I wasn't sure what was going on. My mind was fuzzy once again, not remembering a thing. Everything was black around me but I didn't really felt cold, no. I felt warm. It felt like I was wrapped up in something soft and yet comfortable warm. But at the same time I couldn't feel my limps although I knew for sure that I could move them, just a little bit. I wanted to remember what had happened, but trying to think hard gave me a too much headache.
I wanted to escape the darkness and see light. I heard voices around me, soft, warm, muffled and with a heavy accent. Well every voice had an accent but one was clearly heavier than the rest. Not to mention that I barely could hear the muffled voice. They seem to call a name. But I wasn't sure if it was my name or someone else name. I could remember nothing at the moment. I felt empty by knowing this. Everything was gone for now. Something was blocking the memories in my brain. Locking them away behind bars still someone or something opened it again. I wanted to remember everything so badly.
I walked through the darkness, hoping to find an opening. Hoping to get away from this endless pit black darkness. I saw nothing, but I bumped in nothing either. It was completely empty expect for me and the darkness. I felt lonely and suddenly cold too. I heard the voices again, they were gasping. But for what?
A click-clack sound was heard and I turned around, only to meet Darkness again. I sighed and walked further, even though I couldn't feel my legs. There was the sound again and suddenly everything flashed bright white around me. Something flashed for my eyes.
A memory..
***
A man was standing next to a beautiful lady, that was dressed in a blue dress. She had the kindest smile a mother could have on their lips. The man was chuckling at something. A happy cry of a child was heard. ''Mommy Mommy! Look!'' A young boy grinned brightly. He was wearing a baseball cap and holding up a dirty, old baseball. He also missed a tooth. ''I got it!'' The boy grinned brighter as he jumped up and down, making both the woman and man chuckle at his actions once again.
Never once would the boy know that it also would be the day that everything changed for them.
''Lucas, I've too tell you something'' The man said softly and he picked the young boy up. The woman sighed sadly and walked away, leaving them be. ''I'm sorry, but Daddy has to go, I don't know if I ever will get back.'' He saw the boy frowning and tears coming in his eyes. He put the boy down, wiping the tears away before holding up his dog tags. ''Will you take care of them?'' The man asked softly, a sad tone in his voice. The boy, Lucas, nodded weakly and took them, putting it over his head and stared at them. ''I'm sorry Lucas, take care of your mother alright? For who knows that I will ever get back'' The man muttered and walked away, not even saying something to the mother of his child and left her to take care of seven other children, that weren't his anyways. But he wouldn't even care though. He had a job and he needed to do it. If only he could stay longer and see his son grow-up..
*** Was I that boy? But who was that man? Hm.. My name is Lucas, alright, we are getting somewhere! But, why did that man had to leave my mother? I never got his name either. I be damned right now.
I heard gasps around myself. Where did they came from? It could be annoying as fuck when you were in darkness and you heard those sounds and you weren't sure where they came from! It was annoying and frustrating at the same time. Nonetheless, I tried to ignore it.
I guessed by now that I must be walking through dead and alive. Perhaps how further I walked, how closer I will be to dead, because the voices were still around me but they got softer by every passing minute that I continued to walk forward. Should I go back? Or should I continue with walking forward and let fate be my guide?
I stopped walking and sighed, scratching the back of my neck. Suddenly everything around myself went once again brighter and I gasped.
I be damned. I wanted to get out of here. Not another memory…
*** ''Here we are boy'' A man in an uniform said while opening the doors, there was no window in the small cabin like room, even though it was just the back of the van he had been in. He was brought to the Blu's base where he would be doing his job. His job.. He really wasn't sure what to expect of it. All he knew he was the Scout, a class for running and capturing things twice the speed of his other team mates. But damned, it paid well. And when that stranger asked him if he would do it, he said yes right away. And something about respawn, he knew what it meant, but was it really real? He only seen those things happening in video games.
He stepped out of the car with his belongs, with wasn't that much. He wore the already Blu colored shirt of his team and a baseball cap. Not to mention that some dog tags were dangling around his neck. He also had a firm grip on a baseball, his melee weapon, as the stranger called it. He didn't cared, he would bonk them out. A freaking home run!
The memory stopped abruptly at that. And I wasn't sure why, it wasn't even finished right?! I wasn't sure what to think of that small, yet unfinished memory. But suddenly, because of that, everything came rushing back in my mind. Everything, my age, where I used to live, brothers, family names, the game, the war, the snow storm and the frozen feeling of dying.
I finally understood what had happened outside of my mind, the real world. I had been careless going away from the base and went on my merry way, getting catch up in a snow storm and was unable to find my way back. I was lucky that I was still walking through the so called 'death or alive' tunnel. I needed to find white light, that was probably good, right? The way back to conscious.
I looked around and tried to spot any sight of that faint white light, but all I saw was that still black pit darkness around me. I sighed once again. I wished sometimes that I wasn't that careless. Even though I loved doing it, it got me in some serious problems from time to time. I went to sit down, collecting my thoughts about everything, my whole life. They said if you were dying, you would see your life flashing in front of your eyes. Well, it didn't happened with me yet, so I probably was on the good road. After a while, tears dripped down my cheeks. I was praying to wake up, praying to escape this madness of darkness. Praying to see my team mates again, praying to be alive even if I wouldn't be healthy anymore. I just wanted to see them all. Sniper, Soldier, Engineer, Demoman, Heavy, Medic, Pyro. Even that damned shape-shifting rat, Spy. More tears escaped my closed eyes. I felt sleepy all of sudden but I didn't wanted to fall asleep, scared that I would lose conscious while being in my own mind. I tried not to, but it was overwhelming.
After a few minutes I was asleep, having fallen down on the black ground. I blocked the sounds around me and felt something taking my mind over. I never was sure if I would be alive or will wake up at all.
***Medic checked up on the boy the whole time. He even had threaten the frostbites the boy had gotten from being out in the snow for so long. He even allowed the other team mates to come in the room. Because he knew he couldn't keep them out the whole day, perhaps weeks, long and not let them see Scout. They were all worried, even if some didn't showed it. But Medic knew otherwise, knowing their whole background story just because he needed too. Being a Medic had sometimes a great advance on particular things.
He heard a few gasps behind his back and he turned around, staring at the shivering body of Scout. He frowned and walked over, feeling his face and his eyes went wide a bit. How could the boy's body suddenly feel cold?! He wasn't sure why but he tried to get some warmth in the Scout's body. After a few minutes the shivering stopped and they sighed in relief.
After hours, nothing happened. The other team members came in and out of the room, checking on their unconscious friend. Or just because they wanted to get the Doctor out, saying they would keep an eye out.
He ran towards his room when someone shouted Medic and he heard a few other footsteps following him. He ran straight towards Scout but saw nothing that would alert anything worrisome. He stared at Engineer like he was nuts for calling him even when it wasn't needed. His words were cut short when Engineer pointed at the tears that were coming out of the boy's eyes. He blinked and frowned in confusion. How?
Not a few minutes later they all heard a groan escaping weakly from Scout's throat. And another few seconds later, they saw his eyes fluttering before they slowly opened. Although his eyes were still pale colored, they were relieved that he had woken up. But for how long will he be staying awake? For all they knew, he could never wake up by the next time he would close his eyes.
Scout's eyes darted around weakly, groaning once in a few seconds. He wanted to say something but the words were rasped and they could hear he was out of breath when he had just said a few words. Medic kneeled down, flashing a light in the other's eyes. He heard the groan once again when he shined the flashlight in the others right eye. But when he did by the left, nothing. ''Scout, can you see anything?'' He asked softly. The teammates all frowned at the question, thinking it was stupid, of course the boy could see! Nothing could happen with his eyes, right? But they could be all so wrong. ''L..'' Was the only thing they heard. Either it meant that he saw only through his Left eye or saw nothing through it at all. ''Nothing through your Left eye, you mean that?'' Medic asked and a groan was met with his answer. ''Snow blindness'' He muttered softly to himself.
A few looked up at the doctor in shock and confusion but asked nothing, knowing that they would get an explanation soon or later. ''Are you feeling your limps?'' Medic asked, checking up at the boy if he was healthy and not getting worse, or that something might be wrong and that he had overlooked it while checking him up just a few hours earlier.
''Well, aside from unable to speak, that's it'' He chuckled weakly, trying to lighten up the atmosphere in his own way. Scout grunted and tried to move his arms and legs, they twisted slightly, showing that he still could use them but would be needing help later on. He shook his head weakly, indicating that nothing was wrong, at least in his view of point and feeling.
''Good, you aren't feeling cold or having a fever either, still tired?'' Medic asked, waiting for either a nod or a shake from the boy. Scout nodded, feeling his eyes going to close up anytime soon. He felt still too tired to wake up, but at the same time he was a bit afraid of falling asleep. Perhaps this time he wouldn't be that lucky and be asleep forever, never waking up again. Unable to see his team mates and family. It horrified him. He yawned softly and tried to shift slightly, grunting at the limp feeling he was still feeling. The Medic sighed. He knew the other was tired and wanted to sleep, but he knew that the boy must feel afraid to do so. ''You can go back to sleep'' He smiled softly. Although he didn't wanted the other to fall asleep, afraid he wouldn't wake up, the boy needed his rest. At least he spoke to him one more time before he wouldn't wake up, if that would be the problem later on. He hoped the boy would wake up, and this time a bit more healthier and alive.
Scout stared at Medic and then at the rest of the team mates before nodding, closing his eyes. Within seconds he was fast asleep, his chest going up and down slowly and steady. The whole room was silence, staring at the sleeping boy and some sighed, shaking their head. ''While he wake up?'' Asked Engineer, feeling more worried than ever. Medic shook his head slightly. ''I'm not certain Herr Engineer. If his will power won't flatter, then perhaps. Otherwise he will never wake up..'' He muttered and rubbed his eyes after removing his glasses. ''We shall see''
Everyone left the room after a few minutes, each doing their own thing. Spy and Soldier trying to prevent Pyro from using his flamethrower, the question running through their mind at how he got that blasted thing back. Engineer went back at trying to repair the generator. Demoman was getting himself drunk again, like always. Heavy kept Medic company. Sniper went back to his van, doing whatever he always did in there.
It had been four days of worrying over the boy. He hadn't woke up since the last time and their hopes were flattering. The thought of never having a hyper active, naïve young boy running around the base was depressing. Even though Scout could get on their nerves, he was the one who also kept everyone together, making the whole thing a bit less different. He would always try to raise the mood or just bicker whenever he wanted. Having fun with the boy or just scold him the whole way to hell and back. They didn't even wanted a new Scout, no one could replace this one.
It had been a miracle after the 5th day. Scout had finally woke up again, feeling a bit better than before. He could feel his limps and move them easier. Although he had gotten a small fever, nothing was worrisome. He could speak a bit again and he was seeing shadows through the snow blinded eye. Even the smile had returned and he tried to be himself again, even though he couldn't run right now. It was lucky for him that they were still on ceasefire or they had a huge problem.
The team mates were all relieved, welcoming their fallen team mate back. Engineer had finally repaired the generator although the respawn was still dead. Though that didn't really mattered at the moment.
Right now Scout was having a happily chat with Engineer, although sometimes he stumbled over his words or he spoke without some letters. Or it came out as a bare whisper, still trying to get used to talk again. They were all happy that the boy had woken up, that his hope didn't flattered.
''Welcome back Son'' Said Engineer for the 10th time, still not sure if this was a dream or that the boy was really awake. Scout chuckled weakly. ''10th time, Gr'mps'' With made Engineer laugh, not saying anything about that word, even though he used to scold Scout all the time whenever he used that word against him. Right now he didn't cared.
The boy was alive. And that was what mattered for the Blu team. But what would be the next upcoming event be?
-TBS.