Sup? Sorry for the long update times, but hey, I'm still alive! Enjoy the chapter, sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm editing on mobile currently.
Oh and Guest person, 'John' in the last chapter, wasn't intended to be The Sniper from TF2... He's literally just an Overwatch pilot with a heavy british accent. Character creation, ya gotta love it.
With that outta the way, read up and enjoy :)
Chapter 4: American Patriots
Jeremy waited at the location where he told Tracer to meet him. The area was a place that was well known for AWOL's lackies, harassing and sometimes murdering citizens that were not American by blood. There was a reason this area was now lowly inhabited. Ever since 'AWOL' moved in with his mentally unstable belief of colonizing London, this specific area has never been the same...
"Welcome to America... Number 2?" Jeremy slowly said, ending the sentence with cringe. He furrowed his brows at the poorly painted letters that overtook the original name of the town.
The town didn't look good at all, visible signs of vandalism and American graffiti scarring the once-polished structures. It was a shadow of it's former self, ruined by the amount of nut heads that 'AWOL' has convinced.
Jeremy found a box of crates near a wall. He thought it would be a good place to sit on while waiting for Tracer to show up. While on his way here - which was a 20 minute walk away from the apartment, he noticed less people that were on the streets as he kept advancing, none of them trying to get involved with 'America - Number 2'. It was a dull morning, some sunshine with many clouds of grey and a decent breezy weather that Jeremy adored.
Jeremy knew of this area because, he was once sent on a quick run to get some information about the murder rates that were going on in some part of London. It was a couple months ago. The town looked very different from when he first saw it, the most noticeable difference were the inhabitants of said town, American's now living exclusively off this colonized land for some months without trouble from society. Jeremy assumed that the cops couldn't be bothered to deal with this town, "Lazy ass bums." He whispered to himself, finding distaste whenever he thought about a cop.
Jeremy started to get bored, sitting around in a quiet town in the morning was not how his mornings went. His mornings consisted of a casual jog through the city. His body taking in the comfortable wind the longer he would distance himself on his run.
While he was sitting down, his mind annoyingly stumbled on Tracer... Why did he feel like there was love between him and her? That couldn't have been possible, he wouldn't allow himself to fall for her, he hated her, HE HATED COMPETITION.
He pulled out his device and unlocked it, going to the messaging app and noticing the small amount of contacts he had in his messaging options. There was Winston... And Tracer. He texted Tracer.
Scout: 'Yo, what the fuck? Frickin' hurry up already!'
In less than 10 seconds, Tracer replied.
Tracer: 'lol, calm your arse down mate, be there soon :3'
Jeremy rolled his eyes and groaned with annoyance.
Scout: 'Fucking annoying'
He replied back, not even waiting for a reply, turning his device off and stuffing it back into his pockets. After a few more seconds of waiting, Jeremy heard footsteps... And the sound of teleportation.
It was too late for Jeremy to dodge it.
Tracer threw a poorly aimed water balloon at the back of Jeremy's head.
His head turned just at the right time so she could see the maximum mischief that has been caused by her filled water balloon. The balloon exploded in front of him, splattering his face and his clothes with cold water.
Tracer felt a huge wave of relaxation come over her as she watched with a smirk. It was like she finally stood up to a bully that she has always been afraid of, she was savouring her monumental victory with pleasure. "Hah! I got ya soooo good!" Tracer pointed and laughed, causing a wave of annoyance to wash over Jeremy.
He didn't stand up from his spot, still coming to realize... Tracer had the GUTS to play a prank on him? "AGH! Do you have a fuckin' death wish?" Jeremy said, still seated and holding a venomous expression at the innocent Brit.
While he stared, he noticed she changed her clothes to something less suspicious. "At least she changed her clothes." He thought through all the anger.
Tracer was wearing a plain orange sweater with white ties, wearing tight, all black jeans to go along with her top. Her shoes looked nice as well - All white shoes with Orange stripes across the middle, not bad, even if she was still wearing her yellow-tinted goggles, Jeremy figured it would be a nice, innocent disguise for breaking into a town full of madmen.
Tracer frowned, "Hmph, has the word fun, ever occurred to you?" She said, keeping herself a safe distance between herself and Jeremy.
Jeremy's stare turned even more lethal, finding it hard to resist his trigger fingers. "The money Jeremy, ya can't kill her just yet." His conscious spoke to him, reminding him of his goal and preventing him from ending her. He decided to reply to her question, "So lemme get this straight, you... Ya somehow wanna make me stand you a bit more... B-but then you go on and do shit like dis?" He stood up, his temper getting the better of him, "Does that make sense?!" He yelled it out louder than he was expecting to, even surprising himself with the volume in his voice.
Tracer rolled her eyes, "Relax, it was just a prank, don't get so antsy about-"
Jeremy was stuttering, "A P- A Prank?!" He shook his head and smirked, "Man, your... Ya really some other type of crap I haven't seen yet." He sat back down on the crates and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt, "Great, and I'm wet... You're frickin' annoying."
Tracer put on a douche expression and aimed it at Jeremy, making a comeback with no words. She also saw a smaller pile of crates that were near Jeremy, contemplating on whether or not to sit closer to a guy that was ordered not to kill you... Pretty creepy.
She took a chance and sat on the smaller pile of crates, silently hoping that she wouldn't be shot outright by the criminal. She crossed her legs on the wide base of the crate. An awkward silence accompanying the two. "Why do you hate me so much, Jeremy?" Tracer asked suddenly, not even looking his way.
Jeremy stopped wiping his face and looked back at her, a confused expression. "Uh, well. Let's see. I'm talkin' wit a frickin' girl that almost killed me, did that not cross ya mind, oh and I frickin' hate you."
"Bollox on that other one, you would've done the same if you were in my shoes." Tracer replied.
Jeremy laughed, "Hah! If I remember correctly, you had the frickin' guns to my head first while we were talkin'. So yeah, I'd do the same, but for the wrong frickin' reasons cause I was the one who started it first. Frickin' moron."
Jeremy was right, he really didn't want to pull his gun on Tracer when she first met him last night, if she would've allowed him to go on about his crime, none of this would have happened.
Tracer objected, "Actually love, don't try to act like you're the innocent one 'ere because you're not! That clerk that was working there? Ye, you remember him. You killed the bloody man... KILLED HIM!" She turned around and stared daggers at him, disgusted by his act. "So really, I have all the reasons to be aiming guns at you, because you Jeremy..." She said his name with disgust. "You're a bloody murderer, you're a piece of scum that's better off rotting in the gutter than to be wandering about AND YOU KNOW IT."
Tracer had a better point - Murderers of the innocent had reason to be persecuted.
Jeremy felt a twitch in his face at the mention of his murder that was unknown to him. He didn't know he hit the clerk that hard. His eyes travelled away from Tracer's eyes and looked unto the colonized town. "... Whatever," Jeremy stood up from the crates and advanced further to the town's entrance. A sinking feeling was growing in his stomach, feeling very guilty about taking the innocent man's life... He was a criminal, but he never once in his 6 years of crime, NEVER took an innocent man's life... It felt horrible for him. He managed to ignore it for now, knowing it would come back to haunt him later.
Tracer knew he got him with her remarks, sending him back to the life he was used to living - A life of violence. She stood up from the crates as well, following him. "Where are we going now?" Tracer asked, not expecting a reply from him.
Surpassingly, he replied. "We're gonna go inside of there." Jeremy pointed at what looked like an entrance. The 2 guards stationed there were patriots, obvious by the flag of their country embedded on the clothes that they wore. "Follow me, and stay quiet, alright?"
Jeremy and Tracer crawled behind the cover of some cars that kept them hidden from the sight of the main entrance.
As they got closer to the main entrance of the town, some people started to appear, Jeremy and Tracer remaining hidden by using bushes, run-down buildings and ancient cars for cover. They were close to the entrance and could hear chatter among the people stationed there.
"Step by step, we'll show these brits that America is a better place for everyone! Whether they like it or not." A voice said, the person was obviously delusional.
"You're right... man, Mr. Doe is doing a fine job of colonizing, don't you think?" Another voice replied, sounding more calmer than the first one.
"Obviously! It's why we agreed to support him, like he said, 'Real Americans help each other for the greater good of America!',"
Jeremy cringed, "The fuck? So let's go frickin' colonize a town cause it helps America? What the hell?" He whispered to himself. He continued to listen to the nut heads that were talking.
"Americans are honestly just the best nationality to be, I wouldn't exchange it for anything else. Would you?"
"Nah, American is the way to go in life."
"Got that right bro."
The two patriots were interrupted by another voice, "Hey guys! Mr. Doe is commanding everyone to meet at the square by eleven hundred! Important meeting regarding our next task on colonizing London!"
"Hey man, I'm gonna go on break for a while, mind watching it alone for 10 minutes?"
"Not at all sir, go on your break. I'll take over for a bit." The man replied, sending the other guard on his break.
Tracer poked Jeremy's shoulder, scaring him a bit, "I'm guessing this Mr. Doe, is the guy we're looking for, correct?" She whispered.
Jeremy checked the time on his device. 10:45 A.M.
"Yeah, pretty sure it is. We have 15 minutes until the meeting starts..." Jeremy turned to face Tracer, "Listen, if we're gonna kill the guy, we oughta make sure that we kill the right guy, it'd be frickin' crappy if we end up killing the wrong man." He opened the messaging app on his phone, tapping on the convo with Winston and viewing the pictures he sent. "This is what the guy looks like." He tapped on the picture that was shown to him earlier, a picture of 'AWOL', and handed his device to Tracer so she could see as well.
She viewed the picture and nodded, "How are we going to kill him? He uses a bloody rocket launcher to fight! Not to mention his barmy partners that'll probably take all our bullets for him..."
"The hell is barmy?" Jeremy asked, unfamiliar with the word.
"Crazy." Tracer replied.
"Ah, alright. Don't suppose ya have a plan for takin' 'em down?" Jeremy paused for a bit, his eyes catching attention of a rat that was nearby Tracer. The rat was dangerously close to her and she didn't even know it...
Tracer waited for him to continue and noticed his eyes staring down lower, making a quick assumption that he was staring at her body, despite her non-revealing clothes... It flattered her a bit.
Before Tracer could comment about the awkward pause, Jeremy continued his sentence, "... Or should I tell mine?"
"You tell yours first, and if it's rubbish, we'll use-" Tracer was cut off by a rat that climbed on her crouched stance.
Cue the screams.
Tracer could feel the slimy dirt through her jeans, the hair on the rodent's body feeling like caterpillars against her legs. She quickly jumped from her original position, spazzing her body urgently to get rid of the rat that was travelling on her, proving as an ineffective way to rid yourself of a crawling rat. "EEEEE! GET IT- GET IT OFF!" She continued to shriek, the sight of the disgusting rodent only making her screams more louder.
Jeremy would've been laughing... If he wasn't trying to hide...
As if it couldn't get worse, the rat managed to climb atop her hair, her hands flailing uselessly around her, swatting nothing but air. Tracer should've been labelled as a screamer in this exact moment, she wasn't used to a rodent travelling on her body... let alone her hair.
"Fuck! TRACER, CHILL." Jeremy stressed, whispering as loudly as he could without actually screaming. Her screams were never ending and their cover was most likely already blown. He tried to stand up and slap the rat off of her...
Unfortunately It didn't go according to plan, as he received an accidental kick to the face while getting close. "Agh! Holy shit Tracer, stand still will ya?!" Jeremy rubbed the affected spot on his face and quickly wrapped an arm around Tracer's waist before he could receive another panicked kick. He maintained a firm grip around her waist despite her squirming, while also managing to slap the rodent off of her as fast as he could, forcefully dragging her body back down to the ground with him in order to lay low.
That seemed to stop Tracer's screaming... But started something else within Tracer - Extreme Flattery. Jeremy's arm was still wrapped around Tracer's waist, holding her down with him on the ground. She looked at him and held a stare of shock, frozen by his tempting eyes.
As if she couldn't get more flattered - Jeremy quickly cupped his hand over her mouth, shamefully moaning against his palm.
Thank god he hadn't noticed.
"Shhhh..." He was listening for any footsteps...
As if on cue, a man's footsteps and voice could be heard in the distance, most likely checking out the source of noice that was coming from behind the ruined structures.
"Goddamn it! What did I tell you guys about making out?!" The man yelled out, assuming it was the people who he thought it was.
Jeremy's mind was urgently thinking of any solutions to get out of this situation without violence, much to his dissapointment. He could easily just kill the guy... But he couldn't afford to have the whole town on him while trying to kill 'AWOL'.
Wait no, maybe he could, but they didn't even know where he was yet. It would make the job harder to complete without knowing where he was when his cover was blown, blindly wandering around an unknown area with a bunch of crazy patriots trying to kill you? Yeah, no. He needed to be discreet for now... Including Tracer, but that obviously didn't work out.
The man's voice and footsteps getting closer to where Jeremy and Tracer were with each second that passed.
Tracer had a eerily calm look on her face as Jeremy continued to have his hand cupped over Tracer's mouth, confusing Jeremy slightly. He gestured her to lay low and stay quiet. He continued to think of any possible solutions to be discreet until his mind came to a conclusion... A conclusion that he pursed his lips at.
Jeremy was convinced that this was the only possible solution to get out discreetly. The guard assumed there were some people making out behind the cars, so what better way to act convincing, then by doing what he thought was going on? It was a foolproof plan...
"Oh no..." Jeremy whispered to himself.
He blinked his eyes and took a breath of annoyance...
Jeremy groaned quietly and scrunched his face up, finding it necessary to do something that he DID NOT want to do...
... Jeremy would have to kiss Tracer.
He let his hand leave Tracer's lips. If he wanted to keep the acting believable for infiltration within the 'colonized' town... he would have to do it. His lips were experienced at making out with girls, despite not doing it quite recently, he still remembered some veteran moves that he used to do all the time with the girls back in high school, this time would be no different...
"Ugh... Fuck... Tracer," He looked directly at Tracer's confused ones, urgency in his voice, "play along!" He whispered, his eyes pleading for her to not mess it up.
"Wot, love?" Tracer looked back at him, not hearing what he said. "I didn't-"
Tracer was cut off when he let his hand leave her face and put it behind her head, another hand on her waist. He'd have to make it as believable as he could.
Tracer gave Jeremy a confused look, "What are you doing?" She then slowly realized what he was about to do when he took a deep, hesitant breath, inching his lips closer to hers, "... W-wait, NO-" her objections were already too late...
Time automatically slowed down for Tracer when her lips went upon his...
Tracer's squirming lips met Jeremy's hesitant ones... her eyes wide and her face overflowing with heat. Her mouth unknowingly allowed Jeremy's tongue to enter, allowing himself for deeper entry. She shamefully allowed her tongue to wrestle with his, moaning softly.
Tracer could not believe how turned on she was right now... Especially from him. His lips feeling joyful against her's.
Jeremy closed his eyes and tried to make his kiss believing, putting fake passion and ambition into the kiss as if Tracer was someone that he truly loved. He growled sedcutively inside of her mouth, hating himself for doing it, but wanting to make it believable.
Tracer didn't know whether to put some more effort into her side of her kisses or just let Jeremy do his thing... Through all the confusion and panic in her mind, she had to admit that he was doing very well with his kisses.
Tracer allowed him to do whatever he was doing, her body felt frozen on top of his, with his arm wrapped around her waist, comfortable warmth coming from his hold and his growls making her moan out for more in return.
They haven't even noticed the man that was witnessing the 'make out' session, an annoyed sigh escaping his mouth. "Another pair of lovers, good god." The man said miserably.
Jeremy heard him and made his act more believable by sliding his hand down Tracer's neck, his hands feeling warm against her cold skin. His experienced touches gave her goosebumps all around her body, forcing her to gasp loudly while she was tangled in his kiss. Tracer wouldn't mind having the kiss go on for longer... Even if the kiss was for no reason at all, it didn't really matter to her. It felt nice, blissful.
Despite her hate for him, she had to admit it... Jeremy was a good kisser, definitely a veteran when it comes to making out with girls.
"Looks like we got another Romeo and Juliet... Get up!" The man yelled.
"Finally..." Jeremy thought. He immediately ripped his lips and tongue away from Tracer's in a bash way, cringing his face. He was feeling disgusted that he had to resort to such an intimate action with a girl he hated. Tracer looked cute, sure, but looks didn't matter to him if he hated her. He rolled his eyes upwards and looked at the man, breathing heavily as if he was serious about the kiss, all the actions he could do to make his act more believable than what it already was. "Heh, sorry 'bout that." He said to the annoyed man. Jeremy sighed and looked back at Tracer, who was still on top of his body, frozen with shock. She looked back at him with an expression that was less lovely than her earlier one.
Tracer didn't want to admit that she was into the make out session... But she was. Her deep blush already giving it away through her angry expression.
Tracer knew Jeremy was a douchebag, but what he did was on another level of behaviour that she couldn't even describe. She had no idea why she was so pissed. She didn't like him at all... She has a girlfriend! Why was she so pissed about him breaking up the kiss with disgust? If anything, she should've been happy, but she felt the complete opposite. Embarrassed, angry and dissapointed, a mix of emotions growing inside of her.
Jeremy urgently mouthed the words 'Play along.' to the blushing Tracer.
Her mouth twitched... She was furious.
Tracer was pissed now that she knew the real reason for his kiss, "This was a bloody act?!" She whispered, venom in her voice, wanting to beat Jeremy's face to a pulp, finding the self-control within her to manage the anger. All this time during the kiss, and she hadn't even assumed it was an act... She felt so damn stupid for thinking that Jeremy would actually want to kiss her.
Jeremy's growing smirk turned into a panicked expression, "BABE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YA TALKIN' BOUT..." He said nervously, stressing his face and clenching his teeth, realizing that she didn't know it was all just for an act to blend in as if they were citizens of the town.
"Huh? Wait, what's going on here?" The man said, confused after hearing what Jeremy and Tracer were saying. They both looked at each other with confused expressions, "Someone better say something..." The man slowly pulled out a pistol, along with a pair of handcuffs.
Jeremy looked back at the man, trying not to look nervous while still laying down, "Uhm, uh... W-we were just tryna get some kisses in before ya frickin' interrupted us!" He looked back at Tracer with an urgent look, "Right babe?!"
Tracer's eyebrows furrowed at him, "Yeah..." She took her body off of his chest, sitting against the ruined door of a car, moving pieces of strand hair away from her face. "We were just fucki- I mean, kissing." She gave the man a reassuring smile, despite feeling like shit.
Jeremy's eyebrows arched, "Y-yeah, we were just doing teenage crap, y'know... Young and dumb, hehe..." He chuckled nervously, standing up slowly. "Sorry man, it-it won't happen again."
The man put his gun back in his holster, "Alright, better not happen again. Consequences will be put on you if I catch you one more time doing this, understand?"
"Yeah." Jeremy replied.
"Good, but hold on for a second, I have a question for your, erm... Your partner. Is she American?"
"Shit." Jeremy thought.
"Her accent sounds off..."
Jeremy stuttered, "W-well, yeah! She is-"
Jeremy was cut off, "I didn't ask you son, I'm asking the girl." He pointed at Tracer, "Lady, are you American?" He held a professional stare with the flustered Brit.
"... Yes, I am American-"
He cut her off, "What state are you from?"
Tracer was stumped, she didn't know anything about America... Except... Except for... Los Angeles! Thank god for memories! She knew of Los Angeles because that's where Hollywood was located, where some of her favourite movies were made!
Tracer's face beamed up, "I'm from the state of Los Angeles!" She said proudly, standing up like she aced an exam.
"Crap." Jeremy facepalmed and groaned.
The man continued to stare at her, unimpressed with her answer. "... Los Angeles is not a state ma'am." He pulled his pistol out of his holster once again, aiming it at her, "Come with me foreigner, you know what happens to people like you around these parts..."
Tracer put her hands up, "Bloody hell." She said annoyingly, tempted to blink behind hi, and knock him out... Until Jeremy intervened.
"Yo yo yo yo chill!" He put himself in front of Tracer, shielding her from the gun.
Tracer was surprised at his action. It was awfully chivalrous of Jeremy to be willing to take a bullet for her, her blush still staying attached to her face.
"Okay relax, do ya really gotta kill her if she ain't American?" A rhetorical question Jeremy asked.
"Mr. Doe ordered us to kill any non-Americans! Have you forgot about our goal man? There should be multiple counties similar to America due to how perfect it is, and every man or woman must be American for the world to be perfect! Those are sacred words directly from Mr. Doe himself! Immediately tell me why you speak like a non-American, you poor soul..." The man pointed his gun closer to to his face. "TELL ME NOW SON!"
Jeremy couldn't take anymore of this crazy talk, furrowing his brows annoyingly, "Yo, Mr. Doe is a frickin' nut head, and so are you!" Jeremy said before quickly disarming the man with an insanely quick swipe... Not even giving him the chance to blink.
The man gasped, shocked that his pistol was suddenly gone from his hand, he was frozen, not knowing what to do against a man with beastly reflexes. "Uh..." His jaw was dropped, waiting for Jeremy to make his move.
"Ya ain't so tough without a pistol, are ya?" Jeremy said, letting his fists connect with the man's jaw, knocking him unconscious against the ground. He crouched down to hide the body, not even turning around to face her, "This could've been so much easier if you just played along, Tracer." He started to drag the body into a bush.
"Oi! Don't you dare say-" Before Tracer could reply properly, an ear-piercing alarm was rung throughout the area, a voice of a nut head accompanying the alarm...
"ATTENNNSHUNN, THIS IS YOUR GENERAL, MR. DOE SPEAKING. I HAVE A TASK FOR YOU MAGGOTS! THERE ARE BLEEDERS AT THE ENTRANCE, I REPEAT, THERE ARE BLEEDERS AT THE ENTRANCE! FIRST ONE TO BRING ME THEIR HEADS WILL RECIEVE A PROMOTION WITHIN MY BELOVED CORP, GET MOVING SISSIES! MR. DOE OUT!" The speakers blared out.
Tracer hoped she would get her chance to explain herself after this mission was over, hating Jeremy for assuming she had heard his quiet whispers.
The pair heard a unison of battle cries coming from within the town, accompanied with some random shots fired in the distance. His hands left the man's unconscious body and went straight to unzipping his duffel bag, "We're gonna have to fight these frickin' guys now!" Jeremy yelled, finding it hard to speak over the unnecessarily loud alarm. He rummaged through his bag and found what he was looking for - His Baseball bat, a baseball, a Scattergun with lots of shells... and an unusual looking soda can, which got the attention of Tracer's curiosity.
The soda can was black in colour, red and blue stripes to the side of the can with a label attached to the bottom. She couldn't make out what the words said, the writing too small for her to read from a distance.
Jeremy held the soda can up to her proudly, "The black market can get you a lotta' crap." He said with a devious smirk, "Yo, I hope you brought your lil pistol things, cause ya gonna need it in a few seconds..." He looked over the car and peeked at the entrance. Three men were already there with weapons that didn't look satisfying if it was to be pointed at him. He ducked his head down, slinging the baseball bat to be attached to the back of his hoodie, scattergun in hand, baseballs and a Soda can in his pockets. He re-strapped the duffel bag onto his back, "You brought ya weapons?" Jeremy asked.
Tracer didn't reply, not wanting to talk to him for his uber asshole behaviour. She pulled two shiny pulse pistols out of her sweater pockets, twirling it around so Jeremy could see.
"Alright good, are you down for some running?" He peeked over the car once again, spotting a small group of men advancing towards their blown position. A shot rang off in the distance and Jeremy crouched instantly, barely avoiding a sniper's bullet. "Holy shit, this is gonna be too frickin' fun!" Jeremy pulled the soda can out of his pocket and consumed it fully.
Tracer was confused, "Are you bonkers, mate? What's that possibly going to do for you?"
"Well... I'm gonna... Be... Untouchable!" Jeremy's speech was slurred. His fingers and arms twitched, dropping the can. His head twitched and his body spazzed for some short seconds, turning stiff. His pupil's dilated and he laughed maniacally.
"... Jeremy? Are you okay-"
Before Tracer could finish, he then... with insanely- GODLY speed... vaulted over the car and ran into the crowd of men with a scattergun. His legs moving faster than she could blink.
"UNFREAKINTOUCHABLE!" Jeremy yelled out, jumping over the men and quite literally, running circles around them... Shooting shells at point blank range while screaming obscenity galore.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, GUYS?!" A man screamed out. Bullets firing at the blur that was circling them.
"Woah..." Tracer watched in awe, she has never witnessed such speed ever in her life, his speed was fascinating to watch. She wouldn't have much time to witness it as she was brought back to reality, a bullet almost striking her but instead, striking the broken metal.
Tracer went back behind cover and armed her goggles with a strong nod, putting the goggles over her eyes quickly. She inhaled and exhaled confidently, readying herself for a fight... Until Jeremy intervened once again.
Jeremy somehow managed to escape from the crowd in 2 seconds and get back to Tracer, just to yell at her. "JOIN ME YA MORON!" He yelled, and just like that, he ran straight into the crowd with blurring speed, leaving dust behind his trail.
Tracer looked at him with a scowl on her face, "Bloody bloke..." She blinked after him, helping to take out the rest of the nut heads that Jeremy was firing at.
Bullets were flying in all sorts of directions, the men seemingly not concerned with who they were shooting, as they were many friendly fire incidents caused amongst each other, just trying to shoot two insanely quick people - A literal blur, and a teleporting girl.
Jeremy ran up to a stray man with almost law-defying speed, sending 6 shells through his gut. He laughed maniacally once again, glorifying in the violence that he was causing. He continued to move while his eyes looked around frantically for his next victim, "YA HEADS ARE FRICKIN' BAT MAGNETS!" He was on a high, hyper from whatever substance that was contained in the unusual soda can. He pointed at his target and ran to him, the distance being closed quickly between him and Jeremy. He pulled out his bat and with the momentum from his quick run, he striked the man's jaw, home run style, most likely cracking the poor guy's entire jaw in the process. "HOMERUN FOR THE BOYS BACK HOME!" He screamed, pointing to the sky, but stopping shortly as the smaller group of men zoned in on him. He continued to hit'n'run while he was on his temporary high, looking to kill as many as people before the inhuman effects would go away.
Tracer was taking advantage of the fact that most of the men were focused in on trying to kill Caffeine-High Jeremy. She rapidly blinked towards the snipers that lined up at the gates of the main entrance, taking pot shots at the blurring man from afar. She playfully poked the cheek of a sniper that hadn't noticed her blinking behind him, "Hiya there, love!"
"Agh! Can't you see I'm doing something here?!" The sniper said, not zooming out of his scope.
"Ah bollox! Sorry, that's gonna have to stop!" Tracer fired her dual pistols, full burst into the snipers body. Another sniper took notice of the bullets that killed his mate, he pulled his pistol out but Tracer beat him to it, blinking towards him and disarming his pistol while sending 10 quick shots to his chest. She dealt with the rest of the snipers with ease, teleporting at all directions while firing her pistols - they had no chance against her.
Tracer looked at the insanely quick Jeremy once again, toying with the other men while dodging their fire and shooting holes in their bodies. If he was this type of fast when she was chasing him last night, he surely would have gotten away... He could've even killed her if she was trying to fight him, his speed was unreal. Her attention turned towards the speakers.
The voice came back into the speakers to yell, "MAGGOTS! IT'S JUST TWO PEOPLE AND THEIR NOT DEAD YET?! DISMISSED! ALL OF YOU! STOP FIGHTING THEM!" The sound of strict footsteps were heard in the background. The men that Jeremy was running and shooting at laid their weapons down, retreating back towards the entrance of the town. Tracer didn't know whether or not to shoot at them or let them retreat... She teleported back to Jeremy, who was attempting to chase off the runners with his bat.
"Jeremy! Bloody hell, stop!" Tracer put her hands on his shoulder, preventing him from giving another strike to a dead body. "Their retreating love, just stop killing them!" She was horrified at the sight of him smacking his bat against the mushy head of an already dead man.
Jeremy laughed, "Hahah... Ha... Haha..." His laughs were getting slower, his pupils going back to their original size and his body becoming more relaxed. "That was frickin' cool!" Jeremy turned around and shook Tracer happily by the shoulders, "I WAS SO UNTOUCHABLE, LIKE-LIKE I WAS RUNNING AND- and... Running and... Heh, yeah." His urgent voice suddenly stopped, his lips slightly open and his eyes trained intensely on her's.
His stare was off putting to her, and he really didn't want Jeremy touching her considering what just happened a while ago...
Jeremy unexpectedly moved a piece of hair away from his face, "T-Tracer..." He Whispered, almost like he was afraid of something.
"Uhhhh... What's the meaning of this Jeremy?" Tracer nervously said, his stare was hard to look away from when he was so relaxed... Despite the splatters of blood on his face. Her body was tense, trembling slightly, not with fear... but with curiosity.
"Uh-I... I- I wanna..." Jeremy chuckled again, holding a lazy smile on his face while rubbing Tracer's shoulders.
"I wanna fuuuuuck youuuu..." Jeremy lazily said. His tone could be compared to a drunkard, but he wasn't drunk.
Tracer sputtered, slightly disgusted but flattered at the same time from his VERY UNEXPECTED request. "Uh, oh blimey... I'm afraid that's not possible Jeremy," She took his arms off of her shoulder, only to find them wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Oh!" She gasped, her boobs making contact with his clothed chest. Tracer was panicked, her face unbelievably hot as she tried to unwrap his arms around her waist. His grip got stronger. "LET- UGH, LET GO OF ME!"
"Pleaaaaaseeee babyyyy, I wanna fuuuuuuck..." Jeremy's eyes rolled back slowly, falling sideways onto the ground with his cap knocked off his hat.
He was knocked out.
Tracer looked at him with shock, her heart still beating quickly when she heard his words. "What... In the fuck." She gasped out, not wanting to get near him after a weird situation. The speakers blared out again.
The sound of something heavy and dangerous was heard in the background. It was a weapon, something big being loaded into it. "MAGGOTS, WATCH AND LEARN! I WILL SHOW YOU SISSIES HOW A REAL AMERICAN DOES IT! SIT DOWN AND WATCH!" The speakers cut out from the source of the voice, an eerie silence following it.
Tracer was afraid on what he would try to do if she woke him up. Would he actually try to fuck her, like he has said? That would not bode well for her at all...
But then again, it would be bad to just leave him for dead... Even if she really wanted him dead, she was too good-natured to leave him for dead. Tracer tried to wake up Jeremy, crouching over his knocked out body and shaking him roughly. "Jeremy! Jeremy! Wake up, love! We got more company!" She slapped him on the face a total of 7 times.
Tracer heard the sound of a rocket being fired was heard in the distance.
"BOLLOX... JEREMY, GET UP!" Tracer kicked him... Where it hurt.
Jeremy woke up screaming, clutching his 'jewels' with both hands as he screamed in agony. "FFFUUUUCK! AGH, GOD FRICKIN'- DAMN IT!" His teeth was clenched and his face was in pain, Tracer slightly feeling bad for him.
"Jeremy! You gotta get up! The bloody psycho is coming soon!" Tracer stressed. She helped him get up, seeing him struggle with the pain around his crotch as he tried to get up, tempted her to laugh. A sliver of resistance remained in her, letting out inconspicious giggles.
Jeremy was groaning with pain, "Oh my god! This frickin' hurts- w- what the hell happened, agh!" He rubbed his head, he seemed to forget the suggestive words he said to Tracer...
Tracer didn't feel like explaining it to him, the whole situation coming at her too quick for her to think about. "No time to explain mate, get yourself ready for a fight..." Tracer replied.
A couple of seconds later, the two saw a man with a helmet on top of a tall building looking down on them. He was wearing a black battle coat with an American flag stitched onto the front, Stars and Stripes adorning his coat, multiple badges of honour on his chest. He was clothed like a general and acted like one as well, but Jeremy highly doubted that he was part of the military.
"I DO THIS FOR AMERICA, I FIGHT FOR AMERICA, IF YOU TWO DISRESPECT AMERICAN CITIZENS, YOU DISRESPECT ME! FOR I, MR. DOE, GENERAL OF THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORP., AM AMERICA!" Mr. Doe pulled out a star spangled banner, waving it with one hand victoriously. "STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER MAGGOTS!" He sticked the flag into his back satchels and saluted, holding his rocket launcher with one hand. The man's voice was loud, clear and very military-esque as if it wasn't obvious enough.
"That's AWOL... That's that frickin' nut head." Jeremy said.
Mr. Doe shot a rocket directly at his feet, leaving an explosive cloud.
"Alright nice, the guy somehow doesn't get frickin' blown up by his own rockets. GREAT!" Jeremy complained.
"And here I thought that Pharah was the only one who could use a bloody rocket launcher... How cheeky is that?" Tracer said to herself.
Jeremy heard her but there was no time to ask questions on who this 'Pharah' was, his mind already set on how to kill Mr. Doe if he was to touch ground.
The rocket propelled him upwards into the sky, starting to shoot rockets while he was coming down. Jeremy and Tracer could hear his screams from below and could also see rockets propelling from the sky, headed towards them. Tracer blinked out of the area it was going to strike, Jeremy struggling to run because of his 'private' pain. "Craaaap! It hurts!" He whined out.
The two continued to dodge the rockets that were coming from the sky, many structures being blown up in the process, turning the surrounding area of the town into a ravaged war zone. Jeremy and Tracer continued to eye Mr. Doe's descent with patience, aiming to kill him as soon as he touched ground...
Sorry guys, I just LOVE adding intimate scenes between Tracer and Scout, makes my heart go all fluttery and shit, and YES. I know it's supposed to be a hate story between them, but I'm trying to lowkey turn it into a love/hate type story, Scout being the one who stays hating while Tracer can't help but grow some feelings for him... And Tracer's affection for Emily still remains high as fuck, just wanted to clear that up.
1-2 weeks on update time, expect an update for my other story soon...
But yeah, I wrote the whole chapter in 2 days, I rushed to get this out to you guys ASAP because, probably like many of you guys, I HATE waiting. So I couldn't stand to make some people wait, so I got the chapter out and published it for ya mans. Also, fuck school.
I'll see ya mans in the next chapter :)