So. More 100 word nuggets. I like these. I can describe one moment in great detail or many moments in little detail. Plus it means I actually finish something.
And my apologies for my writing. But should you enjoy then we shall both be pleasantly surprised.
Blood and flesh fell from the sky; a macabre rain. He grinned, wiping the carnage from his face before running into battle, yelling his own distinct war cry. It didn't matter; they were all going to die anyway. Day in day out, the war cries didn't inspire fear anymore. There was only death, and the race to see who died last. He smashed his bat into the back of the Pyro's head, feeling the satisfying crunch. They had this. He ran full pelt into enemy territory, not hearing Medic's yell. He flew into fire, laughing.
Respawn had been turned off.
In the darkness there is a monster. He laughs to hear the tales, the team scaring themselves as they recount their strange experiences. They are only adding to their paranoia, working themselves up until they were wound too tight with anxiety. It is wonderful, to sneak up on them then, uncloak with a cackle and scare them all. He waves off their silly dare as bravado. He would be glad to prove there was nothing under their base. He splashes though the dark pipes, laughing aloud to the echoes.
In the darkness there is a monster. And it is hungry.
He was drowning in air. It filled his lungs and burned, suffocated him with too much oxygen. He was drowning in air. He dived back under water, breathing in glorious water. It soothed his lungs and he could feel the reassuring rush of water over his gills. He cried. In the dark waters of the sewers of his base he cried. He couldn't even breathe air; he was forever cut off from the world above. Doomed to suffocate or doomed to insanity in this aquatic life. At least he still had his love. He curled up around the corpse, smiling.
There was something under the floorboards. Pyro could hear it under his bed. He called in the team one by one. None of them could hear it, or didn't believe him. Except scout. They both frantically levered up the creaking wood and shined a light down the hole. Five little faces peered up at them and mewed weakly. Five little balls of fluff. He and Scout gently rescued the starving kittens one by one. They stayed long into the night, feeding and bathing them all. The team found them in the morning, curled up together in a pile of pillows.