Fire's Addiction

Written By: Blackhawk1997

It was a lonely day for Pyro, or as the rest of BLU team called him. He couldn't really refer to them as his 'friends'; because nobody ever took the time to really notice her. Nobody even knew she was a girl, because if they did, she would be immediately shipped out and disbanded. She needed to keep her spot as Mercenary for BLU team, because if she didn't her entire family would die. Nobody could get a job, because all the skills they had were useless due to either no college degree because lack of money and no scholarship, or because their bad traits covered up their good ones. She caught a lucky break because she absolutely loved fire.

You see, fire entranced dear Selene here. It made her jealous because of how carefree it could be. Fire is one that gives life, and one that could take it away in less than a second. Nobody could really understand it, but most fear it. On the other hand, Selene understands its existence and respects it to the utmost level.

BLU team also calls her "That Maniac" and "Flamer". Nobody understands nor respects her. Sniper, or John, keeps telling his dad, "I'm an Assassin, not a crazed Gunman. Yes there is a difference, ones a job and the other is a sickness!" though he doesn't realize that applies for her as well. Sure she burns people for a living, and sure she loves fire and what it offers, but it doesn't mean she's crazy or love killing people and seeing their flesh be burnt and see the light go out in their eyes when Backburner, the name she gave her flamethrower, starts unleashing a deadly torrent of white-hot fire, knowing there was no escape.

So anyways, as she was walking down the corridor at a place called 2Fort, which for some reason the BLU base was built like 75 yards away, which meant the battles got tense. Nobody has won yet, because the way to destroy the other base is to destroy their Administrator, or the Announcer who relays information for their team through their COMM Units what was happening on the battlefield. Every Announcer was in a different location, like ours had three Control Rooms, which had 3 briefcases in the Intelligence Room, who had instructions to each in all 3.

So let's start this again before I get carried away, as she was walking down the corridor at 2Fort, the Engineer, David, walked by. As they passed, David started back peddling to get in front of her. When she noticed this, she stopped and cocked her head to the side, as if to say, "What?" [PoV changes to 1st Person instead of 3rd]

"So, Pyro, if you're not doing anything, would you mind coming to my Garage, I want you to check my design for a blueprint of the next version of the Sentry Gun I'm making, and I think you'll like it."

"Sure, I'll go, I'm not doing anything", I tried, but knew he couldn't understand me, so I nodded my head.

"Great! Follow me." He said, and the mumbled under his breath, "Still don't know why you never take of that damn suit of yours, Py, I would like to know the secret your hiding." I heard him, and almost stopped in shock, but I shook my head and let it slide, I couldn't let anyone get close to me, because when anyone does, they just use me, not really care for who I actually am as a person. Being in the overly hot suit did really nice things to her body, giving me perfect curves to go along with her long dirty-blonde hair. If I wasn't so pale from lack of sun, I could have been mistaken for a celebrity, or so my Father says.

When we finally got to the Garage, Dave started getting really excited, but because he was a polite Texan, he went over to the fridge and got a beer and a bottle of Rum and a glass, then poured the Rum in the glass and handed it to me. I barely lifted my gas mask high enough to open make way for the glass, and took a gulp. I then lowered the mask and made a sign that meant,"Show me". Mr. Engie caught on and led to a rather large desk where a blueprint was laying on top. Understanding Robotics, I knew what I saw and Dave knew that I knew as well, he looked over at me as if to ask what I thought.

What I saw was that instead of 2 Miniguns and a and a Quad-Rocket Launcher, I saw 2 mirror image Backburner flamethrowers, just like mine, and a huge tank of fuel on the back, must be at least 10 gallons to the max of 15. Needless to say, I was impressed. I looked over at him, gave him a thumbs up, and started bouncing on my toes, doing a little heel lift. He looked surprisingly cute with that 10-gallon White Cowboy Hat on and a hopeful/excited expression on his face.

"You like it? Like you don't think the designs horrible?"

"Nope not at all, I think it's perfect, though if you could understand me, I'm not sure you would want to be my friend any more…"

"Um, what did you say? Can you please take off the mask and tell me? This whole façade is really starting to get irritating." He grumbled. I just shook my heads and gave him another thumbs up. I turned and started walking towards my room. No-one but me and the Administrator have been in it since I claimed it, she was the only other was that knew I was female, since she hired me. She's actually not all that bad, just uses the Intercom to make herself seem weird and scary.

We would have little girl conversations which none of us have had in forever. And my room was the only place I would take of my suit.

When I got to my room, I quickly opened the door and shut it. My room was a nice Dark Blue and a lighter Cerulean Blue; cut in half by a dark grey stripe, and from the bottom to about ¾ of the way up, dark grey flames streaked the wall. I had a queen size bed with grey and white sheets with Blue pillows. I had an ordinary desk, with a nice Dell Inspiron 15 Laptop in sleep mode and charging. I unhooked my Backburner, and set it lightly against the well, the place my nice Fire Axe next to it, along with my shotgun. I laid my Flare Gun on my desk and unbuttoned the gasmask from the torso piece, unzipped it and pulled it off.

I laid that down on the desk as well and shook my hair a bit, feeling relieved to get out of the stuffy headgear I was used to. I took of the top part of the outfit, Unbuttoning and unzipping it from the pants, and the pulling it off and laid it down on the bed. I then took off my boots and socks, and pulled down the straps on my shoulders for my pants and quickly slid those off, and laid them next to the torso piece. All that I had on was a blue Sports Bra and underwear.

I quickly also slid those off and turned on the shower, waiting for it to heat up. When it was warm, I stepped in and rinsed off all the sweat my body had accumulated. But I also washed away the day's worries as well. All the things I had to worry about disappeared for a short time as I enjoyed the hot steamy water running down my back in a comforting manner. After about a quick 25 minute shower (well compared to the normal 35, because it was my solace time, in which I could just forget) I looked at the clock and saw it was time for dinner.

I never ate with the others, for fear of them figuring out my secret as I ate. With a towel wrapped around my body, leaving my wet hair to air dry, which I was going to brush before it came completely dry (it was a comforting habit), I went to my little mini fridge and pulled out an Instant Lunch soup and put it on the counter. I then went to get a little bit of Rum, but cursed when I realized I was out, and that I left my almost untouched glass back at Truckie's place.

I just pulled out some Jack and a Coke, along with a glass and poured them in, more Coke than Jack, trying to preserve the precious little I had left, and took a sip. It tasted a little funny so she added more Coke and tried again. Perfect. I then got another 2 glasses of water and stuck them in the microwave till they boiled.

After they boiled I took them out and opened the soup lid half way and poured the water in. I then closed it and put the spoon on top to let it cook the soup. After I finished, I brushed my hair that went to the bottom of my shoulder blades. It was a soothing activity that I did for at least 15 minutes before I put the brush down. I took off my towel and set it on the towel rack, next to the hand towel, before going and getting dressed again. Over my new Sports Bra and underwear, I threw on some Blue athletic shorts with a broad white line going to the sides. I didn't bother putting on a shirt because before I left, I knew I needed to put on my Pyro uniform again. I put my Pyro Uniform on a rack and brought down my only other set, filled up the gas tank and set it aside for later.

I quickly got on my laptop and started writing a story I call, "Fire's Addiction", which is about a 24 year old girl that is forced into the military and gets addicted to using fire as a way of killing. I know it sort of sounds like my life, but I'm not in the Military, I'm on a contract for a Builder's League that's apparently united and is trying to stop RED, or Reliable Excavation Demolitions, from blowing up all their mines to get precious artifacts for Archaeologists. And she enjoys killing with fire, I don't like the manslaughter part of that.

Anyways, the passage I wrote made me feel like it was about me as well, it said, 'War is just a chance for idiotic men to prove that they are stronger and better. It's just a mere pass time that ends with many lives lost and the people realize that their people are suffering and just swallow their damn pride. Fire is a way to help them realize this, the maker and destroyer. This is why, I realize, I am addicted to fire.'

I know the game takes place like right after WWII, but I made it 2011 because it's easier and more fun for me to write. Sorry about the PoV change, I accidently switch PoV's without thinking about it, so if it flickers between 1st and 3rd, I'm sorry, I tried my best to keep it and looking clean as possible. Reviews, good and bad appreciated. If you flame, make it helpful for me, so I become a better writer. Thank you for reading.