PLEASE NOTE: This is set in 1954, I believe the game atm is set in 1968. This is why some may be quite young. PEOPLE AGE. Also, PEOPLE DIE.
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy it and comment, anything's welcome! I'm sorry also if the accents are shabby, I'm not very good at that. XD So read and enjoy! Sorry if it's really long :P
Kiyomi Yuki
"Miss Pauling please stop pacing around the room," the Announcer ordered to the younger girl who walked back and forth.
She stopped, "Sorry ma'am," she apologized, her face turning red. "But how are we going to control these people, and how are they not going to find out?"
Smoke trailed from the large chair in which the Administrator sat, "Easy Miss Pauling, power is money and I have quite a bit of that."
"But these are dangerous people ma'am; I've been reading their files. They're killers, lunatics; most of them have mental problems. At least three of them are from insanity wards, and one's even from a maximum security prison!" the girl said worry obviously in her voice.
The Administrator spoke calmly, "Which means they'll be easy to convince to try and kill each other. These lunatics are perfect for the job," Miss Pauling didn't even need to see the Administrator to know she was smiling her evil smile.
Miss Pauling pushed her glasses up her nose, and nodded, "Ok, as long as I don't have to greet them."
"Don't worry Miss Pauling, there already here."
Four vehicles pulled up into the dusty area where there was only an abandoned blue warehouse that stood. On the side a logo was printed, Wright Shipping.
One was a grey school bus, used to cart prisoners around, another a white almost ambulance type vehicle, the other two looked like armored vehicles that carried around money for banks.
The bus was the first to open the door, and first two men in suits and sunglasses stepped out.
"Hurry up morons," the one carrying a shotgun and smoking yelled into the bus.
Out stepped out a young man, maybe 17 or 18, his hands were handcuffed and he wore a prisoner's uniform of an orange jumpsuit. "Yo, you don't talk to me like that!" he yelled at the man furious.
The guard simply put the shotgun in the young guys face and he hurried to stand by the other guard.
Next a tall lanky man walked out, maybe late 20's. He had a tan and sideburns, and looked like he was used to living outdoors. He like the man before him wore prisoner garbs.
"Look here partner, I can walk myself to the firing range," a short bald man stated in a Texan accent to the third guard who was walking him to the line that was now forming in the desert.
"Whoa, wait just one freaking minute, they're killing us?!? Wait! I just killed one guy! It was an accident I swear!" the younger man started to panic, trying to find away to escape but didn't run for the shot gun in his face.
One of the armored cars doors opened, revealing a figure with an iron mask on. Whoever it was had shaggy black hair that came down to their chin and was escorted by four guards. Two pulled the prisoner along while the other held sub-machine guns at the body. The persons hands were bonded together by a giant piece of metal, and their legs were chained together barely allowing them to walk. Their suit was grey and seemed to be made by a strange material. Strangest of all were the tubes jutting from their body, a couple to the back of the neck, one to each arm and leg, and four connected to the waist. All these tubes connected to a canister that was pushed along by a fifth guard that just stepped out of the car.
The prisoner was also escorted to the line where the three men already there starred at the strange being.
"What the fuck did you do?" the youngest man asked looking at the five guards who seemed more professional than the others, they stood in attention, straight and tall while the guards that came off the bus mumbled to each other in a little circle.
The newcomer looked at the speaker, but didn't speak. The loud mouthed kid noticed how short this prisoner was, barely taller that the short Texan man.
The other armored car opened up and revealed to be carrying 4 passengers in the cramped car, plus eight guards like the five that watched the masked criminal.
First to walk out in orange jumpsuit was a tall, slim man. He looked young barely older 20, clean shaven with wavy, sandy brown hair. His legs and arms were chained together with the other 3 prisoners.
"Ah, so 'ere iz where it ends," he spoke with a French accent, he brought his hand to brush a lock of hair from his face. He wore an unusually calm smile on his face.
Following him was an older man, about 30, on his face he wore round spectacles, and hair swept to the side.
"Defiantly a German," the loud mouth thought.
This man like the one before him wore a smile, not calm but insane.
Next came a black man, "Aye, lads. Looks like we've reached the end of the road," he spoke in a Scottish accent. He wore an eye patch and laughed as he was being walked to the line.
Finally a massive man crawled out of the car; it was amazing they could all fit in the car with him. Like the prisoner who was masked, he too had his hands bolted together with a massive amount of metal. He spoke loudly in a heavy Russian accent, "You cowards, I have no gun to shoot back," looking at the guards with their guns and listening to the other prisoners speak of death.
The white medical vehicle opened and three doctors dressed in white pushed out a man on vertical board on wheels. The man had a military style haircut and seemed to be waking up from a drug-induced sleep; he blinked wildly at the bright sun. He was in a straitjacket and his muscular legs were strapped down with belts and locks. Along with the doctors, two guards watched the man with guns. The man also had gag on and his head was strapped to the board also.
"Good, you're all here," a female, disembodied voice spoke to the group who no all stood in a line. "Check for weapons and take off their handcuffs."
"Yes ma'am," the guards spoke to nothing. One guard walked to each prisoner while the others stood watch guns ready.
First came the young mouthy kid, "I don't wanna die, this is a mistake!" he still panicked as the man slipped off the handcuffs and patted him down.
"Look mate, just get the shootin' over with," the tall Australian stated.
The Texan just slipped off his handcuffs and shoved his hands into his pockets, "All this for screwing up a bridge."
For the next prisoner the guard slipped off the iron mask, revealing a young female face.
"Holy shit!" the guard exclaimed, pointing at the girl, "I think you lost your prisoner, this is a bloody girl!"
One of the guards that had escorted the young girl shook his head, "Nope, that's her, the little bugger, hope you don't have a lighter on yah, or it'll be gone."
The girl was Asian and maybe 16 or 17 it was hard to tell. Her face was blotchy red from a rash and dry. Her eyes were rimmed yellow and light brown in the middle, also slightly bloodshot. Two metal prongs, one on each side of her mouth came out of her throat.
The man plugged his key into her handcuffs and they fell to the ground. He reached to pat her down but the girl reached up and grabbed his throat.
More than 8 guns clicked as they pointed at the girl, "ouse na ouch meh," her voice came out rasped and more of a hiss. The other prisoners starred at the strange girl, still in shock there was a girl here.
"Just take off her jumpsuit," the lady's voice came back, obviously watching them.
The guard shrugged as the girl zipped off her jump suit, underneath a tank top and shorts. She wasn't a pretty site, all red and blotchy. The tubes jutted from skin, a machine the size of a small book lay on her chest whirring away with two smaller machines stuck out from the bottom of her neck. She was a Frankenstein creature, more machine than man, barely human, and just a freak of nature. Suture scars were seen from her neck down and across. A black flame like tattoo was printed to her right forearm and bottom left leg.
"Atch yah ookin at?" she hissed at the other men, hatred on her face.
One of her guards pulled a mechanical mouth mask device from his suit jacket, "Here freak, forgot to give you this, you can talk normally before you die."
The girl caught, and clicked on to the metal prongs that went into her mouth," Thanks asshole," her voice not raspy but now more mechanical. (But not Darth Vader style with the heavy breathing. Think talking over a computer on a headset. With a crappy headset.) She gave the finger to guard and stood in line.
"What's a shiela getting shot for?" the Australian asked, appalled at the idea of shooting women.
"Look Aussie if I wanted you're help I'll ask, so kindly shut up," the girl shot him a look of venom. Despite her Asian background she spoke without an accent.
The Scottish spoke up also as the guard took off his handcuffs, "I agree, what's a wee lass getting death for?"
"Yes, why little girl here?"
"Look man, if she gets bail, I deserve it too!"
"STOP CALLING ME LITTLE!" the girl yelled, her mechanical mouthpiece buzzing slightly. Her eye twitched slightly and she looked as if she would jump out of that line and strangle every one of the other prisoners before the guards shot at them.
"Ze Fraulien iz perfectly fine at handling herself, if I am correct," the German spoke up for the first time. His smile still there directed at the insane girl.
She turned to look at the German, a look of recognition came to her face, her eyes wide, "You…"
The German nodded a look of triumph on his face, "I oped to zee how you turned out."
A nasty smile came to the girls lips, "You god dammed Nazi doctor."
The conversation was cut short with the awakening of the strapped down man who now stood on his own.
"MAGGOTS! BULLETS WON'T KILL ME, I'LL STRANGLE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU BY MYSELF," the man yelled struggling with the six men holding him still. The crazy guy didn't even care that one had a pistol to his head.
"Calm down Mr. Doe! We let you out of your jacket, see? Now be a good soldier and stand attention!" one of the doctors begged.
"YOU'RE ALL TRAITORS! SPIES! YOU WANT TO BRING COMMUNISM TO AMERICA!" he continued to yell. The Frenchman coughed slightly at the mention of spies.
The soldier proceeded to push over two guards and almost freed himself from the other four before the lady's voice came back.
"Mr. Doe, if you do not stand at order now for your superior, I will have you shot as a traitor!" her voice strong and angry.
At once he stopped struggling and stood still hands pressed to his sides, "What is your request sir?" The guards gasped for their breath back and headed back to where the group of guards and doctors stood.
The woman sighed, "Just stand there."
So in a line of nine stood the nine criminals, one begging for mercy, another smirking at the thought of death, another waited for orders, and more than one was just plain pissed off.
"Now what?" the tall Frenchman asked looking at the barrels of the guns.
"Now someone dies," the voice told him.
The guards smiled and pulled their triggers, waiting for the satisfying plunk as the bullets hit their targets.
But it never came, just a click and the screaming of the loud mouthed kid. Confused the men looked at their guns, no bullets. They searched their jackets, no bullets.
"But today you, the prisoners, are free. However these guards, not so fortunate, have fun."
And on each one of these killers faces appeared a smile.
Oh I don't own TF2 valve does, however my errr, girl design sorta belongs to me... I supose?
Sorry if i spent too much time on her, u see we all know (hopefully) what the other classes look like excluding spy. so i had more to work with :)
Anyway please review!!!!!