You know when you have a set chapter but then your brain goes 'sod that! Let's have another disturbance in the force!' XD Well, this is this chapter :D The plot bunnies just said hello and took me on a journey into the magical candy land...
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"Ach mein got…" The German trailed off, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. It wasn't a room they were in at all; it was an open training ground. In front of him were his team either burning, shooting or exploding blue and white circular targets. The area was devoid of greenery and the ground was hard and dusty. The sound of loud explosions and rockets firing filled the air, but Felix was in too much shock and awe to cover his ears. Both Patrice and Ben smirked at their friend's surprised expression.
"Isn't it bootiful!" Ben exclaimed loudly, startling Felix so he jumped high into the air causing disturbed dust to rise up and wisp around his ankles.
"Ya, it most certainly is." He said, turning to his American friend who patted his friend on the back.
"Au revoir." The Frenchman said in a smooth voice before disappearing swiftly, leaving the two friends alone.
The cocky one then turned and quickly ran toward a bunch of what coat hangers and benches, the type you would find in gym changing rooms. Every two meters there was a sign above the hangers that read a different name every time. Felix counted nine names: Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Demoman, Heavy, Engineer, Medic, Sniper, Spy. All of the benches and clothes hangers had something on them, except for the Medic space. Ben sprinted to the Scout bench and grabbed the familiar aluminium baseball bat that was propped up against the wooden bench, shouting a loud "Woo! Hoo!" as he zoomed a couple of circles around the confused German.
"Come on Felix, the Administrator is over there!" He called before stopping in front of his friend and extended a slim finger toward where a purple feminine figure stood amidst the chaos, expression one of boredom as she looked around the battlefield casually.
"Go on, Felix, she don't bite. Well…" The Bostonian said humorously, earning a small, quiet laugh from the German. Swallowing loudly, Felix smoothed down his grey sweater vest and straightened his red tie before making his way toward the woman in purple. He was stopped multiple times by the odd rocket flying past his head or the bullet missing his face by inches, causing his to duck and sprint until he was bent over double, the Administrator's lip curling up as he panted.
"You will need to improve your cardio vascular fitness if you are to remain here, boy." She scowled at him once he caught his breath. Felix bowed his head in shame, but the Administrator's expression softened just the tiniest bit.
"Don't worry, we'll work on that. Now," She said kindly before her voice turned strict again, "Take this and follow me."
A large metallic pistol was dropped into the German's shaking hands making them immediately drop to the ground under the heavy weight of the weapon. He stared, shocked that that woman had given him a weapon, but not just any weapon, a gun. One of the most powerful he knew of. Braking out of his trance that was fixated on the pistol, Felix managed to hold the gun in his hands, with some effort required, and hurried after the Administrator, who had her hands held behind her back and was walking across the pandemonium as though it was just a simple stroll in the park.
"Hurry up, boy!" She commanded, and Felix took in a deep breath closing his eyes and sprinting with all his might across the chaotic battlefield. He opened his eyes slowly, but they soon shot open when he realized he was hurtling for a wall. It was too late to put on the brakes now as he careered toward the great stretch of metal ahead, heart racing, sweat pouring from his hands. He had an expression of both shock and fear before closing his eyes and tensing his upper body, ready for impact….
But he didn't expect the wall to be so soft. And for it to hug him. Crying out, he squirmed against the soft object, only for the hands to hold him stronger, and for a rugged voice to say calmly, "Is OK, Felix, is me."
Felix stopped squirming when he realized it was Ivan, his Russian accent as strong as ever as he patted the nervous one's back with his large, bear-like hand.
"Oh, I am so sorry, Ivan, I thought you were the wall." Felix said, releasing himself from his friend's protective embrace and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand in embarrassment.
"Just be careful, mon ami, next time your gargantuan friend might not be there to save you." A smooth voice sounded in the German's right ear. Felix jumped only to see the Frenchman uncloak himself, hands held behind his back and chest puffed out arrogantly, a smirk on his face.
"I'm sorry, I will try next time-"
"No need to answer, Felix, he is too much of baby to listen." Ivan interrupted, eyes shining dangerously in the Frenchman's direction, a large paw draped over the German's shoulder protectively.
"Rest assured, I was merely kidding about." Patrice said with a snort, tapping his cigarette before letting it drop to the ground, shiny black shoe wiping the ashes into the dry soil. Ivan pushed the arrogant one's chest away before spitting on the ground in Patrice's direction.
"Do you mind, monsieur? " He said, voice rising in volume, wiping the his chest, smoothing out his red jacket.
"No, I don't. Is just that you don't kid. When you kid you always mean something else." Ivan said in an almost growling tone, lips pulled back slightly, exposing his fangs. The Frenchman saw the warning but daren't back down, hackles raised in response to this threat.
"And what about you? Cradling that stupid gun so much that everyone thinks it's hilarious! Even Scout has more of a chance with a real girl than you! And that's saying something!" Patrice spat venomously, a sly grin spreading across his face as Ivan's expression turned to a hurt one for the smallest of moments, before being replaced by the snarl again.
"How are you, you puny baby! I crush you with my fist!" Ivan boomed, an iron fist forming out of his gigantic hand, ready to charge at the Frenchman, who's expression changed to one of panic and he ducked the first punch before blending into the background again. Felix stepped back, away from his hulking mad friend, hand on chest, breathing deep, trying to calm himself down, afraid that he might suffer from a panic attack.
"Oi! What's goin' on down there!" Keith called from atop a small tower, sniper rifle propped up against his waist. Felix looked up but was too concentrated on calming himself down that he couldn't reply.
"Just breath, Felix, just breath."
"And keep breathing." That voice said by his ear again before his face was met with a sharp pain as Patrice uncloaked as fast as lightening and punched him in the face. The German fell crippled to the dusty floor, dust swirling around him as slowly his teammates noticed what was going on. Ivan almost bellowed as he got ready to charge again, only for a smaller figure to stand in his way.
"Wait a minute, ya dope, let Felix handle this!" Ben commanded, and Ivan stepped back. Felix stood up and observed that a small circle had been created: a fight ring.
"I'm so sorry, Patrice, it won't happen agai-"Felix didn't manage to finish his apology as his face was struck again. Falling to his knees, Felix picked himself up and ran for Ben.
"Ben, please stop this, I don't want to fight!" He said, panicked, only for his friend to shake his friend and pat his shoulder.
"Sorry, Felix, but if ya gonna survive here ya gotta learn how to fight. You have to." Ben looked at his friend dead in the eyes for a few seconds. He silently sent a message to Felix, a message of trust, that if things got serious, he would end it there and then. But Felix started to wonder what the Bostonian would consider serious. Just as soon as his vision focused, his shoulders were grabbed and he was thrown backwards by the Frenchman, who grinned with arrogance.
"We've barely even started and I think I've already one, comrade!" He snorted, nose raised up as he smirked down at the weaker one. Felix looked around at Ben, who merely shouted a "Sock it to him!", fists clenched as he nodded for Felix to carry on.
Swiftly getting to his feet, Felix blinked again as he say another clenched fist making it's way toward his face. However, his instinct made him dodge out the way, bringing up dust as he stopped at the edge of the circle. Patrice pounced at the German, fists at the ready, but it was met with air as Felix easily dodged it, ending up behind Patrice. Panicked, Felix pushed the Frenchman, sending him flying into the crowd, more specifically the fire suit clad teen, who cocked his head in surprise. Patrice jumped and pushed away, landing in on the hard ground.
"Go on, Felix! Do it!" Ben's voice could be heard faintly to Felix, the last two words echoing within his ear canal, sending signals to his brain as he bought his fists shakily up, but fell down again when Patrice kicked his legs. Squirming away, Felix stood up again facing Patrice, who's arrogant posture was regained.
"Is that all you got? If so then you should just give up now!" He say, although there wasn't so much gusto in his voice.
Felix blinked as Patrice made a sudden sprint for him. Ben's voice sounded again in his ear, as his eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched, body tensed up.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The cheering crowd, his breathing, the Frenchman sprinting toward him, balled fists drawn back, ready to punch.
Then everything came back into reality as his calculations were made and he stepped forward, delivering a hard punch to Patrice's throat, sending the Frenchman tumbling back, his body tense and shaking slightly as he lay gasping on the hard dusty ground. The whole circle of teenagers went silent, the only sound made was Patrice's gasping as Felix stood there, eyebrows furrowed, lips drawn back revealing glinting fangs as he slowly approached Patrice.
His foot was brought down on the Frenchman's chest, and Patrice grabbed it, trying to lift it off him.
"Let go! Mondieur!" He cried before biting down into Felix's leg. Felix cried out in pain as he lifted Patrice up by the neck and bought his face to his, so they were only a nose distance apart.
"Don't you ever do anything like that again do you hear me, schweinehund." He growled, voice silent, just barely audible to the Frenchman's ears.
"OK, OK, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me anymore!" Patrice cried, eyes fearful as he tried not to descend into blackness.
Felix continued to look at him, eyes showing no emotion as he drew his slightly red fist back, other hand keeping an iron grip on it's captive.
"S'il vous plait!" A cry for mercy sounded throughout the training ground as the German's fist stopped in its tracks. Felix's head shook before he blinked his eyes and looked up to see Patrice's pale face staring at him.
"Oh my!" Felix cried, releasing his grip, bringing his thin hand close to his chest and dropping the Frenchman, his limp body making a large thud as it hit the ground. Patrice's head quickly spun around and met Felix's before he got to his feet and took rushed steps back.
"I'm so sorry, Patrice, I didn't know what happened!" Felix pleaded with the Frenchman, who stepped back even more when the German approached him.
"Just stay away from me!" Patrice shouted in fear, eyes wide, before his hand reached under his coat. He plucked out a sharp butterfly knife which flicked open quickly.
"I'm warning you, stay back!"
"Don't you dare, Patrice!" Ben's voice suddenly shouted and both of then realized that they were still encircled by their teammates.
"What do you mean, you stupid boy! He tried to kill me!" Patrice's voice was very high pitched and panicky as swished is knife at Felix, who jumped back in fright.
"'Cos dummy, he hasn't even been recognized by the repsawn yet!" George's angry voice shouted at the French teen, who was still holding the knife in defence.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a slow clapping could be heard. The boys parted, forming a path for the Administrator to pass sleekly through, hips swinging elegantly, her sense of authority overwhelming. Felix couldn't help but say something he had commonly heard in his hometown.
"Oh sheisse."
