Please take note: in this fanfic Pyros can talk!
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Prologue
The sun slowly started to break over the Dustbowl, where the RED and BLU teams had been fighting non-stop for twelve days straight, at each other's throats, with no clear victor.
Bodies lay at every corner of the arena, many still gripping their weapons tightly as though frozen in time. Many had fired their weapons, fired as they went down, attempting to take their bitter enemies with them to oblivion.
Blood painted the walls red, rockets and bombs stained the floors black and blew bodies apart, bullets peppered the walls, fire scorched and seared buildings and bodies alike indiscriminately. The carnage left some of them praying for night, so that they would not have to see the damage they had caused, the grisly mosaic they had painted across the city.
And a lone Pyro walked towards the arena, wielding his Flamethrower high.
He looked towards the bloodied arena and chuckled menacingly, breaking into maniacal laughter.
The RED Team Sniper yawned as he got off his hammock. He put on his glasses and headed to the sink to brush his teeth. He brushed gargled, spat and looked out the window.
"Lovely weather for a kill..." he muttered menacingly.
"How right..." another voice from behind him answered. Surprised, the Sniper turned around, just in time to see a Pyro dressed in a black and white Pyro suit and gloves step out from the shadows. The Pyro swung his axe at the Sniper, a blow he barely dodged. The axe thudded into the sink and the Pyro wrenched it out.
The Sniper went for his submachine gun, pointing it at the Pyro's head. "Look, mate, who's side are you on? If you're not on our side, then goodbye, mate!" He prepared to fire.
The Pyro chuckled and swung his axe again, knocking the SMG from the Sniper's hands. "I am on my own side..." he sneered, surprisingly clear even through his gas mask. The Sniper backed off, reaching for his kukri. He tripped and fell, staring up into the merciless Pyro. The Pyro laughed maniacally again.
"Remember my name...I am...the Axe-cutioner!"
There was a grisly thwack, and the Sniper's decapitated body slid to the floor.