Author's Note - So this is the first chapter of my probably-not-so-good TF2 fan fiction... if you have some ideas for this story, please do say so, thanks and enjoy the story! :)


"NO!"

Darkness, all I see is darkness. Almost as fast as the darkness came, I was back in the respawn room.

"Ugh…" that horrible feeling each time I get after respawn always gets annoys me so much.

"Hello my darling."

"Wha.. oh it's you."

"Come on… that's no way to talking to your one and only true love."

"For the record, I never said that."

"But you showed it to me last night…"

Before I knew it, my face burned up and I reached for my ears to check if my ears were red hot.

"Aw… I love it when you do that!"

"Fuck you."

Honestly, I have absolutely no clue how I got myself into this mess. First of all I've always been the girly-girl of the house and now I'm fighting and backstabbing for a living. Second I've always had that issue of fainting on the sight of blood and now I practically roll in blood everyday and actually find the smell and taste of blood good. Last, for a peace activist, I'm somehow engaged in a never-ending war.

Sure the TF2 Industry pays really well and after a while I do enjoy the art of backstabbing. But seriously, do I look like the fighting type? I mean, for 4 years of my life I did join color guard and spend a good deal of time playing around with a saber but a butterfly knife is way different from that.

I remember when I was recruited for the position. Some guys in a dark alley cornered me when I was walking home from school after a color guard practice. I thought I was going to be doomed but before I knew it my body went into motion and my saber took the lead. To tell the truth, I didn't even know what happened, it was a black out moment and then me and my saber covered in blood with the guys in a puddle of blood.

Of course I was horrified, who wouldn't be? After I came to my senses, I ran straight home. After cleaning myself and my saber with the garden water hose I walked inside, prepared for some cops to jump into my face and call me a murderer. Instead, I found my parents in the living room talking with a young lady in purple. After 10 minutes of "WTF!", I finally figured out who the lady was, she was Ms. Pauling, who is supposedly from a really exclusive private boarding school that wants to recruit me.

Sure my parents and I were happy and of course we agreed to her terms so I was scheduled to leave immediately that night with only close personal possessions.

On the way to my "new school", Ms. Pauling confronted me about what I did that night and needless to say, I was scared to death. But right before I go into a nervous breakdown and pull out my saber to "finish the job", Ms. Pauling explained to me about the TF2 Industry and the Reliable Excavation Demolition, the RED. With everything out in the open and the clear options of join or jail, I choose to join.