Things were going normally for our nine mercenaries as they got ready to catch the red intelligence. The pyro was gleefully skipping around the room, exited for the day ahead. The demoman was drinking as much beer as any other day, which was a lot. The scout was trying to annoy the engineer, who was trying to improve his sentry design. The medic was petting his beloved dove, who was content. The sniper was drinking coffee, soldier was standing at attention, and the spy was nowhere to be seen.
But the mercenary known as heavy was tired today. He had woken up in the middle of the night and was unable to go to sleep again. The bear of a man hadn't even brought his beloved gun, sasha, to the fight, but replaced with his shotgun. He'd just take his time running into battle today. Then he heard the speakers.
"Mission begins in 5…4…3….2…1…."
As the doors to the battle field burst open, everyone madly dashed out to try to destroy the reds and dance on the ashes. But heavy simply walked out, not caring where he was going. As long as he could sit down and rest for a while. But he then noted something he never remembered seeing before. In fact, he vaguely remembered kicking it out of anger when his team lost.
It was a small tombstone that read three simple words. "THE TENTH CLASS". This intrigued the heavy. The spy sometimes called him a class, and scout a class (sometimes without the c and the l) and pyro a class. So the chance of having another possible comrade was exiting to say the least. The exhaustion he had was now replaced with burning curiosity as he started to dig. But the second he started to dig….
"Blue team FAILED"
"Ohh, where did we go so wrong."
Heavy slowly walked back to base, knowing that his team would be mad at him and bother him for not helping them in battle, since it was the last fight of the day.
AN/ So this is my second fanfiction ever, so I'm still confused with bold and breaks. As always, constructive criticism is welcome, and hopefully I should update soon. I'm thinking each chapter will be a page in length or close. Oh, and I don't own TF2. R&R!
