First fanfiction. Don't kill me pls. I tried ;w;

Darkness. It's everywhere. Sniper warily got up from the floor and look around. He wandered into nowhere for it was the only thing in sight. Suddenly, his back felt strangely warm. Turning around, he saw his parents standing there, waving to him next their home in the light. It felt so soft and comforting. Sniper reached out to call them but there wasn't a sound to be heard. He held his throat, wondering why he couldn't speak. The image of his parents suddenly floated away, far from his sight. Reaching his hand out, he ran after them but only to find the floor under him vanquish. He cried out for help. Yet again, no voice. Falling. Never an end...

Sniper jolted awake from his slumber. His heart raced from the past events. Sweat dripped down his cheek as he tried to catch his breath. He sat up and rubbed his forehead, trying to comprehend what happened. Falling. Darkness. Family. It doesn't make any sense to him. Nothing ever made sense to him. His eyes burrowed in frustration. He sighed, staring at the ceiling. Finally, he gave up and decided it was just a common nightmare.

'Right..' He closed his eyes and began to lie down again, trying to cool off on the cold concrete.

Wait, concrete?

He snapped open his eyes quickly sat up then sporadically shifted his gaze around the area, trying to compensate his surroundings. This wasn't his van nor was it his base! It was-!.. He didn't know where this was.

It seemed odd...Almost like came directly from a bad dream. Everything was painted black with red outlines around the sides. Small, red torches were placed on some of the edges of the walls. Plus, the walls were huge, making him feel like an ant compared to them. Multiple pathways were spread out in front and behind him. Something clicked in his head. The entire thing was like a maze! He quickly stood up and continued to look around, rotating himself with small steps.

The sharpshooter's first instinct is to find a weapon to defend himself. His daily weapons had been long gone from his hands so there wasn't really a reason to worry about them. Being an assassin he is, he should have some hidden pocket knives in case of an emergency and of course he's supposed to have more than one. Sniper first patted his pouch. Nothing. Under his shoes? Still nothing. In his secret pocket? Empty. His hat! It had to be in the strap of his hat! Nothing once again.

Now he began to worry. Without a weapon he's surely to die! He could fight with his fists like Heavy, however he wasn't as good as him considering that he wasn't in good shape. He tried to remain calm and think of a strategy but no luck what so ever. A groan escaped his throat. Guess he'd have to go the old fashion way. Sniper took small steps towards a hallway ahead of him. Taking a gulp, he headed forward.

Each step the Aussie took made him wonder. Who brought him here? Why did they bring him here anyways? Did the others get taken here as well? Are they alright? Questions unanswered started to fill him mind only ending up walking into a wall, hitting his head. He rubbed his forehead in pain, and noticed that he has approached a two way path. On the wall ahead of him had two arrows painted in black. Both were facing the opposite direction of each other.

Sniper grumbled. He never liked those "Let fate decide" things. It annoyed him. However, he was quick to get over it and headed left

'Just follow your instinct, mate..' He continuously reminded himself.

While walking ahead, he examined the walls that enclosed him. Surprisingly, it wasn't brick or concrete but a mixture of both combined. Not only did it look weird, but it gave off some kind of black smoke, making it have an eerie feeling. Plus it smelled like someone died and was incinerated. He shifted away from the wall and decided to walk in the center of the pathway, afraid that the smoke might bring some side affects to him if he were to be near it too often.

"One way or another. That's what this place is all about," Sniper thought as he went through another pathway. A dead end. He blinked as the discovery finally made it to his head. Frustration bubbled up in his chest.

"Oh great. Just great! There's dead ends in this bloody maze! Of course there are! How could I be so stupid!" He fumed, smacking himself on the head. This in particular just made things a lot harder for him to comprehend.

He punched the wall in anger, but soon regrets it as the black smoke seeped out of the wall, burning through his glove and onto his skin. He swiftly pulls his hand away and winced in pain, cursing under his breath. Breath heavy, the Sniper brought his hand closer to him to check the injuries. Half of his glove was burnt off along with parts of his skin. He used his other hand to touch it gently. Fingertips barely grazing on the injury and yet it felt like all hell was going loose on there. He hissed in pain and pulled back, then quickly snatched a part of his T-shirt, tearing it off clean, and carefully bandaged it, ignoring the tingly feeling the best he could.

"That was suppose to be a job for the Medic..." he grumbled. "Yer such a bloody idiot, you."

Turning away to leave, he suddenly tensed up upon feeling a strange presence. A dark presence. It was behind him, lurking. He took a step forward. Another step. It was reaching for him. He could feel it. Slowly, he began to pick up his pace as he felt it continue moving forth until he was at his maximum speed. He didn't care where he was going. He just wanted to get away from whatever that thing was. Running directly of the center of each pathway, he was careful to not to make the same mistake again. Turning left, then right, dead ends popping up here and there. The black mist seemed like it was trailing after him too. He hated this. Soon Sniper was wheezing from the lack of oxygen. He fell to his knees, gasping for air. The presence was no longer around him.

"Thank god it wasn't following me..." He managed to pant out. He looked up, eyes blurred from sweat, to examine his surroundings. It's not familiar to him at all.

"Heh...I'm lost ain't I. Bloody hell...I'm really stupid," He chuckled to himself using one of his hands to wipe away the sweat. This was going to be a long day.