First Fanfiction put on the site, please go easy. This is probably only going to be a single chapter, but maybe if I feel like it I'll add to it.
It was a peaceful day in 2-Fort, as peaceful as ongoing warfare could possibly be. The BLU team and the REDs were battling it out yet again, and the REDs, who had taken the upper hand in recent conflicts, were once more dashing the BLU's hopes of taking the intelligence. The BLU Medic was up to his knees in blood and guts; he couldn't help everybody at once.
Scout limped into the courtyard, begging for help. "Doc! I'm bleedin' here!" Medic moved towards him, but right on cue, a rocket nailed Scout in the back. His body exploded into fragments, painting the dusty ground red.
The RED Soldier grinned. "Ha ha ha, this couldn't be easier! C'mon, boys!" The RED Heavy, Engineer and Sniper all followed him.
Medic gaped. "Oh, dear. Zat is not good…" Hearing him, the Heavy turned his bulky form towards Medic. He laughed.
Medic darted out of the courtyard and up the steps, all while the Heavy and the Soldier yelled insults. He made it to Respawn, where he slammed into the Demoman.
"Oi! Watch where you're goin', Doc." He laughed and took a long swig of scrumpy.
"Ze REDs! Zhey are in ze base!"
Demoman laughed. "Let's see what my stickies have to say to them."
"Is not funny! Zhey are grouping to charge ze intelligence!"
"Ohoho, no big problem! Heavy take care of little babies!" Heavy, who had just appeared, charged out of the Respawn area. Medic heard the familiar sound of a sentry, and Heavy was done.
"Ve've already lost." Medic turned grave.
"Not yet, mate!" Demo downed the rest of his scrumpy and broke the bottle on the wall.
"No, vait!" But Demo was already out. The sentry whirred again, and Demo screamed.
"The enemy has taken our intelligence!" A voice on the loudspeaker boomed.
Medic felt his face turn crimson with anger. Nobody was listening to him! Maybe if he had Übercharged Demo, he would have taken the sentry. But no! Nobody cared about the Medic. He smiled an eerie smile, and started to laugh. Not a normal laugh, but a crazed sound that only a madman could possibly emit. He stood still for a moment, but then grabbed his syringe gun. He probed the ammunition chamber, careful not to prick himself on any of the shots. He took one out of the ammo chamber, one filled with a dark brown liquid. "Zis will be fun…" He laughed that crazy, evil laugh again, and injected the syringe into his Medigun.
Heavy was now back in the Respawn area, so Medic began to heal him. "Thank you, Doctor!" Medic Übercharged him, and Heavy charged out, destroying the sentry and the Engineer. After the Über wore off, the Medic continued to heal Heavy, and began to laugh maliciously. Heavy took this as the thrill of the battle, but was also curious why he was beginning to feel sick… Quite sick...
Moments later, the Heavy collapsed to the ground, dead. Medic cackled. "Another successful procedure!" He exclaimed. The Medic began to fill the Medigun with more of the brown liquid, smiling in anticipation of the carnage he would cause the whole time.
Demo ran out of the Respawn area, and looked at Heavy's corpse questioningly. "Big guy's already dead? What a sap!" He drank some more of his scrumpy. "Alright Doc, let's do this!" Demo charged out of the BLU base, Medic in tow. As Demo ran, Medic healed, waiting for what was inevitable.
Demo began to place stickies on the RED base entrance, and the bridge. The RED Soldier ran out of the BLU base, toting the intelligence. The RED Heavy, following the Soldier, and their Sniper companion, saw the Demo and Medic. He began to shoot, but Demo was quick on the trigger and decimated all of the REDs on the bridge.
Demo laughed deeply. "Maybe we'll actually win this one, eh Doc?" However, Demoman's laughter quickly changed to coughing. "Doc!" He rasped. "Help-" And with that, he collapsed.
Medic walked casually into the RED base, ready to kill anyone on any side that dared get near him.
And as he walked, he laughed.