Chapter 4
With a sickening squish the axe came down on the engineer's head. Had he been wearing his trusty hard hat the angered attack could have been halted somewhat, but it wasn't placed on his head as it usually was and the axe ploughed effortlessly through his skull.
The others stared at the scene in shock, unable to believe their eyes. It had happened so fast and was so random. Before their eyes the engineer crumpled to the ground, a deathly and gruesome gash in his head, the bloody axe (now which had a few bits of brain matter stuck to the blade) still clutched in the spy's hands.
"What just happen?" the heavy muttered more to himself than anyone. One look to the soldier, who was already without the effects of shock, told him that it was time to fight. This was the last enemy they had to eliminate, and then RED and BLU could go back to being proper rivals.
Already apparently over the engineer's death the heavy weapons guy sprang into action, lunging at the crazed spy. Carelessly he threw the barely-living medic across the room to focus all his efforts on this puny enemy.
The medic landed in the corner with such force that upon hitting the wall and slumping to the floor his chest collapsed, knocking the air from his lungs. There on the floor he lay, trying desperately to get in a breath or two before he suffocated. His efforts were unsuccessful, for the rib that had punctured his lung was preventing any kind of real progress.
The spy saw this and a gasp escaped her lips. She could now tell that her rescue mission would be a total failure. The medic was now clearly on his death bed, and her rescue mission would surely turn into a mission of vengeance.
An anger unlike any she'd ever felt washed over her. The one thing in this war that had really brought her happiness (sure, stealing briefcases and literally stabbing the enemy in the back was fun, but this was different) had been ripped from her with such force.
At this point there was no way she could forgive them and she wouldn't let the medic's death be for nothing. Both RED and BLU would pay for what they'd done, not just to the medic but to the rest of the GREEN team.
As the heavy charged her like a giant lumbering bear she saw the soldier make a move for the fallen engineer's gun. Knowing that if the soldier got hold of the weapon she'd be at an even greater disadvantage she decided to take that possibility out of the picture. Nimbly she dodged the heavy's powerful but uncoordinated first punch, dashing to the gun.
The soldier got to it first, though at the last moment he tripped. He lay on the floor, hand outstretched as he tried to take it in his grasp. The spy frowned as she brought the axe down on his wrist, severing his hand.
As the man screamed in agony and tried to stop the bleeding, his blood pooling on the floor around him, the spy realized something: these three weren't the only ones in the base; they weren't the only ones who were to blame. Surely the others would hear the racket and come to help. If she even wanted to get out of here alive she'd have to try to kill them all, or else they'd kill her. What had she gotten herself into?
Pushing the thought to the back of her mind for now she kicked the shotgun across the floor to the far side of the room, next to the locked supply closet. If she needed to she'd use it later, but she didn't have any extra ammunition so she didn't want to waste it now.
The soldier glared up at her, trying desperately to think of a way to get out of this situation. His nerves hardened by war he was able to keep a relatively clear mind, and he hastily grabbed for his shovel. Pain still consumed him but he knew he had to fight back. Shakily he got to his feet, lunging and swinging the shovel at her.
She wasn't able to dodge in time, the shovel hitting her across the head. As she fell to the ground she reached up to find the tiniest dribble of blood. It didn't bother her of phase her: She took the low ground as an advantage, hacking at the soldier's ankles with the axe. He was able to dodge a few of the swings but most of them hit, and soon the soldier was no longer able to stand on his own.
He wobbled and attempted to keep his balance as she hacked at him one last time, severing both his feet in one swing. Rolling away to avoid being landed on the spy jumped to her feet. Unable to risk him recovering she dealt him one final blow, hacking at his chest and puncturing his heart.
As he bled to death she turned her sights to the heavy, who was standing opposite her with a horrified look on her face. He'd underestimated her and now knew that he was in trouble. He cried out, "Oh, this is bad!"
She nodded, telling him he was right, as she ran toward him, axe at the ready by her side. She swung at him with all the force she could muster but, as big and slow as the heavy was, he managed to block the attack.
While she was in mid-swing he brought his fist down, somehow managing to time it perfectly. Before the axe could dig itself into his flesh his fist made contact with his attacker, the axe dropping harmlessly to the ground.
She screamed in pain, clutching her left hand. His hit had been unexpectedly successful, for when his fist had come down it had hit her hands, breaking on and rendering the axe useless. She needed two hands to swing it effectively, and now was nearly without a weapon.
Knowing that without a weapon she wouldn't be able to survive she scrambled to the corner, picking up the shotgun with her good hand. Steadying it on her left arm she ran toward him again. She wanted to be up close when she fired to deal maximum damage.
The heavy tried to get out of the way but she moved with him. Without any hesitation she pulled the trigger over and over until she heard only a hollow click, the bullets sinking into the man's chest and head. He was dead before he hit the ground, blood spilling from his many new holes.
The spy breathed heavily, tossing the empty shotgun aside. She wanted to take a break, to catch her breath and properly say goodbye to her medic, but she wasn't able to do that just yet. Already she could hear the rest of the teams coming to investigate.
Nervously she reached for her watch, hoping to cloak and hide until they were gone, but quickly found that it wouldn't work. The watch had been on her left wrist and when the heavy had broken her wrist the watch had been smashed along with her bones.
She closed her eyes, trying to think of a way out of this situation as the steps grew louder. After a moment she remembered the pocket watch she'd looted earlier. Hastily she took it from her pocket, fumbling with it until it was open and activated.
The spy fully expected to immediately be cloaked, but much to her dismay that wasn't the case. She stayed fully visible and it appeared that the watch didn't have any effect at all. She began to think that it had just been for show. As the rest of the RED and BLU members burst through the door she was still standing there, a dumbfounded look on her face.
For a few moments the lot of them surveyed the scene, horrified looks on their faces when they set eyes on the four dead bodies. Their eyes soon shifted to the spy and their expressions turned from surprise to anger and hatred.
"Ya killed 'em, didn't ya lass?" the RED demoman growled as he tried to stare her down. She said nothing, trying desperately to devise a plan of escape.
They didn't need the answer: Every one of them knew she'd been the one to murder their teammates. By now she was covered in the blood of her victims, completely giving her away. They merely wanted to give her a chance to say any last words.
"Well Zen comrades," the medic started, reaching into his lab coat and pulling out his ubersaw. It looked like the needle and blade hadn't been cleaned in some time, as blood was still caked on, a trophy to the medic of those he'd defeated. "Shall ve begin?"
They all nodded, advancing on her. It would be difficult for her to fight off seven people at once with a weapon, but with nothing to defend herself with it would be more or less impossible.
The sniper was the first to launch an attack, wanting to finish this himself. He blamed the whole ordeal on himself as he hadn't seen the signs, and wanted to take it upon himself to finally put things right.
Grunting slightly he charged at her, drawing his kukri from the sheath on his back as he ran. Before she could react the blade sliced her flesh, a fairly deep wound across her chest. She screamed in pain as the metal drew her blood, but much to her surprise all wasn't lost.
All at once, as soon as the sniper's blade left her body, she was shrouded in a cloak, hiding her from her enemies. Before her very eyes a figure appeared out of nowhere in exactly the spot she'd been standing, flying backward as if it had been the one who'd been hit. It appeared so flawlessly, this clone of her, that nobody thought otherwise.
Looking at the pocket watch she saw that her cloak was steadily draining, much faster than the other watches. Not used to her cloak draining so quickly she bolted for the door. Luckily it had been left open and she easily escaped. She made her way through the fortress and when she reached the set of small stairs the cloak wore off, emitting a most peculiar sound.
The cloak had lasted only eight seconds, but those precious seconds had saved her skin. Curious, she tried to activate the pocket watch again, but found that it had a lengthy recharge time.
Nervously she looked around to see what the status was. It seemed the entire gang was there with the dead bodies. Instantly she knew what she had to do: she had to get herself a weapon of some sort. Anything would do.
Stealthily she made her way to the main supply room, where she figured they'd have weapons ready for emergency use, slipping through the door without a sound. Only one person beside her was in there: the scout that had met with the soldier's shovel. He was awake now, though still slightly disoriented, and he looked up from his cot at the spy.
"Hey, what you doin' here?" he called out. He jumped from his cot, stumbling somewhat, and made for his baseball bat.
The spy knew that she had to do something about him, and quick. She picked up the first weapon she saw, a revolver, which sat on a nearby shelf. It was a weapon she felt very comfortable with, and next to her knife was her favourite.
She would have liked to use the tried and true method of backstabbing with the scout, make it a relatively quiet death, but knew that the chances of her lining up a shot like that against someone that speedy. The chances of her taking him down with the revolver were greater, but the downside was that it would make more noise, possibly giving her away.
But she had no other choice. The scout was ready to bash her head in and if she didn't at least try to defend herself, he would end up the victor.
With her steady hand she aimed, unloading all six shots at the baseball bat. She didn't bother aiming for the scout, knowing that he'd easily dodge the bullets. By aiming where he wanted to end up, however, she bettered her chances of a hit.
Sure enough his blood splattered across his bat as he reached for it, the bullets stopping his movement. One in his right leg and two in his left he crumpled to the floor just short of his goal. The other three shots had missed.
"You won't get away with what you've all done... not if I can help it. You ruined a perfectly good thing..." she mumbled, as she let the empty shells fall to the floor. Awkwardly (with only one hand) she reloaded the gun with ammunition that was sitting open on the shelf.
She didn't enjoy killing everyone here, but it had to be done if she wanted to exact revenge for the medic's death and wanted to get out of there alive. A sad look in her eyes she delivered just one more shot, this one lethal, to the scout, who was cowering on the floor waiting for what he knew would come.
::End of Chapter 4::
Whoa, the spy wants to exact her some revenge! Where will this end? You'll have to wait and see!
Man, I've gotten totally and utterly addicted to the fandom again. I think the last time it was this bad was when I made my scout costume back at Halloween. And you know what? I'm making more costumes. That's right, I'm getting started on my main goal of having all nine classes in my posession. So far I almost have the spy and sniper costumes done (and the scout of course), and I've started the medic by making a medipack. Things are going good... on top of that I've also been writing fanfictions, so yeah... lots of TF2 lol!
Anyway, not much else to say here. There will be a completely new arc coming soon, just one or two more chapters. It'll focus on new things and reveal more about how I figure the game might work if it was in real life, though it'll still focus on the spy. That's the one thing I'll tell you. So yeah... keep watch for the next chapter, which should come out next Saturday!