A/N: Ditto. Thanks to Bayoboo, Metherato, and ahnjoseph87 for following and faving!
"Defend the intelligence, maggots!" Soldier shouted to Medic and Demoman as they ran out of spawn. The three were killed trying to get past the BLU defenses, but were alerted that the intelligence room was being attacked once they spawned.
Medic suddenly gasped.
"What is it Doctor? Did you forget your manliness in spawn?" Soldier jeered.
"No! I forgot that Austin isn't hooked up to Respawn, if he dies..."
Soldier then threw his rocket launcher down on the ground, grabbed Medic and Demoman by their collars, and proceeded to drag the two behind him as he ran to the intel room.
"You BLU maggots better not had laid a hand on my compatriot or else I wi-AUUUGH!" Soldier was suddenly knocked over by an unknown entity, leaving Medic and Demo on the ground slightly dazed. "HEEEEEELP!"
Medic was the first to recover and saw Soldier was currently trying not to die by a rather large gray Husky wearing a black colored vest. The dog's jaws were firmly clamped down on Soldier's left arm. "Demo! Help me get this canine off of Soldier!" the German said.
"I dunno, doc," the Scotsman said. "He sure likes Soldier-boy's arm,"
A sharp whistle echoed through the hallway, causing the dog to let go of Soldier's arm. The dog leapt off the American as it walked up to a familiar person.
"Sorry about that, thought you guys were more BLU mercs," Austin said.
"Oh thank goodness you're ok!" Medic said as he tried to walk over to me, only to stop after glancing at my dog.
"Oh! Almost forgot. This is my dog, Striker. Striker-RED mercs," I said. "He's a Husky-wolf hybrid,"
Striker barks back.
"But, you didn't have a dog when you came here," Medic said. "How did he come here?"
"I thought I told you guys," I said as I cocked my head at the German. "And I believe Soldier is losing way more blood than humanly possible,"
Medic's attention immediately turned away from Striker and to the bleeding Soldier.
"Shit, forgot about that," I thought as Medic healed Soldier. "Shouldn't let them know about my little secret,"
"Are you ok?" he asked me. "Any wounds of any sorts?"
"No...actually yes, one, a Spy poked his little knife into my back..."
"WHAT?!"
"Is that bad or something?"
Soldier and Demo exchanged confused glances as Medic continued to sputter. "B-b-b-b-b-b-but...i-i-i-i-impos-s-sible..."
"Hello? Earth to Medic? Is this bad or what?"
"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" he screamed into my face.
I wiped the spit off my face. "Whattya mean dead?"
Medic composed himself before continuing. "When a Spy backstabs you, you are dead, no exceptions. Only if you're invincible or wearing the Razorback you are immune to backstabs,"
I blinked as I took in this new information. "So why am I not dead then?" I asked Medic.
"I was hoping that you would know," he replied. He was about to say something else when I held up my hand to silence him.
"BLU Scout's coming again-Striker..." he nodded at me and ran back into the intel room.
Moments later the screams of the BLU Scout was heard, followed by Striker coming out of the room with Scout's right leg in his mouth. He placed it at my feet while giving me a happy look.
"Who's a good boy?" I said all lovey-dovey. "Oh and Striker and I kinda trashed the intel room. Its like covered in blood, body parts, internal organs, stuff like that, you know?" I motioned to Striker. "C'mon Striker, let's go!"
"Where do you think you're going?" Soldier asked as he stepped towards me.
"To get BLU's intel, buckethead. Considering no one had got it yet, and it's been, what? Two hours..."
"That is no excuse! You will defend the in-"
At that point, I pulled out my flashbang gun, blinded everyone, and hightailed out of there. I was not willing to just stay in the intel room for the entire day.
Time to work.
BLU Heavy and Medic made their way across the bridge. Most classes would flee at the sight of this duo.
Notice the key word: most.
"Here I co-AAAAAAUUUGHHH" Heavy shouted as a large figure pounced on him, Medic could only watch in horror as his buddy was torn to pieces by a large Husky.
"Hello there," BLU Medic turned to find the barrel of a revolver pointed at his face. "Nothing personal, but you'll be joining him very soon," the person holding the revolver said.
'BANG!'
BLU Medic fell to the ground with a hole in his head.
The person wiped the blood from the close range shot from his face when he heard people behind him.
"If you know what's good for you will run!" BLU Soldier shouted, following close behind him was BLU Pyro.
The mercs charged the two individuals only to be blinded by a bright flash. When the two could see again, the two targets were nowhere to be found.
"Come out here and fight like a man!" he shouted as he looked around for the two. When he looked back, he was smacked right in the face by a fist. Soldier was slammed into the wall of the BLU fort.
"Looking for me?" the teen said as he avoided a shotgun blast from Pyro. He grabbed Pyro's head and jerked it to the left, snapping his neck. As he dropped Pyro, Soldier recovered and tackled the teen.
"I'll beat the crap out of you and your stupid dog!" he said, while holding a pickaxe in his left hand.
The teen headbutted Soldier and kicked him off him, while the dog finished the American of by tearing out his throat.
"Thanks boy," he said to the dog, while running a hand over his head. "Let's go,"
I was about to reach the courtyard when I heard the familiar beeping sounds of a BLU sentry. I quickly grabbed Striker's vest before he ran into the sights of the sentry.
"Shit, how am I getting past that?" I thought. As I formulated an idea, I heard someone decloaking behind me. I instinctively wiped out and pointed my revolver at the offender.
Spy.
At least, that's what I thought he was.
"You RED or BLU?" I said.
"It's me..." "Spy" said.
"Answer the damn question,"
"RED,"
I eyed him for a couple more seconds before lowing the revolver. "Good, I rather not get poked back there again,"
"You were killed?"
"No, only thing that was killed was my pride," I said. "Have anything to disable that?" I motioned to the sentry.
Spy pulled out what looked to be an AM/FM radio. "Yes," he whistled as he disappeared.
I peeked around the corner to find the sentry disabled. Whatever Spy did with that radio did the job. I ran towards the sentry and sliced it to pieces.
"Sentry down!"
That was the BLU Engineer. I rolled to the right to avoid a shotgun blast, before ramming my umbrella right under his chin and out of the top of his head.
"Thanks Spy!" I didn't know where he went, but I'm sure he heard me.
Sliding down the handrails, I ran into the BLU intel room and swiped the briefcase off the desk. "Wonder what's in here?" I said to myself.
"Alert! The enemy has taken the Intelligence!"
"Guess I have to find out later," I headed back the way I can only to find the same Medic-Heavy combo coming down the spiral-ramp. I doubled back, and motioned to Striker. He nodded and went the other way.
I went back out around the corner, "Yo fatty, miss me?" I taunted.
The BLU Heavy revved up his minigun and started shooting me. In response, I opened my umbrella and used it as a shield. The bullets pinged harmlessly off the umbrella's material.
I whistled to myself as I waited for Striker to strike. I didn't have to wait long.
"Uh oh, um, ok... this is really ba-AAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
"DOCTOR!"
I used that distraction to run up towards the Russian and swung my umbrella. After a flurry of slashes, it looked liked I didn't do anything, at least for a few seconds. He then exploded into a pile of nothingness.
"Striker...Striker-no! You'll spoil your dinner," I said to him as he gobbled up Medic's heart before going for other organs.
Time Skip
Getting back to RED's base wasn't that hard, considering the only person who was there to stop me was the BLU Sniper, who I had the pleasure of smashing his skull in with my fist.
I also had the satisfaction of quartering the BLU Scout as he was trying to make off with RED's intel.
I made my way into RED's intel room and plopped both briefcases on the desk. Striker came in a few moments later panting, his muzzle was stained red.
"Hey, it's your fault for gorging yourself silly not mine," I said to him as he curled up in a corner. "Fatass..."
Just then, the team walked into the intel room, some were surprised that they had won, and others were shocked on how messy the room was. "Hi, guys!" I said. "Oh don't mind the blood and body parts that litter the room, that's not a concern," I dipped my finger into a red puddle and inspected it. "Wait, no, this is jam, everything else is blood,"
A/N:
Me: Note to self: Put Striker on a diet. And yeah, I kinda screwed over BLU today. Hopefully Soldier won't kill me for flashbanging him and running.
Soldier: Come here, cupcake.
Me: Nope, see you next chapter!
-D.W