A/N: Hey, guess what I did? Got to many stories going again! Anyway, we've got a vote for the Specialists finally, so that's cool. This chapter, somebody dies, so don't flame *coughforeshadowingcough* me. Please.
0-0-0-Engineer, RED-0-0-0
I got out of my chair once more to be greeted by Spy and Medic, neither of whom appeared to be hurt. We quickly swapped stories and intel about what we'd seen and decided to defend this place as long as possible. We REDs were very good at defending, it's what we did all day against the BLUs. Spy figured he would be better off on his own, and made his way around the building to pursue the unsuspecting attacker Engie had seen.
0-0-0-Firebreack, Black Ops-0-0-0
This place was, well, unconventional, but it was sure nice. I decided to wander towards the other side, to where the enemies supposedly spawned in. I made my way around a large tree to see a person, clad in a full body fireproof suit with a respirator tank on his back. Well, Prophet wasn't kidding, this guy had a ton of hats. His weapon looked ridiculous, too, as if he made it by himself, and to top all that, it was wrapped in Christmas lights! I took out my Purifier, a true modern masterpiece of pyrotechnics if I do say so myself, and charged the suited figure.
Right before the very extent of my flames reached him, however, I was shot back with a huge blast of air and, before I could regain my footing, was smacked in the face by two signal flares. I swung the purifier across my back and whipped out my Razorback SMG and opened fire, hoping I could spray the masked abomination down. He dove behind a tree and I stopped to reload, before brandishing my Purifier once again. I silently made my way up to the tree, but made the mistake of poking the head of my flamethrower around the tree, and he saw it. The man jumped out, grabbing the head of my Purifier in one hand and holding his shotgun in the other, and blasted my clear in the chest, knocking me back.
Gah, man, that hurt, a few of the pellets broke my Kevlar and embedded themselves in my flesh. DNI says I'm not going to die, so that's good. I got up off the ground to see the man with my purifier in hand, slowly approaching. I panicked, my gear scattered all around after most of the belts and holders broke from the shotgun blast, but managed to find my MR6 pistol still in its holster. I fired at the masked person, hoping that a headshot would be enough to take him down. I hit a few shots in his chest, but he kept coming, picking up the pace a bit. I emptied the magazine and went to reload, but he kicked me to the ground and pressed the head of the Purifier under my mash, flipping up the faceplate. The last thing I saw was him curiously tilt his head and mumble something, before searing my face off.
0-0-0-Pyro, RED, 5 minutes ago-0-0-0
I made my way through the cotton candy forest, Ballonicorn following close behind. As I rounded a bend, I saw a cherub guy who looked kinda like me, but armored in candycorn and had his own, fancier rainbow thrower. He started to run at me, and figured that he wanted some sugar, so I fired a blast of streamers, confetti, and sugar out of my rainbow maker at him.
He flew back, laughing, and I continued, shooting two gumballs to him, which he caught with his face and laughed again. Then, he dropped his rainbow thrower and pulled out a licorice gun. Ew, I hated licorice, so I hid behind the trunk of a cotton candy tree and waited until he ran out. Soon enough, the man poked his rainbow thrower playfully around the tree, and I pulled out a candy cane whist grabbing at the end of his rainbow gun. I launched a bunch of chocolate all over his chest and he went flying back again, this time landing on his back.
Oh, my bad. I picked up his rainbow thrower to go see if he was hurt. The man laughed once again and stood up, but Ballonicorn nudged him back down to the ground. I took his rainbow thrower and shifted up his mask to see his face and filled it with rainbows. He giggled and laughed until he could no longer see, his eyes filled with happy tears. Then, he rolled over and decided to take a nap. Well, now that he was good and happy, time to go on to the next one.
I gently laid his rainbow thrower next to him, and continued through the woods.
0-0-0-Scout, RED-0-0-0
I was startled by the Admin's voice coming over the loudspeakers concealed in every other tree.
"Firebreak, Black Ops, was toasted by Pyro, RED" the promptly stated, before cutting the feed. Nice, already got it down to nine on eight, and Pyro got what sounds like their pyro, so no more fire on the field, right? I dunno, but I continued making my way through the trees, and up a rocky face that led to a landing I thought I saw a gun barrel sticking out of.
I climbed to almost the top, and stopped. I assumed it was their sniper, but it could be ours for all I knew. I gripped my scattergun with one hand, and vaulted myself up the face with the other, where I came face to face with the shining, Unusual-wearing RED Sniper. I sighed and lowered my gun, as he lowered his SMG, and we swapped what we knew. Sniper said he's seen two guys going around to the main building, and a third darting around in the trees. We were, however, both confident in our chances of winning this match, as our Pyro already had the first kill.
I decided to wait with Sniper, much to his annoyance, but I promised to be quiet, plus, I was tired of running.
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A/N: well, the TF team has the first kill under their collective belt, but Black Ops still has a fighting chance. Current polls have the TF2 guys winning, and I'll probably put a poll on my page, so vote there too. Anyway, until next chapter, I've been Pix, thanks for reading!