"Milky-white Eyes."
Chapter 1
"Light's out, Lawrence."
Today was not a good one for the BLU's.
For one thing: The intel they were trying to gather was in the RED teams building, that was guarded by Sniper.
Two: The said RED was on a record-breaking killing score.
None of that would be much of a setback if it wasn't for one, little thing.
Somebody give him a mini-gun.
With his anger-filled precision mixed with such a fast shooting machine, he turned into a Terminator.
The BLU Spy growled under his breath, as he moved closer to the rock hiding him from the opposing sharpshooter.
That damnable Sniper shot everything that moved, and that was a theory he and the Scout proved by tossing random objects in the air.
Both hat and quarter, were ripped apart by bullets.
Spy growled again. If it wasn't already bad enough, the man alone was keeping them at bay better than one of Engineer's sentry's. And that hurt his pride the most.
He glanced around and spotted Demoman and their Sniper, hiding behind an even larger rock that he did. The look on the blue sharpshooter's face was that of pure annoyance, because while he did manage to shoot at his counterpart a couple of times, the stubborn Aussie just switched places and fired at them ,the minute he saw one of their heads stick out of their hiding places.
He winced when he heard Heavy's cream fill the air. The poor Russian was never able to stay put for long, which resulted in him lieing face-first in the dirt, with a bunch of red dots decorating his back.
The others were just as annoyed as he was, with Medic taking the lead with his German curses, now that Heavy was not around for the ubercharge.
Scout was trying to beat the doctor in the cursing rant, Pyro was sitting in the corner with his knees pressed to his chest rocking slightly back and forth, Demoman was throwing empty alcohol bottles at the Sniper's direction while screaming at him to "go to hell", Engineer was helplessly trying to hold the rest of the RED team at bay with his sentries, somewhere in the BLU's building (with Sniper providing them with such excellent cover, they sent Scout and Heavy to get the intel, after they made sure he wasn't going to shoot them, while the rest sat back and enjoyed the marksman's rampage) and Soldier was scolding at his team, calling everybody "maggots" and yelling on how they dishonored his unit.
Spy growled at the situation.
If they had any chances of winning this match, he had to get rid of the Sniper.
He locked eyes with Scout, and nodded.
The boy recognized the signal and nodded as well, grinning. He stood up from the hiding place he shared with Medic, and bottled to the open field.
"You can't get me, you can't get me!" He taunted as a series of gun shots were heard, swishing behind him.
Spy smiled under his baklava and clocked. The boy wouldn't last long but it was long enough for him sneak past the Aussie's watchful eyes and make his way towards his hiding spot.
#with Sniper:
He growled at the running BLU Scout, even with a mini-gun he proved to be very hard to actually get a decent headshot on.
It was good Engie built this dispenser next to him or he would have run out of ammo by now, and wouldn't have such a good time keeping the BLU's away from the intelligence.
He didn't know what put him in such a mood in the first place, probably the fact that the BLU Spy was giving him a God awful time all last week, with constantly seeking out his hiding spots and stabbing him in the back.
He got sick of that real quick.
It might also be the fact, that his counterpart headshot him a couple of times as well, where he didn't get him once.
That pissed him of more than he'd care to admit.
Not to mention his encounters with Scouts baseball bat, Pyro's flamethrower and Medic's stupid syringe-sedative-gun thingy.
To Lawrence (1), it seemed as if the whole BLU team was dead set on killing him at least a 100 times that one day!
And he didn't know why! Shouldn't they be targeting Spy? Or Heavy? Or Medic? Or Soldier?! JUST ABOUT ANYBODY ELSE WHO DID MORE, THAN JUST SHOOT THEM FROM AFFAR?!
Why suddenly focus on him?!
Regardless of what the reason was, he wanted revenge on the BLU team.
And the mini-gun Engie made for him, was more than helpful with that task.
The gun was perfect.
It reacted to the smallest squeeze on the trigger, could shoot about ten bullets per second and was relatively easy to use.
Mix that with his natural talents as a hunter and an expert marksman, and you got yourself the ultimate defense unit.
He smiled when the Scout finally fell to the ground.
"Boom, headshot." He whispered, patting his new Thundergun, as he liked to call it, since it hit faster than a lightning bolt.
A few bullets hit the space a bit to the left to his head, and he knew it was time to change positions again. The BLU Sniper found him once more.
He hissed when he moved his left leg. Apparently his counterpart wasn't as blind, as he thought he was. The damn BLU managed to get him square in the hip.
Lawrence wondered how he didn't feel that happen, after all a bullet to the leg isn't something you can ignore.
Shaking his head, he shoot a couple of warning shots near the places he knew the enemy was hiding, before limping away to a new location.
The team depended on him to keep the BLU's at bay, till the Scout and Heavy return with the requested intelligence, and he'll be damned if he lets them down because of a simple leg wound.
#with the BLU Spy:
A few bullets landed near where Medic, Demoman and Pyro were hiding.
That was the signal he was waiting for.
It meant Sniper was changing his hiding spot, and what better time to attack then when your enemy is without cover?
Grinning, he watched as a cowboy-looking hat limped towards an abandoned sniper nest, on a treehouse.
He could see why his enemy choose that place, it was the best sniping location on this particular map.
The BLU grinned harder, when he spotted the said man climb the tree trunk, despite the fact that his left leg was out of commission.
This situation was in his favor, for when the RED Sniper enters that treehouse, he'll be trapped.
The only thing he himself will have to watch out for, was the sharpshooter's new gun.
He'll either have to get rid of it, or…simply attack too fast for Aussie to realize what hit him.
With his teammates taking slow steps towards the intelligence, Spy made, still cloaked, his way towards his unsuspecting victim.
#with Sniper:
The day was going so perfectly, he should have known it wouldn't last long.
He managed to shoot the opposing Medic and Pyro, when he realized that…something was not right.
Something, or should he say, someone was missing.
The minute he realized who, his insides went cold and a particular spot on his back began to throb painfully.
The BLU Spy, was gone.
Growling at himself, he wondered when the spook managed to escape his-
His eyes widened in realization.
The Scout.
The spook used the younger man as bait, so that he could slip away without him noticing.
He didn't know why he was so surprised by that. Spies are backstabbing bastards after all.
Knowing the spook will be after him, since he was the one who headshot him three times today, he reached out to his belt for his kukri…
Only to find it missing.
"Looking for this, mona mi?" A French voice, whispered right next to his ear.
Alerted, he spun around only to see the BLU smiling at him.
Before he could do as much as blink, the Spy swung the kukri at his face.
He wasn't aiming for the neck, like Lawrence thought he would.
No.
He was aiming for something much, much worse.
His eyes.
Stuck, between the window he was shooting through and the enemy, all he could do was take the hit.
H closed his eyes. As if the soft skin could stop sharp metal.
Everything went in slow-motion.
He felt the sharp, metal object begin to slash near his right temple. Then it went through his closed eyelid all the way to his nose.
His right eye stung.
Then the blade went across his other eye.
It stopped moving when it reached his other temple.
By that time that happened, Sniper was already backing away with hands pressed against his bleeding eyelids, tightly.
"My eyes!" He screamed, much to the BLU Spy's satisfaction.
Forgetting where he was, the poor RED felt the edge of the window hit his legs, but didn't stop backing away.
His instincts screamed for him to put as much distance from the treat, as possible. To which Lawrence gladly applied, that is…till the glass window stopped him from going any further.
"Fuck." He cursed. "I can't see!" He let his hands slip from his eyes and touch the space behind him, reviling a large cut across his eyes.
Under his fingers the panicked mercenary, felt glass. Before he could figure out where he was a voice said, directly before him.
"Let me help you with this mona mi." A pair of strong hands pushed him and he felt the glass behind him crush from his weight, the wind suddenly began blowing from behind him with an alarming rate.
He hit the ground with a sickening sound of something braking in his back, quickly joined by sharp pain erupting from his spine.
Grunting in pain he coughed, feeling something hot and sticky hitting his chest as he did so.
He could feel numbness taking over the pain he felt, as he tried to call for Medic. All that left his mouth was a whisper, the taller man probably wouldn't hear anyway.
For the first time in his life, Lawrence Mundy couldn't say darkness claimed him once he fell unconscious.
For it was all he'll see from now on.
JA107:
I don't know if his actual name is "Lawrence", but I saw a lot of people that called him that so I just followed that trend. Sorry if that name belongs to anybody.