Author: I'm actually pretty happy with my progress so far! I'm hoping to get updates every few days or so, since my current schedul is extremely busy at the moment. But, I hope you still enjoy Hunted!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Red vs Blue, it's character, music, or other such merchandise. I own this plot idea and a few random OC's. If I did own RvB...more fanservice stuff for everyone!
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE, STRONG LANGUAGE, POSSIBLE SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND GORE! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR NOT READING THIS AND SCARRING YOUR MIND OR GETTING ADDICTED! YAOI IS MENTIONED IN THE SUMMARY AND HERE FOR GOOD MEASURES! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT BOTHER READING!
Hunted
Chapter 2: Of messy bases and new medics
Grif was woken by the incessant shaking of his shoulder just a few hours later. Blearily, he lifted his head and yawned, only to be met with Simmons's reprimand.+
"Grif? Why the fuck did you fall asleep?! Caboose could have bled out!" He scolded, pressing some spare ripped clothes to the Blue spartans wounds. Grif, instead of making an excuse, only tried to help put pressure on the wounds.
"I'm sorr-"
"Save it for later. There isn't any time to bicker right now. Thank god Sarge is doing maintenance on Lopez today." Simmons said, cutting Grif off. He dragged over what appeared to be a gurney, made of lightweight metal and dark grey stretch canvas. It would help the two Reds move Caboose, without having to carry Caboose, since the gurney could float and move with a few commands.
Gently, Grif and Simmons moved Caboose to the gurney, trying to keep the wounds from getting worse. Simmons shook his head as he rose to his feet, clicking a button to make the gurney rise. Now, with injured in tow, the duo tried to get back to base as quick as possible without leaving the gurney behind. It could only move so fast, which wasn't fast enough for Grif.
"I don't get it. What could have attacked Caboose and not left, I dunno, any foot prints or stuff?" Grif aske. Simmons frowned, and could only shrug.
"I don't really know Grif. I mean, it's just us here...in this box canyon. With no way in and no way out." Simmons said, rolling his eyes. Why were their bases always in box canyons?
"Until we get him patched up, all we have to do is make sure Sarge...doesn't realize there's a Blue in Red base." Simmons said, his voice petering out as he realized a fatal, and very obvious flaw in their plans. Sarge would never let them have Caboose in their base to heal and recover.
"Change of plans... We'll have to go to Blue base!" Simmons declared.
"Nice save, genius." Grif snorted, trudging along as the changed directions, heading to the empty Blue base.
When they arrived, the two Red Spartans could only stand around and wonder where Caboose kept anything. The base looked like a train wreck! Gear and extra supplies were arbitrarily thrown about, laying in heaping piles in the corner or in the middle of the dank hallways. A few of the small overhead lights were flickering, running on their last fumes before they inevitably went out.
"How does he sleep with-with-with...with all this chaos!" Simmons exclaimed, dancing around nervously.
"Hey! We aren't here to clean! I gotta take a nap sometime today!" Grif interjected, grabbing Simmons by the back of his skinny neck.
"You find some medical junk. I'll stay here and, uh, guard Caboose." Grif said, pushing the maroon Spartan towards a bright room, light spilling out into the dank hallway.
"You're just saying that so you don't have to do anything, you lazy fuck!" Simmons shouted, yet begrudgingly began to search through the mass of objects cluttered in what appeared to be a sort of mess hall. He gingerly shifted through the piles of unorganized supplies, squealing in a very un-manly fashion as he uncovered a dead rat.
~How does he function?! Why did Command let him be alone? There's no way he can survive like this!~ Simmons thought, moving away from the pile with the dead rat. He could hear Grif laughing in the hallway, no doubt doubled over with mirth.
"Oh shut up you fat ass!" Simmons shot as he finally found a med pack, stalking back to the orange Spartan.
Grif grinned under his helmet, giving Simmons a hearty slap on the back.
"Who knew you could sing that high!" He laughed, all at Simmons expense. With a grumble, Simmons hunched his shoulders up and went over to the still unconscious Caboose. The extra cloth from ruined clothing seemed to stem the flow of blood enough for Simmons to peel the make shift bandages back and peer at the wounds. They were starting to ooze pus, and looked an angry shade of red.
"We're gonna have to call a medic Grif. I don't think we can help him with just this." Simmons said, waving around the medkit.
"I already did. Hopefully this new guy will get here soon." Grif said with a shrug.
"I hope it's not Doc." Simmons said with a shudder as he tried to atleast take the rags off of Caboose and replace them with sterile, snowy white bandages.
~The next day...~
"Where the hell is Grif?! Simmons!" Sarge barked, scanning the surrounding area around Red base for his slacker soldier. Simmons popped up from inside, prompt as always. Even if he and Grif were practically committing treason and going against Sarge's wishes... That didn't mean he couldn't still suck up!
"Yes sir, Sarge sir?" Simmons rattled off, a little nervous. He had a hard time lying to anyone, much less the man he pushed all of his daddy issues onto. Sarge whirled around to face Simmons, looking him straight into the visor.
"Simmons, where did Grif go? I need to put him down and insult his family!" Sarge rumbled, planting himself in front of Simmons. The maroon Spartan swallowed thickly, shifting from foot to foot nervously as he tried to remember what the cover story was for his and Grif's little 'operation'.
"U-um, I haven't seen him sir! Maybe he's- hey look! Who's that over there?" Simmons exclaimed, pointing to what appeared to be a soldier of some sort. They had bright white armor, with red crosses painted on the chest plate, shoulder pads, and the top of the helmet. They carried a huge bag on their back, probably laden with supplies and such. Sarge grumbled, about to bark at Simmons when the soldier spoke up.
"I'll go see who it is! If it's a dirty, rotten blue, I'll make them think twice about going anywhere near Red base!" Simmons said, running off the roof before Sarge could say another word. The Red team leader could only nod at Simmons enthusiasm and supposed loyalty.
"He'll make a great leader one day...but not till I croak!" Sarge chuckled at his little joke and decided to walk back into the base, confident Simmons would take care of everything.
"Hey! HEEEEEY! You!" Simmons shouted as he ran towards the white wearing soldier, who stopped and tilted their head at him quizzically. Simmons came to a screeching halt in front of the stranger, just short of colliding with them head on. Simmons panted, doubling over to put his hands on his knees. He was skinny as hell, but he was probably in the same shape as fat ass Griff.
"Hey...you...you the...medic?" He huffed, looking up at the white soldier.
"Yep! I'm Mitch Gander, the medic you guys called for!" 'Mitch' replied in a cherry, very feminine voice. Simmons had to think for a minute.
"Mitch... But you sound like a girl!" He puffed, straightening up a little. Mitch slapped his shoulder, laughing.
"I am a girl! But that shouldn't stop me! Now, where's the injured soldier?" Mitch asked, seeming completely at ease. Simmons took a breath, and pointed towards the vague shape of the Blue base in the distance.
"He's on the Blue team, and uh, our Sarge doesn't know about him. So, we kinda gotta keep it on the down low." He said, guiding Mitch over to the base.
"How bad are the injuries? It sounded pretty serious when your friend, uh, Grif called." Mitch asked as they briskly trotted to Blue base. Simmons nodded, frowning.
"Yeah, it looked like something mauled him... Like an animal, but there isn't supposed to be any out here." Simmons said, drawing closer to the base. It was only a few minutes jog from one base to the other. It only looked for because of the extensive foliage. As they came into view of the Blue base, Grif came sprinting out.
"Hey! Caboose woke up!" He shouted. He stopped to stare at Mitch for a rather awkward amount of time.
"Um, yeah, this is Mitch Gander. She's a girl. What was that about Caboose?" Simmons pressed urgently, grabbing Grif's arm. The orange Spartan shook his head before speaking.
"He just woke up and started blabbing about some sort of 'big kitty' and 'stop biting me'. I can't make a word out of what the fuck he's saying." Grif explained as they entered the base. The two Reds had finally managed to clear a space for Caboose, laying him down on a cot under a light. They had long since stripped his armor off, leaving him in bare skivvies. The damaged gear lay in a pitiful pile, helmet staring at the arrivals in a forlorn fashion, reflecting distorted images back to them.
Caboose, while so far had been still and silent, was now thrashing around in a desperate attempt to free himself of some horror his mind had conjured up. Grif and Simmons rushed forward, trying to restrain the delusional Blue without hurting him further. A scream ripped it's way out of Caboose's throat, maw wide open to expose pink stained teeth.
"CHURCH! Church don't go! CHUUURCH!" Caboose screamed, eyes snapping open to reveal baby blue orbs filled to the brim with genuine terror.
"I thought he was talking about cats!" Simmons shouted, grunting as he tried to hold down Caboose.
"He was earlier! H-he-hey!" Grif yelled as he was suddenly thrown across the room by the Blue's flailing arms, sending him cartwheeling into a pile of dirty clothes that reeked.
"Try to keep him still! He's only going to hurt himself! Or you!" Mich called, dropping her bag and rummaging through it. Simmons hoped it was for a sedative! Caboose's legs kept flailing everywhere, scraping against Simmons body and sometimes his helmet!
"You better hurry up or he's gon- DAMMIT!" Simmons was finally overpowered by the delusional Caboose, sent wheeling backwards until his feet tripped over each other and Simmons found himself kissing the ground with his helmet.
Mitch ran over with a needle in tow, one with a special plunger made for quick applications just for rowdy patients like Caboose in his current state.
"Hold on there!" She cried, planting a hand on Caboose's forehead and pinning it to the cot. With one fluid and quick motion, Mitch had successfully sunk the needle into the Blue Spartan's neck and delivered the sedative in record time!
Mitch watched as Caboose's movements became sluggish, limbs starting to move more like wet noodles than rods of steel that could knock you out. His muscles gradually relaxed, loosening up and unwinding as his baby blue eyes became hazed over with dalliance, setting him far away from the reality of his pain and suffering.
Mitch took a deep breath, nestling two fingers under the injured Spartan's jaw.
"Okay, he's fine for now. I'll have to work on him ASAP. You guys okay?" Mitch asked, glancing between the two. Grif groaned, prying himself from the mountain of clothes piled over his bright orange armor. He peeled a pair of strangely yellow discolored boxers from his helmet and tossed it away with a disgusted grunt.
"Why the hell is he so goddamn strong?" Grif complained as he stood, rubbing the small of his back.
"You're just jealous he can actually lift a ten pound weight, unlike you." Simmons snapped. Mitch could only roll her eyes as Grif spat out an expletive and flipped the maroon soldier the bird.
"Okay, how about you two find something useful to do, away from here, so I can treat Caboose? Okay? Okay! Sounds great! Now get out!" Mitch said quickly, pushing the Hawaiian and nerd out the door. The two were left to stand in the hallway, still bristling and angry.
"I'm going to go search the database." Simmons informed Grif, before he turned and marched down the hall to where he assumed most of the computers were kept. Grif grumbled under his breath, and sat on the floor, finally ready for a nap.
"Ass fucker..." The orange Spartan grumbled before he closed his eyes and imagined himself back home, on those sparkling Hawaiian beaches.
Author: Okay, so what did my loyal and most lovely (and handsome!) readers think? Did you guys like Mitch? XD I thought her normality would help even out some of the pure crazy shit that goes on here.
So review dammit! I need them to feel good about my myself!
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