Chapter One: A monotone dialogue.
As the doors opened from the base of Well, Healer was caught in the blinding sunlight washing through the open arched windows of the base and her pale skin glowed in it's godly light. Her long black hair swayed in the gentle battle breeze that swept around her, tussling her long white lab coat against her shins as she stood in the line with her team that were posed and ready for an outright war to begin. Their faces were stale in a vexed veil, their posture pinned to be intimidating and their eyes ravenous for the craving of a victory they would hopefully announce.
Healer stood beside Medic-her closest friend in the whole team and co-worker; And also the man she was meant to heal the whole way through this mission and cut down any spy's lurking behind her or any enemy for that matter. He was slightly taller then her, black raven hair as dark as the colour black and his pale skin smooth and clear. His long white lab coat like Healer's was swaying gently and his black pants tucked into his knee high boots were polished to clean for such an occasion. Healer couldn't see his shirt underneath or vest, but she was sure that it was smoothed and clean just like the rest of him. His medi-gun rested on his hip while the large uber-charger clung to his back on straps hooking over his shoulders tightly so it wouldn't fall off. He was the embodiment of persevere. He never backed down with his experiments, not once had he ever told Healer he would give up on a fine piece of art they both took a part of working on and not once would you ever hear him say that he gives up. He studies up until late, he contemplates and shudders in anger at his work and he always finds a way around a barrier. He was a man that said no to the impossible, spat on it's grave even and politely told it to go fuck itself.
He was what made this team the way they were; Unstoppable. Each of them, from Demo, Soldier, Spy, Sniper, Pyro, Heavy, Scout, Engineer, Healer and Medic himself had a special device implanted in their hearts to help carry the wavelength of the teleporter. The teleporter was something that used a connection with the devices to de-materialise a fallen mercenary, and re-materialise them back onto the teleporter or spawn room-depending on where it was based. Least to say, it's a marvellous piece of work and Engineer was proud to be it's owner and maker. The base of Well looked hazy in the morn hue. A cold breeze gave the illusion of peaceful euphoria a run for it's money as no one would ever think such an industrial place like this would be the place to witness such vile and cruel acts against two teams. Healer was on the RED team, while their enemy team was BLU team-the exact definition of wasteful and boring.
The thing that made it so hard to bear with when Healer first joined, was the fact that they were fighting themselves; They were scanned copies and cloned android's used to give the RED team something to fight against and also amuse the watchful Administrator-the watchful queen and ruler of this whole ordeal. Healer didn't much care for it however, as long as she was happy to take such a blissful and free-willed (to some extent) party underneath her, she was more then happy to do so.
''Right you maggots!'' Soldier-the team's wistful and over-bearing attitude Soldier unit, spoke out loudly in his bellowing voice,
''I want you all to know that if we fail this mission, I will gladly have you bent over and do me a-hundred push-ups, followed by another hundred push-ups until your arms are weak and bleeding! Do I make myself clear?!''
''Yes, Soldier!'' The team said in a melodic unison tune.
''Good! Now don't go running of like some scared little girly! I want to see you all out there ripping apart those fake wannabe's! Do America proud gentleman!''
Healer didn't mind being called a gentleman. It suited her more because she was of course the only girl mercenary to fight amongst the boisterous and laid-back men she had got so used to being around with, that being nervous or shy was something off a past and much long gone self off hers. ''Ready, Herr Healer?'' Medic asked with a grin.
''As alvays, Herr Doctor.'' She replied.
Healer had raised her arm slightly-to be precise her right arm which was customised with a gleaming black and grey metallic mechanical brace. It looked something a robot would wear, only it wasn't actually replacing her real arm, it was just slipped over it instead. The fingers trailed over her hand like little metal worms and the holes in the fingertips were where the golden flowing serum would emerge from to heal Medic and provide him with a protective shield if the machine on her hip (which was a pad) detected it.
''Gut! Zhen vat are vee vetting for?!'' Medic cheered.
As his rallying cry sounded, the horn of the battle commencing sounded through the base' once peaceful breeze and was shattered by the angry raging and yelling from the RED team leaving the safety of their hanger. The fight was shrouded in anger quickly; The RED team clashed with the enemy team members on the BLU team in a fiery dance of greed to win. Bullets were released from barrels of guns and sent flying like messenger pigeons to deliver a demise so sweetly humiliating, Healer did her best not to suffer any humiliation herself. The sounds of rockets chipped and spat up dirt from the ground, the sound of minigun's shredding through the breeze like knives against steel. Healer, Medic and Heavy were half-way near the main large hanger where the intelligence was (it's like capture the flag, but more fiercer and cruel and the briefcase contains top secret files) positioned.
The idea was to have anyone from any team pick up the intel, deliver it back to their bae and gorge themselves on their winning victory while the losers slouched and shunned themselves into there failure. A blast from a rocket shot by an enemy Soldier flying over-head startled Healer as she ran past the train tracks safely, her hair like a horse's mane flaring in the breeze as she ducked down behind a crate. Medic had positioned himself behind her while she checked the surroundings, her acid rifle posed outward to shot any unwanted guests. It was by far (her favourite melee weapon being her Orbito clast's) her first favourite weapon due to the way it cut through the skin so cleanly, that when it melted and separated the flesh from it's victim she couldn't help but get high of the oozing ozone smell it left behind and the rusting fire smell that burned into her veins and nose afterwards.
Once clear, Healer waved a white gloved hand to Medic as a gesture to move out. ''Me, jou and Heavy can sneak past vhile za team distracts.'' Healer blueprinted. ''Zhat vay no one gets hurt or seen.''
''Vat if enemy Medic, Healer and Heavy show?'' Heavy asked with a puzzled tone.
''Zhen I vill rip zhem apart. Simple as. Medic, Heavy, are jou happy vith za plan?''
''Ja, gut to go.'' Medic agreed, his eyes twinkling at the words 'rip apart'.
''Da, let us move.'' Heavy agreed.
The trio set off carefully as the sounds of warfare sung through the base, bouncing off the walls and then rebounding back around to repeat itself. When the three members peered into the hanger, they could see a crazed massacre of blood and gore splattering the walls and the sounds of cries echoing like they were in a deep tunnel searching for a way out. The shrill shriekings of a Scout were hard to tell if they were friend or foe, but Healer didn't much care for it because there was no way they could get around to whoever it was without a Sniper catching them in their hawk eye view. All they had to do was get past the hectic brawl in front of them and up the ramp which led to the enemy's intel base, however a Soldier, Demo man and a Pyro stood in their way and were making their time worth it cutting down the RED team's members.
''OK.'' Healer sighed.
''Here's how vee do zhis...''
''Try not to get blown to Stücke ?'' Medic replied with golden sarcasm.
''Vell obviously.'' A sound of a bomb exploding and a bullet whipping through the hanger rung suddenly, the trio watching half of the building's catwalk start to slip from it's structure.
''Look, vee need a distraction. It's better zhen going in guns blazing-especially vith us three vhich is a dead giveaway. Jou know zhey vill aim for us, Medic, zhen zhey vill go for Heavy. Soldier should have stayed.''
Healer bit her cheek as she remembered Soldier had parted shortly before they made it across the rattling train tracks that almost gave Healer a fright. (She hated trains for a good reason). Just as hope was slipping from there hands, Healer spotted their team's Demo man waving to the three enemy members on the metal ramp. He grinned triumphantly, which caught the watchful gaze of the enemies and had alerted them of his presence.
''He is going to get himself killed...'' Medic huffed, rubbing his forehead.
''I'll ready za medi-gun, and Healer, stay close by bitte.'' ''Nein, look!'' Healer said as she poked Medic's arm. The sight was something of somewhat amusing; Demo was pretending to be surrendering to them. This was an act none of them had ever done on the battlefield-it was classed as impossible to do because each team was as reckless and dominating as each other-but this was marvellous! It was working! The three enemies had sent the Pyro and Demo man down to 'finish' him off, but then he did something just as surprising when they neared him.
He winked at Healer and Medic, gesturing for them to start making their way up the ramp while the Soldier was alone and soon to be incapacitated by the trio awaiting their movements to him. Healer wasted no time with Medic and Heavy, and begun to slowly edge their way towards the ramp and drawing in near to the enemy Soldier. The Demo man on the RED team pulled out his prinny machete and quickly cut down the two enemies without any hesitation just as his trio of friends had made their way to the Soldier and had the minigun fill him with shiny golden shells.
Healer saluted the Demo man before racing off with her team, their was not enough time to dally around thanking and so she made a mental note to say a proper thank you once they had crowned themselves of victory.
The large hanger they ran through was clear enough for them to be on a higher watchful guard; It was because there was usually a sentry lurking in a corner somewhere with it's owner-an Engineer-looming about close enough to watch it tear down any sprinting enemies. The loud fire of gunshots and ear-splitting ringing from RPG's rung through the breeze and made it hard to focus. Her cherry red eyes focused on Medic and Heavy as they slowly etched there way out around a corner, Heavy being the first to peek knowing that with the help of Healer, they could crit him much faster then Medic on his own. His only fear was if Healer got backstabbed by a spy, he would have to spin quicker then a whippet to heal her into her hysteric mode while she was being revived by him. He hoped however, that she would manage to keep a watchful ear out for any soft taps of fancy shoes on the concrete.
''Coast is clear.'' Heavy said safely.
''Gut, don't vant any Sentry's getting in our vay, vere almost to za intel room.'' Medic replied, his Kritzkrieg posed smartly in those red rubber gloved hands. Healer felt her chest was getting heavier as they roamed further down the hall, turning right down a corner and not spotting anything dangerous to harm them.
''Schweinhunds.'' Medic swore, glancing out of the window of the hanger.
''Doctors, we go further?'' The large man asked, his eyes settling onto Healer who had seemed to have been bothered by something behind her.
''Vee are nearly near za intel room, but it doesn't feel safe.'' Medic said, treading his black boot carefully on the floor with his black pants tucked neatly into them.
Healer however, was distracted by something behind her. She had felt something shuddering around her, like a cold chill whistling down her back as she wobbled to the wall and stood there trying to listen for any sounds of a Spy nearby. Her eyes searched the corners of the room where Spy's usually liked to conjure up and then pounce, but what she couldn't see was the soft water like ripples where a Spy would move closer before emerging out of his cloak. Healer put her special goggles down over her eyes-a high-tech piece of equipment that her, Medic and Engineer had worked on to make it easier for her to spot Spy's and kill them with her electrified bone-saw, or if she was feeling more cruel, her acid rifle would be at hand to.
Once over her eyes, she looked deeper into the creases of the naked corner. But there was no ripple, no watery like textures to frame it and there was no sounds of soft feet padding against the floorboards. For a moment she calmed herself, lifting the goggled back up to her forehead just below her nurse cap and sighed softly.
''OK, I zhink-''
Suddenly, a hand was clamped over her mouth and another laced around her waist tightly, her body flung backwards against a tall and sturdy figure. The smell of intoxicating and sickly cologne swarmed her nostrils, and her throat burned from it's sourness. She tried to pry the hand off but when she did a knife was held closely to her main artery.
''I believe this is the main part of the artery, is it not Mon Amie?'' A familiar voice cooed in her ear.
''Let he go, Schweinhund!'' Medic warned, his crusader's bow posed and ready to fire at the one and only enemy Spy. His dark blue suit was smoothed to perfection, not a single crease in the body of it and his ski mask was fitted nicely over his face, only to reveal a pair of dark blue eyes and a smug smile peering through the mouth gap.
''Dare to shoot and watch me take down your only lover?'' He mocked.
Healer growled in anger at the mockery, stamping her heeled boot hard on his foot and feeling him groan into her neck from the pain. Unfortunately, the Spy had felt worse then a stomp and remained his heavy grasp against her, etching her backward away from her team. Medic was most defiantly not her lover...He was to good for her.
''Heavy will kill little blue man in boring blue suit!'' Heavy warned, standing closer to Medic who was looking like his finger was pressing harder and harder onto that trigger of his.
Healer could feel her bone saw on her hip near her pad, but there was no chance she would be able to get to it in time for the Spy not to notice her reaching for it. Her head was spinning, the scene in hyperdrive as she squeezed her eyes shut as the blade of the knife gently licked it's teeth against her pale skin. She could feel her pulse pound against it, the wanting for him to just do it was something she was no stranger to. Sometimes being killed wasn't always so bad when the machine's in there hearts brought them back, but even then it was guaranteed to always work.
''Here is how this goes, I kill your precious assistant here, then I kill you-'', his finger poked up slightly whilst holding the knife still, ''then I kill your precious fat man over there, and then I take your intel to our base and win this match. I think that is a splendid plan.''
''In jour dreams, arorroganter abschaum!'' Healer exclaimed.
She flung her head forward, giving full access to Spy's head for Medic to land a shoot on. ''Shoot Medic shoot!'
Healer ordered, and if not needed he followed it already, firing a needle right into the Spy's head between his eyes. His head recoiled backwards from the hit, another being fired shortly after into his eye and then another in the same place as before, wedging the other right into his brain and finishing him there. His body went limp against Healer's, then slowly he dropped to his knee's and thumped to the floor in a pool of crimson swarming around his head.
Healer took a deep inhale, slowly releasing it and holding her neck as if the knife had imprinted itself there permanently. She felt dazed, of track as Medic rushed to her aid and aimed the medi-gun at her, the red serum flowing over her and making her feel as if she was floating higher then ever on a cloud just for her.
''I'm fine, Doctor.'' She said through relaxed lulls. ''Danke jou two.''
''Is Doctor ok?'' Heavy asked.
''Ja, she vill be fine.'' Medic replied, but he seemed uncertain himself from the expression painted on her face.
''Let's go, vere already behind!'' Healer quickly spoke.
She knew that the boosting adrenaline coursing through her veins was from the Kritzkrieg, it's heavenly powers so addictive she found herself drifting off to it's warming sensations and often finding herself feeling the need to please herself when she was alone. It was a mysterious secret she kept behind locked lips, but one she would surely know Medic would understand for sure.
As the trio set off once again, they managed to breach the small wooden bridge to the underground part of the enemy's base, and thought they were fully exposed to heavy fire from Soldier's and Demo's, they were protected by each other and the helping hand of a Soldier waiting for them.
''Well, well, some Maggots finally decided to show up!'' He screamed in his heavy voice. It was smooth, but felt like rocks against your ears by the way he abused it. And Healer had still wondered how he could see through that helmet he wore and that baggy red shirt that was getting to big for him. He had his RPG rested on his shoulder to fire at anyone following, while an Engineer had parked himself up in the corner beside him out of view.
''Tut mir leid.'' Healer said, her hands on her knee's as she took a moment to compose herself. ''Zhere vas a enemy spy ghosting us.''
''And let me guess, you just so happened to get caught in his grasp sweetheart, huh?'' Soldier retorted, and Healer was offended by it.
''Vell vere here aren't vee?''
''Da, Doctor nearly died trying to get us here.'' Heavy argued, a protective disgraced expression on his face.
''Exactly, and I don't appreciate my assistant getting za back hand off doing her best to keep us alive! She vas nearly killed, Soldier.'' Medic chimed in, his eyes daggering Soldier's-if he could even see them.
''Enough you little ladies! I want that intel in our hands and in the base! Is that understood? I will stay here and secure the front, you better not fail to get it out safely or you'll have me to answer to! Got it?!''
Healer scowled-as if nearly getting her throat ripped open and having it fill with blood was enough to deal with, she had the bossy attitude of Soldier to deal with to.
''I said is it understood!?'' He called again, louder and more harsher.
''Ja!'' All three of them agreed in unison. Well, heavy more so sounding like 'da' then 'Ja'.
''Then get going!''
Soldier saluted them off, his hand waving them a hopeful but yet, almost weak sending off as they padded there way up the ramp that swung dangerously fast against there heavy steps. The cool underground was slightly darker then the thunder clouds dotted in the sky, a few flamed lamps on the brown chipping walls and the smell of thick rotting pebbles and oil plunged there noses heavily.
''Zhis vay.'' Medic guided, Heavy leading the team in the front while Healer and Medic followed closely behind.
Healer had wondered-and scolded herself for it-for not asking why Demo or Pyro had not attempted to make it down into the intel base and successfully grab the case and cheer there glory to the team. And then it smacked Healer right in the face-hard.
Where were they, and why did Soldier not tell them where they were?
He would always specify who was down in the intel room or who was by the payload or control point in whatever mission they were doing, but he had not specified this time and Healer was so dumb to not notice it there and then.
''Vait!'' Healer called out just as they breached the entrance to the intel room.
Heavy and Medic skidded to a halt, specks of dust flicking up from there grinding boots. They looked back at her with quizzed eyes, desperate for an answer.
''Leave za intel. Vait.'' Healer ordered-and as crazy as it sounded, they needed to listen.
''Vat? Are jou crazy?'' Medic asked, shocked at such a stupid order.
''Ja, maybe I am. But listen, zhat Soldier back at the top, even za Engineer. Zhey didn't specify who vas down here, did zhey? Jou know zhat Soldier, vherever he vould be, vill alvays specify who is near the intel. He didn't.''
''Maybe he forgot?'' Heavy said, a brow raised.
''Nein, he vouldn't forget-He's Soldier! He never forgets a rule. Zhat Soldier...''
''Zhat Soldier vas a-''
Before Medic could finish, a sickening sound of flesh being pierced filled Heavy and Medic's ears as a soft cry slipped from Healer's lips and sent chills down there spines. She had her back arched, her hands clutching her stomach and her head being forced back by a black gloved hand.
''A spy, vas you going to say, 'herr Doctor'?'' The enemy spy snorted, mocking Medic and Healer's words as he pulled the knife out slowly with her blood inking down the stainless steel. ''Aw, what a poor little assistant. Where is her Doctor when she needs them?''
''Jou Schweinhund!'' Medic swore, pointing his crossbow at Spy and sharply daggering him with an angry glare. He reached forward to Healer, his hands going to cling to her arm when a black gun was pointed to his neck and the trigger being squeezed gently by the Spy.
''Not so fast.'' He said. ''I think she is a smart one. But a shame she wastes her talent being around you. You never pay any respect to her.''
''Shut up!'' Healer interrupted from the ground. She was gripping her stomach, her face vexed into a agonized scowl and her hair slipping around her pale gaunt cheeks.
''Oh please, a weak attempt. But at least you can watch your Doctor die with dignity.'' Spy cackled loudly.
The room was hummed by the droning off a minigun beginning to fire, the sound whirring slowly and then a burst of bullets beginning to fly out at a rapid speed and peppering the walls into bits of dust and cobbled splinters flicking off. The Spy had not had the chance to run before the golden bullets had filled his insides up with there shells fitting in neatly, his body once again cluttering to the floor in a bloody heap and his suit tanned to a dark morbidly burgundy red.
Healer huffed angrily on the floor as Medic scurried to her side, the medi-gun once again being placed by her side and the serum washing over her like a soft sheet of pure ease-a feeling that made her feel like she was in a dream state carefully staring through the pain soaked orbs she flickered open and shut like a light switch.
''Stay vith mien, Healer.'' Medic muttered close to her ear. ''Heavy, get za intel and let us move!''
''Da, Doctor!'' Heavy obliged, sprinting off towards the intel just down the hall with his minigun to hand.
Healer wasn't strong enough to get up despite the effort from the medi-gun-perhaps the most powerful Est and advanced of them all-still feeling weak and drained from the wound. The lips of it had begun to seal closed due to the hot heat emitting from it, while the scar was left gashing itself across her lower stomach and turning a horrid red raw colour that stung when touched.
''Nearly zhere.'' Medic shushed, his hand adding pressure to the handle of the medi-gun, a almost strong enough pressure to break it.
''Doctor, go on.'' Healer spoke, but her energy was sucked out from her. ''Go vith out mien. I see jou zhere vhen vee have won. Don't vorry.''
''Nein! Jour coming vith us on zhis.'' Medic cemented.
Heavy had come sprinting back with the intel just as Medic had hoisted Healer to her feet-but his face was a pretty picture with a vexed expression clinging to both of the Doctors.
''Heavy might have annoyed enemy Blu Engineer!'' Heavy shouted angrily as he rushed towards them, a giant sweeping them backwards with the intel case on his back with papers threatening to slip out of it's blue shiny coating. 'And perhaps Demo to!''
''Vat?'' The Doctors said in unison.
From the corner where Heavy had emerged from, was an angry pounding of feet smacking against the ground and then two men-one small and the other fairly tall-charging from around it with faces of bloodied snarling gapes of anger. They were furious, which meant Heavy had taken the intel by force gesturing to there bloody faces and bruised eyes.
''Run!'' Heavy wailed with a sniggering grin on his face. ''Little babies are angry!''
''Heavy!''
Medic yelled while Healer grunted from his harsh spin to turn her around. She felt the wound stretch as they begun to run-Healer merely managing to-down the hall towards the plank bridge. She fired a few rounds from her rifle, the acid splattering onto the walls and leaving a nasty bubbling fester of green liquid to chew it's way through the stone. None of them were hitting the targets due to her being off aim from bending herself around with a stinging wound and a frantic Doctor trying to get them both to safety.
Heavy had taken his spot in front while Medic fired some rounds to the enemy Demo and Engineer gaining rather quickly on them, while Healer was doing the same and only managing to scratch there arm or leg. Even so, the acid in the needles was enough to shred it deep enough to the bone and expose it, a fascinating idea written out from her curious and morbid mind she often found solace in when she was on her own.
As the team reached the train tracks, the Demo had grabbed a hold of Healer's lab coat and was pulling her back with a frightfully strong pressure. Medic tugged on her wrists as the Demo swung his machete towards her hip. The rest had seemed to go in slow motion; All she remembered was Medic pulling her close to his chest and hitting the hard floor, the sound of a roaring dragon of explosions erupting behind them and the orange glow of fire sparkling in Medic's dark eyes that glared into her bleeding ones with such joy. For some reason, she felt herself feel safer then ever with him.
The hanger shook heavily as a Soldier had landed beside them, his RPG posed onto his shoulder and his grin wide and stretching along his cheeks smeared with mud hiding his scarred skin. He belted towards them in a galloping charge, but not meaning any harm. There saviour of course, was there own team mate.
''Ah, can't believe you maggots fell for that old trick.'' He mocked, referring to the sly trick from the enemy spy. ''At least you managed to get the intel. Heavy has it on it's way already!''
''He goes fast.'' Healer heaved, her warmth swirling onto Medic's warm body as if the were to medi-gun's swirling around in each other's heat and pleasuring safety.
''Vhen he vants to.'' Medic added, his hands holding her hips gently.
The Soldier grimaced-however he understood the love blossoming between them even if they believed otherwise; He and Zhanna had fell in love in a similar way, fast and heavy and quick, but Healer and Medic were as bad as each other when it came to spotting the flame spluttering between them.
''Well come on you to sick lovers, we got a point to rub in some weak member' faces!'' Soldier roared, his hands hoisting him up and ushering them down to the intel room of the RED team's base.
There bodies were bricks, heavy and heaving after the powerful running and the sweat beading against there temples as they rounded the corner of the intel room wall-Healer's eyes setting instantly on a enemy Soldier and Demo about to poke out from the corner of the intel room's other entrance. Once again, Healer was thrown into slow-motion, her mouth stretching wide in fear as she raised her arm to Medic to heal him as he did to Heavy who was inches away from the intel desk-the domineering countdown from the Administrator's voice louder then ever screeching into her ears and burning every cell in her body.
Her eyes saw the sticky bombs fly out, the Soldier's rocket eject itself from the hidey hole and the orange flames coughing out as they shot towards Heavy; On her pad as she looked down in slow-motion, a hyperdrive buzzing through her, she could see her health was critically low and her uber charge was ready to go. She had to do this. She knew she had to even if it meant risking her own life to win this match-she'd do it.
''Doctor, I am ready to release za charge!'' She cried through the dragging sensation.
He looked back and before he could argue, her finger hit the switch and a golden glowing aurora of metallic glows swallowed her whole and gripped her in it's touch. She felt as if every bone, cell, hair, organ and even vein was fully alive-electrically buzzed and jittery and she was over-taken by the sensation of being invincible. She felt her throat burn from her scream, her eyes bled red long lines down her cheeks and her skin turned pale as she charged Medic, his medi-gun reacting to the chain and protecting the Heavy in a glowing aurora of metallic red shielding them. As the rocket and sticky bombs stuck to the ground, they burst into a loud boom of colourful oranges, reds and even wispy whites circling together to create a fiery roaring lion in there angry haze.
Healer could just about see through her blinded rage from the charge, that the Heavy was throwing the intel case right onto the desk as the countdown sounded down to the last 5 digits that mattered;
5.
The intel case was flying high and the glowing hues were lighting the room up with it's heat blaring away.
4.
The uber charge was nearly out. Fuck, she thought.
3.
Her brain was burning alight with the uber coursing through her veins, cooking her up inside like a fire pit. She felt her hands shake angrily, her bones ache as she heard the numbers tick slower and slower and slower...
2...1!
And then as if un-paused and set back into the normal speed, she was thrown into the back of Medic as the case clattered to the table top and the victory signal sounded out like a siren beckoning for her sailor.
They had won.
Heavy laughed hysterically, his gun twisting round loudly as he pointed it at the now worried looking Soldier and Demo man.
''Run! Run little babies!'' He cheered.
A flurry of golden bullet sparked through the room as they peppered and dazzled the walls with hot holes, the blood from the two enemy members splattering up the sides of it like some horror flick show; Healer clutched Medic's back as she felt the uber-charge slowly drain down, leaving her in a weak and violated by the heavy weigh of the charge practically consuming her under it's powers. Medic glanced over his shoulder, a hand lacing around her waist as he turned around and held her closely as the congratulating music played over the speakers and another mission in this wild game of torture and amusing entertainment was watched from the administrator herself.
''Good vork, liebe.'' He cooed softly, his own breath hitching slightly.
''Danke.'' Healer replied. But as the cheer had started, her own mind had seemed to be lost in a vividly wild dream state that she fell into...