Pyro Unmasked Chapter 2, a team fortress 2 fanfic

==========Pyro Unmasked=========

Chapter 2

Point C was a glorious sight. The Soldiers were firing those bubble-blowing rockets that exploded into confetti up at the Engineer's machines which fired some back at him along with a flurry of small candies. The Snipers were stuffing sweets into everyone's mouths with pinpoint accuracy from 100 yards away. The Spies were playing peekaboo and appearing behind everyone, which they all found to be hilarious. The silly little Scouts flew around the tower feeding others candy canes. The Heavy and his faithful Medic friend were rapid-firing small chocolate bars all over the field. Demoman lay waiting, sticky trap set, waiting for someone to pass by so they could be showered in confetti. and the Pyros themselves, skipped around washing everyone in rainbows. Such a beautiful land, with all of its denizens giggling, sharing, and having tons of fun.

Pyro charged towards the tower, Rainblower washing the area in its lovely glow. As he climbed the ramp, his Rainblower stumbled upon a random Spy, who laughed heartily at the fact he had been discovered in his litte game of hide and seek. Unknown to the Pyro, a Scout trailed behind him sneakily, until Balloonicorn alerted Pyro to this. When Pyro turned around, he was hit by a powerful burst of Skittles from the scout's Force-A-Nature and flew, giggling, right off of the tower.

And his mask flew right off of his head.

"PYRO! GET UP IMMEDIATELY AND HELP US CAPTURE THIS POINT, OR I WILL KICK YOUR MUMBLING ASS BACK TO WHATEVER PLANET IT IS YOU ARE FROM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Pyro groaned. His head had a wierd, uncomfortable, unhappy feeling in his head, and he didn't like it one bit. He'd never felt anything like it, and he didn't even know what it was called, but he wanted it to go away so he could go back to spreading joy with his Rainblower. He held up a gloved hand to his head - and found his mask missing. He sat bolt upright and opened his eyes to find it - And immediately wished he hadn't.

The scene was horrifying. The area he had once known as a beautiful field of lollipops and baby angels was a desert ruin of sand and men blowing holes through each other with their guns. The Soldiers and Demomen were blowing everyone to pieces, the Engineers' machines and Heavies' guns were tearing people to shreds, the Snipers were blowing people's heads off, Spies were tearing open people's backs with knives, and blood was flying everywhere.

And the screams.

Instead of the cheerful chuckling and laughter he was used to, blood-curtling screams rang through the air and rattled poor Pyro to the core. He was so scared, so confused- all that he could comprehend was that he wanted to go back. He frantically looked around for his mask, and found it lying about 10 feet away from him. He scrambled to his feet and dashed towards it - but was stopped dead by that feeling he had felt in his head searing throughout his body. He screamed and looked behind him - it was the Scout, shooting at him with his pistol. But instead of candy, pieces of hot steel flew from the barrel and pierced his skin, causing that same horrible feeling to envelop him. He let out a bone-jarring scream of agony so loud that the whole battlefield could hear and felt himself collapse to the ground, slowly losing consciousness until his whole world went black.

===End Of Chapter===

OH MY GOD THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! The reception was positive, and that makes me SO HAPPY, but you complained about the length of the last chapter EVEN THOUGH I SAID I WAS SORRY. This one was twice as long, but that still isn't that much, so again, I'M SORRY. Also, regarding the soldier's quote, Pyro is not an alien, Soldier is a retard who wasn't paying attention to the fact that pyro's face was clearly visible. Also, don't expect the updates to roll out this quickly in the future. I hope you liked ch.2 and it didn't completely disappoint you for reasons other than the length, and hope you continue to support this, my first foray into fanfiction.

REMEMBER - YOUR REVIEWS ARE WHAT FUEL THE CHAPTER MACHINE.