A/N : I haven't written anything in a very long time, and I haven't written a serious fanfiction in much longer than that. I'm trying to get back in-touch with my writing side and hopefully I will get in the habit of creating things more often.
Since I'm currently interested in TF2, I decided to give it a shot. This encompasses several of my headcanons, one of which you'll have to know ahead of time, otherwise some of this might not make sense. There is only one of each team member, so there are no clones: each character is his own individual.
RED: Medic, Heavy, Demo, Engie, and Sniper
BLU: Pyro, Scout, Soldier, and Spy.
I hope you enjoy it, and if you have any critiques I'd love to hear it so I can improve. Thank you.
FOREWARD
Alright, kid. So you wanna hear my story? Listen up, because I'm only gonna tell this story once. I hate a lot of things, and repeatin' myself is high up on that list. You wanted to know my story, how I got here, why I decided to stay, but I ain't gonna tell you all that. I hate sentimental crap. And I hate wastin' my breath.
But I am gonna tell you one story. It's probably the only one worth tellin' and you won't be hearin' it again. So take notes. Learn from me, kid. I'm above a lot of things, and takin' people for granted is one of 'em. Once I thought people couldn't surprise me anymore, that everybody is all made of the same backstabbin' shit as the next guy. But now… I sure as hell ain't gonna see people the same way anymore.
So I just joined the BLUs, after leavin' Ma. I didn't need her anymore. Hell, I don't need nobody anymore. I'm my own man, and I got my own job now, a job that can actually use what I'm good at. Runnin'. (I'm good at a lot of things. Pretty much everything. But out of all those things I've pretty much aced, I like to run the most.) So I've been runnin' fast, killin' everyone that stands in my way. I'm a force o' nature, kid. And even when they somehow manage to hit my tiny head, I just come back again and keep fightin'.
That's right, kid. We get brought back from death every day. It's the Respawns, some crazy-ass technology built by some crazy-ass Australian to keep the fights going. I ain't sure how it all works, but I sure as hell don't care. Few weeks o' this fighting got me lots of cash, kid. I never seen so much money. Right now I'm pretty set. But I ain't gonna stop any time soon. Ma needs the money, and so do my bros back home. Bein' the youngest don't matter squat. I'm the most important. They need me more than anybody else. Ain't no dad around ta take care of us no more, so I gotta do what I gotta do.
Anyway. I'm fightin' like this, gettin' pretty damn solid money.
But then it happened.
In the middle of a fight with RED, the power went out. There was a loud BANG! And it was gone. All the lights, all the vents, all the equipment in the base… it all just shut off. Hell, if my reflexes weren't so good I would'a been blown to pieces by that crazy Demoman and wouldn't 'a come back. The Respawns don't work when the power's out and I would'a been blown to kingdom come. Everybody realized what was goin' on and tried to stop fightin', sorta arrangin' peace treaties but not trustin' nobody. I sure as hell trusted nobody. I tried t' get out, save myself, find somewhere to hide.
And then I met him.
I met the Doc.
PART ONE
I was stuck in the middle of the RED base, hidin' in a closet. I was gonna get their intelligence when it happened, and I slipped in here before they saw me. I felt the cold wall against my back, tryin' to stay in the shadows. There was no light, and all I could hear was my own breathin'. I'm not above admittin' that I was a little concerned. (I wasn't scared- just concerned!) Thought I'd be in there for days. It was getting' cold and I was hungry, but I didn't think I should'a left. Wasn't gonna risk runnin' into the REDs.
I overheard the REDs say that the Administrator and Hale was workin' on findin' the problem with the power, and told us to have a ceasefire… but I wasn't stupid. There was no way I could trust the REDs not to shoot me. This was one of those times where you just couldn't trust anybody, not even your own shadow. I didn't want to come outta that closet until the lights came back on and I was sure I'd be okay.
So I thought I was gonna be home free, right? I mean, it couldn't take that long to get the power back on, I thought. They weren't gonna find me in here.
Then I heard footsteps comin' from nearby. I held my breath and I flattened myself against the wall. The footsteps just got closer and closer… and then they stopped.
Right outside the door.
It was like he sensed me there. He just… knew, somehow. Or maybe there was just somethin' in the closet that he needed to get, I wasn't sure. I tried not to make a sound but the door still opened and a flashlight shone right in my eyes. I couldn't see a thing, but I panicked. I tried to run past him, run out the door as he opened it and get past without him being able to catch me. I mean, there was only one way out and if I could catch him off guard and slip past, I'd be home free. I run faster than any of these old men.
As I tried to get past he barred the way and pushed me back. Then, he spoke, and I knew it was him. That German, that crazy Nazi, that heartless psychopath. That Doc. While I struggled to get past him I heard him laugh his stupid little "doo-hoo-hoo" and corned me like a caged animal. My shoulders brushed against a few storage crates. He took a few steps inside and I lifted my fists, ready to punch his face in if he got too close. "You wanna piece o' me? Come closer and I'll show ya what I'm made of!"
He lowered the flashlight from my eyes and I could finally see him. He was standin' there with his bloodstained labcoat and red gloves, his eyes shinin' behind his glasses. He was a baldin' old guy with a long, square face. He was maybe over forty or fifty somethin', but he managed to have enough o' his dark hair to style it in this annoying little curl. He had a mouth that was too big for his face, or maybe it was just his teeth: pristine white, a bit crooked, set in a smile that could go wider than you'd think possible.
"I thought ve exterminated all zee rats from zhis place!" He lowered his syringe gun toward me and I held my arms in front of my face.
"I told ya, old man, you don't wanna mess with me!"
"Oh, but I do. You're zee new Scout! I don't think ve have had a proper introduction yet, have ve?"
"I know who ya are, old man!"
He leaned in closer and I flung my fist out to punch him in the face, but he saw it comin'. He grabbed my fist and pointed his gun at me. His face was inches from mine. I could even smell his breath- minty, like he'd just brushed his teeth, maybe a hundred times.
"Oh no… you don't know who I am." His voice came with a sharp edge.
He shot me, kid. Stuck a needle in my arm, but I can handle it. I was too tough, I didn't scream. But I did yell, maybe a little bit. It hurt and I was starting to feel drowsy already. I felt him grab my arm and I struggled, but mine was goin' numb. I couldn't get a clean shot at him.
"W-wh-hey! What are you doing!? The administrator called for a ceasefire!"
"Maybe. But don't vorry. I'm not going to kill you."
"Then what are you doin'!?"
He didn't say anythin'. He dragged me out of the closet. For an old guy he had a lot of strength- an iron grip through that rubber glove. I dug my heels into the ground and pulled against him but he kept goin', his boots clomping as he pushed on with determination like a train.
On the way we passed the fat guy. The Russian guy, the Heavy. He was standin' in the hall- it was dark but I could see his bald head shine under the flashlight the Doc held. He stared at me with that clueless look of his and I fought the urge to insult him and his big, fat head. (I didn't, not because I was afraid or anythin', but I'm above insultin' people when it's not the right time.)
"Doktor, vhat are you doing with their Scout!?"
Still, the Doc didn't say anything. He bulldozed right past the Heavy, and he didn't follow. Just stood, just stared, as though nothing could get through his thick, stupid head.
As I was dragged through the dark, I wasn't scared. I mean, most people would be, but not me. I'm way too tough for that. Sure, I was bein' dragged through a pitch-black hallway by an insane Nazi doctor and I didn't know where I was gonna end up, but I knew I could take him. I knew I'd be alright.
We went through a doorway and I could see by his flashlight that we were in some sorta doctor's office. He flung me into a chair and before I could even move, somethin' latched on to my wrists and ankles. I struggled but I couldn't get out.
The Doc was watchin' me. I could hardly see him but I knew he was there, somewhere, shinin' that flashlight at me and lookin' at me, as though he was thinkin' about what sorts a horrible things he was gonna do. I thought I heard him doin' somethin' with his equipment- messin' with syringes or somethin', you know. Doin' what doctors do. He didn't say anything for a long time, but then he finally spoke.
"How old are you?"
Weird question. "What does it matter to you, chucklehead?"
"Answer zee question." He threatened.
"…I'm twenty-two."
"You're lying."
I dunno how he did it, but he saw through me. Maybe he was just good at tellin' people's age, maybe he already knew somethin' about me somehow, I dunno.
"Fine. I'm nineteen."
"You shouldn't be a mercenary. You need to be twenty-one for zhis. Vhy are you here?" I heard him step closer to the chair. The flashlight was still shinin' at me and I couldn't see him, but I could hear him breathin' closer.
"…I need money, for my ma and my brothers."
He suddenly placed his fingers to my forearm. I felt skin instead of a glove, so he must've taken it out. He was feelin' for somethin', I'm not really sure what he was doin'. Then somethin' suddenly stuck in my arm, and I bit back a yelp. He was drawin' my blood! I didn't know what he wanted with it, and I struggled a bit more, yellin',
"What're you doin'!? S-stop! Lemme go!"
He ignored me. I heard his footsteps fade and the light went somewhere else. I was left completely in the dark- there was nothin' but the sound of the doc doin' something nearby. I couldn't turn my head, the back of the chair was too big to look over. I started to shiver a bit- y'know, because it was so cold- and I just kept waiting, wondering when he'd be back, wondering what he was gonna do with me.
"So you came here by yourself to take care of your family?" He finally spoke from somewhere behind me.
"Yeah, why?!"
"Zat is brave of you."
"Of course I'm brave! I'm braver than all of you old men combined!"
I heard him chuckle and he didn't say anything for a few minutes. There was somethin' clinkin' around as he was messin' with his doctor equipment. Then, he finally said somethin'. "You might be brave… for a child. But you have not yet been shown vhat it is like to be truly afraid."
He was at my side again, with huge syringe in his hand. I could see it underneath the light of the flashlight and I knew I was trapped. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the needle sink into my arm. I admit it, I screamed. It hurt worse than anything. It hurt like hell. And then somethin' was fillin' into my veins and I knew it was gonna be bad. There was nothin' I could do about it. I'll admit it, I've never felt so trapped before.
"You von't feel anything soon. It vill go avay."
"What're you doin' to me?" I tried to yell at him, insult him, raise my voice, but I couldn't. It was like there was a frog in my throat or somethin'. It hurt just to talk.
"…I'm practicing medicine."
"What… kind of medicine?"
"A formula I'm testing. I needed someone young, with the right blood." He looks up at me and jerks the syringe out of my arm. "You've got the right blood."
He patted me on the shoulder and I shivered.
"…What does it do…?"
"I have no idea. Ve vill see, von't ve?"
It felt like my spine froze over and all my blood went cold. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Of all the things he could'a told me about what was in that stuff, that was the worst. I wouldn't know what it'd be, not until stuff started happenin' to me.
He let me go after that. He opened up the clasps on my wrists and my feet and then he stood me up from the chair. He steered me back through the halls, and I was feelin' so sluggish I could barely think. I mean, usually I'm thinkin' as fast as I'm runnin', and never missin' a beat. But this guy, he seriously messed me up. I was so cold, so weak… couldn't fight him back as he led me out of the base.
He dumped me off outside in the snow, to find my own way back home. I remember lookin' over my shoulder, tryin' to catch sight of him as he turned around and headed back inside the base. The moonlight let me catch just a glimpse of his labcoat as he went back inside, and then he was gone.
At least he let me go.