots of blood, and what looked to be part of an intestine. Medic's brows furrowed in confusion, but Sniper vomited again and coughed a very familiar piece of cloth. With wide eyes, Medic grabbed a pair of forceps and picked the cloth up. It was an eye patch. Sniper continued to cough and pant even as he looked up and saw the eye patch. "Herr Sniper," Medic said slowly. "Is zis still part of ze joke-" "Ain't no joke, Doc," Sniper said, spitting a bit. "This is all real. Last night…that was real too. Ain't no ther way about it." "Don't tell me zat you truly believe-" "Then how did that get in my stomach? How did all of this get in my stomach? You gotta help me, Doc," Sniper gasped out, sitting back in the chair. Medic was too distracted by the eye patch to realize that his desk was being ruined by the vomit. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Let's zink zis through, ja?" He said. "Last night you allegedly changed into a volf. Last night vas ze beginning of ze full moon. Ze full moon lasts for drei days. So if you are truly cursed zen you vill change again tonight. If you change again, I vill try to help you find a cure for zis, but you vill not question me, and you vill submit to all my experiments on you." Sniper nodded weakly. "If you do not change, zen zis vill merely show zat ze var has robbed you of your sanity, changed you into a deeply disturbed individual, and made you eat your comrade. If zat is ze case, zen I vill hold no qualms in marching you outside of ze respawn barrier and putting a bullet in your head. Zu verstehen?" Sniper just nodded again. "Gut. Now go find something to do vhile I clean this mess up. You vill meet me here again tonight half an hour before ze sun sets." "Got it,Doc," said Sniper. He dragged himself out of the infirmary on weak and shaky legs. His mind was in a whirl about what he had discovered. If it was true and he was cursed, then he could only hope that no one else would fall prey to the wolf. That was his last thought as shock and exhaustion claimed him and he passed out.
If you're going to submit your transformation fetish fic to TF2chan, at least have the courtesy to double space between your goddamned paragraphs.
So if Sniper ate Demo then where the hell is Demo now?
"I insulted Demo's mum so he took me outside and then tied me to a chair. That's all I really remember." "Vas? How did you insult his mutter?" ...why is medic wondering how sniper insulted demo's mom instead of wondering about sniper getting tied up to a chair I think that detail is kind of more important and oh my gosh formatting, PLEASE. Put some spaces between your paragraphs. Just looking at this gives me a headache.
Not gonna lie. Read the title and thought this was gonna be "The Trouble With Tribbles" featuring the Sniper. Was saddened to see that it was only Sniper turning into a wolf.
5, actually I think it would be perfectly normal for Medic to question how Sniper insulted Demo’s mother over the fact that he is tied to a chair. Remember this is a man who in Meet the Medic is more concerned for his birds hygiene than the displacement of his team mates organs.
To answer everyone: Forgive me for my formatting. This is my first fic on here.I believe I know how to fix it. I am writing this fic for a friend and she doesn't like Demo so he will either flee in fear of Sniper, or Sniper chased him outside of the respawn barrier before eating him, making Demo permanently dead. She hasn't decided yet. Sorry that this is just another werewolf fic, but I'm writing this for a friend, and it's what she wanted. And Sniper had already told Medic that he had insulted Demo's mother which resulted in him being tied to the chair.
I'll warn you now that people here don't appreciate unwarranted OOC behavior in a character. And you admit you're doing it because your friend doesn't like Demo. Even if one does not like Demo, he's still a mercenary used to gibbing people on a daily basis. He's dealt with supernatural enemies before and other crazy stuff. To say he either ran away from BLU/RED (I don't think you've specified?) out of fear, or that he did something so foolish as to run so far he left the respawn zone, is disrespectful to his character. If one does not like a character, there are other ways to go about it. I'm afraid you have lost my interest in your story.
Seems like an interesting story, I'll keep an eye out for it. The first part was great ( just spacing but you already explained) but the second part seemed flat.
>>8 Couldn't even fix the main problem with formatting in comment addressing formatting Writing Demo grossly out of character Writing fic for someone who hates Demo Writing Sniper as a werewolf when Demoman is only class in game with a werewolf set Demo is already one of the least liked classes in the game by the fandom It's 'cause he's black, isn't it?
"Wake up, boyo!" Sniper jolted awake something smacked him across the face. He looked up to see Demoman standing over him. "Wha?" He said. "You're still alive?" Demo stood back and laughed. "Takes more than a trip through a beasties's disgestion ta get rid of me. Did ya forget about respawn?" "Well, sorry if I don't exactly remember what happened last night," Sniper said with a glare. He climbed to his feet. "And you are the last person I wanna see right now." "Ok, so I may have bungled things up a bit-" A bit? A bit?!" "-but I think I may have a solution to ya problem." Demo suddenly found himself pinned against the wall by an angry Sniper. "Now you listen to me," Sniper growled. "Ya better tell me just what ya did to me." Demo sighed. "I talked ta me mother about it this morning. Tha's where I was gone to. It's a curse tha' causes ya ta change inta a wolf every full moon." "What, like a werewolf?" "No' exactly. Ya can' spread it with a bite, and ya can' be hurt by silver. Ya just change every full moon," Demo explained. Sniper let Demo go and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He should be mad. He should be beating the crap out of Demo for what he did. But he was just so tired, and right now, Demo was the only one who could help him. "Is there a way to cure me?" He asked. Demo nodded. "There's a counter curse, bu' ye destroyed the book last night. Me mother's gonna send one here as soon as she can find another copy." "So I'm basically screwed til it gets here," Sniper bit out. "Fraid so, laddy. Bu' it really was your faul' for wha' ye said-" Demo didn't get much further when Sniper swung at him, catching him right in the face. "Don't ya go blaming this on me, ya bloody bogan!" Sniper snarled. No, he literally snarled. He drew back with a look of worry on his face. "Did I just-" "Ye migh' wanna keep tha' temper in check," Demo said as he rubbed the spot where he was hit. "Don' wan' ye goin' feral on us." He grinned as Sniper turned and walked away as quickly as he could. ~O~ Sniper had confined himself to his van after that. He couldn't decide if he was scared or angry at what had happened. On the one hand, he had eaten Demo as a wolf, so who was to say he wouldn't do it again to another team member? And what if they found out. He knew the team was a sensible team and would require proof, but he couldn't control himself as a wolf, and all it took was for the right man to see him change and then he would be more than likely taken out of respawn and done away with. On the other hand, he wanted nothing more than to go back and rip Demo to shreds for what he had done. He wanted to kill him again and again and again for putting him in this situation. Oh, but where was that coming from? He'd been angry before, but never had he wanted to kill a team mate so badly. He thought about it and wondered if maybe the rage was coming from… somewhere else. He was torn from his thoughts when there was a knock on his camper door. "Who is it?" he called. If it was Demo, he was gonna- "It's me," oh, it was Scout. Sniper debated on letting him in before sighing and opening the door. Scout was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet and seemed anxious. "What do ya want, mongrel?" Sniper asked. Scout shrugged. "Just seein' if you was ok," he said. "If ya can't fight, then who will watch my back when I'm cappin' a point?" Sniper's brows drew together in confusion. "Are ya saying that you're worried about me?" he asked. Scout flushed slightly and adopted an angry look. "No! I'm just sayin' that ya better be ok, cuz if ya aren't then Soldier will be yelling at everyone and then I'll hafta show 'em all that I can cap without ya!" he said defensively. "If you can cap without me, then why does it matter if I'm ok or not?" Sniper hid a smile. He loved riling the kid up. "Cuz it's easier with ya helpin' me!" said Scout. "And if I show everyone that I can cap without ya, then ya could get fired cuz we wouldn't need ya!" He crossed his arms. "That doesn't make any sense," Sniper chuckled. Scout always did have a way of making him feel better whether it was indirectly or not. "Ah shut up, ya koala humper. I don't even know why I came ta see ya anyway now. You're such a jackass." "I suppose I am," Sniper murmured. He really wasn't in the mood for company, but he could really use a distraction from what was coming tonight. He stood back and opened his door wider. "So ya coming in?" He asked. Scout's tense posture softened. "Huh?" He asked. "Are ya gonna come in or are ya gonna head back to play with your dolls in your room?" "Hey!" Scout looked mad again. "I aint comin' there! Ya know how gay that looks?" He said. Sniper shrugged and shut the door. Inside, he slowly counted to five. "I wanna come in," he heard Scout say. With a grin, Sniper opened the door and let Scout in. ~O~ Scout had ended up being a nice enough distraction to the point that it took Scout commenting on the sunset when Sniper suddenly remembered what was going to happen. He shooed Scout off, saying that he had to go see Medic for some medicine, and then made his way to the infirmary. Medic and Demo were both waiting for him. Demo looked excited while Medic looked as impassive as ever. "Vell," said Medic, "Let's get zis over viz." He grabbed a medical bag and then led the way out of the infirmary. Sniper tried his best not to panic as he was led down to the holding cells that were usually reserved for captured members of the other team. "Doc, I really don't like this," he said. Medic looked back at him with something that could almost be called pity. "Now, now, Herr Sniper. Zis is only a precaution for your… condition. If you really are cursed, zen zis cell vill hold you and keep us all safe. Zese bars vere designed to hold Heavy, and ze valls of zis room are soundproof so don't vorry about a zing." "Then what's in the bag?" Sniper asked. Medic glanced down at his bag and then smiled up at Sniper. "A doctor alvays comes prepared," was all he said. He gestured for Sniper to get into the cell, smile still in place. Sniper took a deep breath and then walked into the cell, Demo shutting and locking the heavy door behind him. "What now?" Sniper asked. Medic looked to Demo for an answer. "Ye shouldn't start changing til the sun goes down," he said. "So we wait." "You know," Medic said, setting his bag down and crossing his arms, "I am still not convinced zat zis is some elaborate prank." Demo rolled his eye. "Ye are so narrowminded. Ye always have been even when I was tellin' ye my stories abou' the Lock Ness Monster-" "I really could svear zat you said it vas ze 'Loch Ness Hamster.'" "-or abou' Bigfoot. Ye need ta open ya mind a lil bit. Migh' save ya life one day." "I doubt zat," Medic said. Sniper sighed and leaned against the wall. There was one window in the room, however small it was, and it showed a rapidly darkening sky. Sniper felt his anxiety grow, a light sweat starting to break out on his skin. His stomach already felt like it was twisting with nerves, no matter how many deep breaths he took to calm himself. Medic and Demo continued to argue even as the last of the orange and reds of the sky faded into dark blue. Sniper watched the sky blacken and the moon came out. "And furzermore," Medic ranted at Demo, poking him in the chest. "I am a man of medicine, so vhy am I down here under ze insane notion zat my team mate vill change into a-" "Gah! Agh!" Medic looked over to see Sniper on his hands and knees on the floor of the cell. Sniper panted and grunted in pain. "It-it's happening," he choked out. "I can feel it." He cried out as another wave of pain tore through him, adding to the intense heat he was already feeling. Medic watched curiously as Sniper clawed at the floor. He glanced at the Demo, trying to gauge his reaction. Medic looked back at the cell and his expression turned to shock as Sniper seemed to grow right before his eyes. Demo himself looked with an awed expression, having already seen the transformation before but still mesmerized by it. He winced whenever he heard a bone give a particularly painful crack. Medic's eyes remained wide as Sniper slowly became more beast than man, and then finally gave a howl as a large black wolf. "Holy Mother of God," Demo breathed. "It still looks so…" he broke off as he searched for a word to describe it. He looked over to see Medic rummaging through his bag. Sniper growled and lunged at the bars, biting at them with his new teeth. He snarled loudly at Medic and Demo. "Wha' are we gonna-" But Demo was interrupted as Medic fired a slew of syringes into Sniper. Sniper yelped slightly and backed away from the cell bars. His eyes began to grow heavy, and his movements grew sluggish until he finally keeled over onto the floor. "The hell?" Demo shouted as Medic put his gun back. "How could ye jus' kill-" "Silence you drunken fool!" Medic shouted back, fire blazing in his eyes. Demo backed up in shock. Medic quickly unlocked the cell and ran over to Sniper. He fell to his knees in near reverence as he ran his hands over Sniper's new body. "Oh, Gott in Himmel," he whispered to himself. He continued to mutter in German. Demo walked up behind him with confusion written on his face. "Ye ok, Doc?" He asked. Medic rolled his eyes. "Vould you hush?" he said. "I merely sedated him." Medic pulled Sniper's lips back and examined his teeth. "I vas not expecting zis. I zought zat it vas all just a joke. But now…" he broke off to giggle almost giddily. A crazed look was in his eyes. "I must get some samples." He opened his bag and pulled out several items. He clipped a bundle of fur off of Sniper and stored it in a bag. He drew blood and then packed away the vials. He took skin samples as well, and saliva. He left no stone unturned with his examinations, calling on Demo to help him move the heavy body around so that Medic could examine every inch of the wolf. "Wha' are ye gonna do?" Demo finally asked as Medic packed away the last of his tools. "Zis is possibly ze greatest specimen I could ever hope for. I need to run some tests, do some experiments. Zink of ze possibilities, Herr Demo! Imagine if ve veaponized zis. If ve vere able to train zis volf to fight for us. Vhy stop zere? Vhat if ve spread zis to ze ozers? A team of volves fighting against ze BLUs! Ve vould never lose again! Imagine!" Medic laughed like a little boy on Chrsitmas, but Demo looked at him with concern. "Doc, maybe we should leave him be now." "You can go," Medic said, waving his hand. "I still want to look at him. And zen I vant to vatch him change back!" He went back to stroking Sniper's fur. Demo left the room with a frown. He was really starting to regret what he had done to Sniper.
Sniper woke up in his side and feeling something in his hair. Whatever it was moved back in forth in a comforting motion and soothed the headache he had. He blinked his eyes wearily, recalling that he had changed again last night. Since his stomach was feeling fine, he assumed that he hadn't eaten anyone. He still was unable to remember anything as a wolf, though. Sniper groaned softly and closed his eyes again. That thing in his hair really did feel good. It gently ran through his hair, and as the fog in his mind cleared he heard someone humming. The tune was slow, probably a lullaby, but the voice was so familiar. Sniper cracked his eye open again and looked up to see the smiling face of Medic. "Guten morgen, Herr Sniper," he said. Sniper then realized three things: Medic was sitting right next to him. That thing in stroking his hair was Medic's hand. He was naked…again. "JESUS CHRIST!" Sniper rolled away and backed into the wall of the cell. He curled up and glared at Medic who in turn shrugged. "Vhy so modest? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before," he said. "That was with me being awake, though!" "Oh please," Medic scoffed. "I did not molest you. Alzough your fur vas very soft…" "You're not helping your case any!" Sniper snapped. "Now get me some pants!" "You have just avoken from being a volf and your main concern is your lack of pants?" Medic chuckled. "I vas not expecting zat. You are a strange man." Well if that wasn't the pot calling the kettle black… "And I have news!" Medic said excitedly. "I took some samples from you both last night as a volf and zen zis morning vhen you changed back. Your entire physiology has changed! Your blood is different, your skin is different, even your hair is different! Actually, in zis light it looks darker. Anyvay, I vould like to run some tests and perform a few experiments vhen you change next." "I'm not some science experiment, Doc," Sniper grumbled. " I'm just a bloke who got cursed." "Ja, ja, ja," Medic said dismissively, "but don't forget zat you came to me for help. I must learn if I hope to cure." "Don't need your help with that anymore, Doc. Demo said his mum is gonna send a book with the counter curse in it." "And vhat until zen?" Medic asked, folding his arms. "How vill you keep zis beast from killing again? How do you hope to control it? Do you know vhat vill happen if you are found out?" His tone was stern, and Sniper flinched. "I'll probably be taken from respawn and then executed," Sniper sighed. He really didn't want to think about it. To his surprise, Medic let out a loud laugh. "Zat is if you are lucky," he said, "and if you are discovered by your own team. Vhat if BLU finds out? You vill be dragged to zeir base and thrown into a cell vorse zan zis. Zey vill vant to turn you into a veapon to use against us. And ze BLU Medic! Oh, if you zink zat I am bad you have not met ze BLU Medic. I may perform some surgeries, but he vill turn you inside out, disembowel you, and zen staple you back togezer wrong!" He broke off to mutter in German Sniper listened until a wave of dizziness struck him like a train. He gripped the sides of his head and shut his eyes as he felt the world spin around him. He groaned softly and felt Medic help him to his feet. Sniper opened his eyes in time to see Medic tie his coat around his waist. "Huh?" Sniper blinked. Medic shrugged. "I have no pants for you so zis vill have to do. Don't vorry, I have had vorse zings touch my coats. I vill just have to make sure to vash zis twice." He slung Sniper's arm around his shoulder and helped him walk back to the infirmary. Well, he tried to anyway since he soon found his path blocked by Scout. "Snipes?" Scout looked between Medic and Sniper. "I'm afraid zat Herr Sniper is feeling ill again," said Medic. "I am on ze vay to give him something to help him feel better." Scout's eyes narrowed in suspicion and he folded his arms. "Then why is he naked with ya coat tied around him?" He asked. Oh, what was that tone in his voice? "He vomited all over himself and I had to take him to get cleaned up," Medic explained smoothly. "In my haste I forgot to get clothes or a towel." There was a growl in his voice that clearly told Scout to drop it. Scout scoffed and his face twisted into a scowl. "He don't look wet- ya know what? Forget it. Just make sure yous two are ready for the fight later." He stomped off, but Sniper could hear him utter "stupid fags" under his breath. "Kinder," Medic sighed. They made it back to the infirmary with no other interruptions. "Do you zink zat you can fight today?" Medic asked as Sniper sat in the chair in front of Medic's desk (which had been restored to its state of cleanliness after some hard scrubbing). "Yeah," Sniper nodded. "I'm not lettin' this affect my work. Besides, if I stay put here it'll just call attention from the Administrator. "Ah yes," Medic said, propping his head up on his hand, "I had forgotten about her." "Don't suppose she'll be happy if she finds out about this," Sniper crossed his arms. "Oh, I don't know about zat," Medic mused. "She probably von't care as long as it doesn't affect your performance." "Ya dunno that for sure," Sniper sighed. He rubbed his eyes wearily. "At least you don't move around much in battle," Medic said. "I'm sure zat you vill be fine." "I will be. Just get me some coffee and I'll be ready to go. At least I only have to do this one more time before I get a month to relax." "True," Medic sounded disappointed at that. "Zat is true. Oh, and about my tests. I vas vondering if you vould allow me to record your transformations-" "No." Medic broke off at Sniper's abrupt answer. Sniper was looking at him with a dead expression. "But it vould-" "No." "And it vould help-" "No." "And I could really-" "No." "Vell vhy not?" Medic asked irritably. Sniper sighed again. "It's bad enough without being turned into a spectacle, Doc. I'll let you test if ya can find a way to help me control it, but that's it. Besides, ya may become tempted to do something more with all this." He gave a Medic a meaningful look. "I have no idea vhat you are talking about," Medic said, looking away. Sniper snarled (literally snarled) and grabbed Medic by the front of his shirt. Medic yelped as he was pulled up. "Don't bullshit me, Doc!" Sniper spat. "Ya said the BLU Medic would turn me into a weapon, but don't say that ya haven't thought of it either! I'll fight for this team as a man, but I will not fight as a wolf. If that's what ya want, then ya can go into town and get yaself a dog!" He lifted Medic off of his feet and growled, his grip tightening Medic's tie. "Herr Sniper, let me go," Medic gasped through the restricting fabric on his neck. "Please. Lass mich gehen" Sniper blinked and came back to his senses. He gasped and set Medic down, collapsing back into his chair. Medic loosened his tie as Sniper covered his face with his hands, breathing deep in an attempt to calm down. "Vell," Medic coughed, "zat is new. It must be a side effect." "I'm so sorry," came Sniper's muffled voice. Medic gave a dismissive wave. "Do not vorry about it. I have dealt viz vorse. I vill admit zat ze notion of veaponizing ze volf has crossed my mind, but I vill let it be. I am not so sadistic as ze BLU Medic, and you are right in zat I should not make zis any bigger zan it is." Sniper moved his hands to look Medic in the eye. "But do not zink zat I vill not still be testing you. Zis is a once in a blue moon opportunity…or in zis case a once every full moon opportunity." He gave a chuckle at his joke. "Thanks, Doc." Sniper breathed a sigh of relief. "I need to go get dressed now. Do you have anything I could wear back to my van?" "Only zis," Medic stood and retrieved a patient gown from the closet. Sniper shrugged. "Better than ya coat," he said. He removed the coat and pulled the gown on. "See ya, Doc," he turned to leave. "Herr Sniper," Medic called. Sniper turned back at the door. "I vill try my hardest to help you, but I cannot promise anyzing. You vill have to forgive me if ze tests I need to do turn out to be… unpleasant." Sniper nodded. "Do what ya need to do, Doc." And then he left to get ready for the day.
Oh dear lord. I think I preferred the original lack of formatting to that, but the writing is realllly... lackluster, to put it politely... If you're writing this for your friend, just save it in a text document and send it to her instead of putting it with the serious fanfics.
Everyone's gotta start somewhere as far as writing style goes, I guess, but yeah this really is...not so great. But my main issue is the awful characterization and the fact that OP seems to be treating Demo like shit in this story and writing him exceedingly OOC out of spite because "weh my friend doesn't like him" which is really poor writing if you ask me. Not cool.
Ok, so I agree that I am not the best writer and need practice. I have decided to stop posting this story here and continue it elsewhere. I know you guys probably won't miss it (if the reviews are anything to go by) but if you do want to keep reading let me know and I will tell you where to go. To be clear, I am NOT giving up, I am simply taking a vacation to get some practice in and fine tune my skills. Then I will come back and try again. Thank you all for your honesty and for not tearing me apart like others have. Seriously, you guys were really nice compared to some of the other reviews I've seen for this fic. Adieu.