RED Medic bit down into the flesh of his victim, savoring the blood on his teeth and watching as a colorful bruise like watercolors blossomed from the wound on the BLU Scout's neck. He loosened his grip on the boy's shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with a sadistic grin, his eyes flashing. Scout trembled at the icy stare and grimaced at the pain, biting down on the gag. Medic laid his hands around the boy's neck, choking him and making his eyes to fly open. Medic shoved him over onto his back by his neck onto the operating table and assumed a position over him, smiling. He pinned the smaller mercenary down and took a scalpel from a table to the right of the table. Scout panicked, and despite being exhausted from about an hour of struggling, he screamed into the gag with a raspy muffled voice and kicked helplessly and Medic held him down. "Feisty little one, aren't you?" Medic cooed. He took the scalpel and carefully cut Scout's shirt, grazing his tender skin. "Stop struggling, you'll get hurt. Unless that's what you want.."
Medic pulled Scout's shirt over his head, cutting the sleeves that got caught on Scout's tied rope-burned wrists. Medic leaned over and sucked on the tender skin on the boy's neck, causing him to jolt and bite down on Medic's tie, which he had used as a gag. Medic smiled against the soft skin and bit into the flesh, moving slowly down Scout's body. He felt the boy's ribs, counting them in his head. He continued moving down, eventually reaching the BLU's waist. Scout's mind raced and he breathed quick, terrified of this situation. Scout's face flushed and he attempted to scream again, his voice getting caught in his throat.
The doctor picked his scalpel up again. "This is when things get fun." He placed the cold edge on Scout's chest, in the dead center. Scout screamed horribly and twitched and kicked as Medic dug the sharp scalpel deep into his chest, pulling it down and slicing the tender skin open, watching as the blood filled the crevice and spilled over. He leaned over the boy and gently licked the blood off, savoring each drop. He pulled open the wound to examine the insides of the enemy, stroking the tender flesh, stained red. Scout convulsed, his vision going spotty and his struggling diminishing. Medic noticed this and decided he wanted Scout to remember his face as he respawned. Medic laid on top of Scout, the warm guts on his stomach staining his lab coat. He looked the boy in the eyes with a violent grin and held the BLU's neck. He tightened his grip and closed the airway, causing the boy to cough and sputter, his eyes bulging and hands clawing for air, sweet fresh air to revive him. Medic removed the gag and kissed him softly as he died. Scout stopped moving all together, his fluttering heart slowly coming to a stop and his racing pulse ending. Medic continued kissing the corpse, savoring the flavor of blood and death spreading on his tongue. Medic got up and stepped back to admire his handiwork, and wondered how he would clean up the mess.