Mikhail made his way down the stairs of his base, heading into the usually unoccupied portion of the red team's base. It was a portion of the sewers that was only good for getting the team out to the body of water that sat between the two bases. But the team hardly ever fought in the water, unless it was absolutely necessary. They were more likely to run recklessly into the battle headfirst, risking everything.

Mikhail was thankful that it was clear then, seeing as he wanted to go into his little mission all alone. He didn't want any of his teammates knowing that he was going in to save Sascha, because he feared they could blow the whole thing. If he had a partner not only would he have to worry about himself, he'd also have to worry about the teammate tagging along with him, which could be dangerous.

Mikhail's burning rage for the situation was dangerous enough for anyone to come across, even for a teammate. He was just about ready to take a swing at the first person to cross him in this situation.

He held his mini-gun in his arms, trying to keep quiet so that he would be able to hear any nearby enemies. He ran up the stairs, after trudging through the murky water along the corridor, and entered the pipe dump into the water. He listened for where the opposing team was, and figured most of them were up on the bridge, or outside the ground floor of their base.

He rounded the corner of the pipeline, and saw across the pond was an enemy Soldier, who had not yet spotted Mikhail. He was too busy trying to see what was going on on top of the bridge. This gave Mikhail the time to jump into the water, and swim across to the man. He climbed into the open pipe of the blu base and stood before the Soldier, who jumped when he saw Mikhail.

He tried to call out to his team, but Mikhail pulled out his shotgun and shot the man in the chest, point blank. The man fell to the ground, and Mikhail stepped over his body, his mind set on getting Sascha back. He would not allow for them to do anything to Sascha, and god help them if they already did.

He ran down the pipe, but stopped when he heard the sounds of a Scout around the corner. He heard the young boy's annoying laughter, along with his cry of "Bonk!". Mikhail had to stop himself from snarling in hatred at the mere sound of the young boy. He started to spin the barrel of his mini-gun, and slowly made his way up to the corner.

The Scout heard the spinning gun, and hurried to get out of there. He'd have to be quick to make it out of there before Heavy caught him. He did not want to have to suffer through another beating by the hands of the red Heavy. The boy pushed a few buttons on the wall, triggering the secret door to open up. He ran in, and hurriedly pressed the keypad to make the door shut.

The door didn't shut quick enough, as Mikhail spotted it shutting behind the Scout when he rounded the corner. He stopped spinning his gun, and trudged over to the wall where the door had been. It now seemed like it was an innocuous wall, other than the fact that it gave a slightly different sound when tapped on.

Mikhail frowned, and pounded on the wall, wondering if it would break if he threw himself at it hard enough. He growled in frustration, and looked at the wall next to the secret door. It was covered in buttons and a keypad, and it seemed you needed to use a code to get into the secret room. Mikhail looked at it curiously, wondering if there was some way to crack the code.

As Mikhail looked at the keypad in frustration, he heard a scream come from beyond the door. Mikhail froze, feeling like the voice seemed familiar.

Sascha... What are they doing to you?

Mikhail growled low, knowing the scream had to have come from Sascha. It was too deep to be from the Scout, and from what Mikhail knew there was no one else in that room besides Sascha and the Scout. He could hear another scream from inside, which sent Mikhail into a frenzy.

"NO ONE TOUCHES SASCHA!" Mikhail roared, pulling his mini-gun to his chest. He threw himself into the door, using his gun like a battering ram, and broke it with ease. He continued down the hallway, trying to listen for a sign of Sascha.

His sign came in the form of an annoying young man's laughter, and another man's sobbing. The sobbing was Sascha's, something he had learned from the way the other man had cried the night before. It was deep, like the man's voice, but sounded almost like a child with the way the sobs came out. It was painful to hear, even more painful to see since the man curled up like a child when he was crying.

Mikhail vowed to never hear that sound ever again, unless it was sobs of joy.

Mikhail stopped in the hallway, seeing it split off in two directions.

God damn them for building this place like this. Why the hell do they need an area like this? Hat purpose could this place serve? Mikhail wondered, feeling like this place would be the perfect setting for a horror film.

He looked down the one hall, then down the other, and listened for the sounds that would give away Sascha's position. He heard a scream of agony, which seemed muffled by something. Mikhail knew it was Sascha, and hurried down the right hallway. He just had to get Sascha out of there before they got to do anything else to him.

Mikhail, you are so stupid. How could you let this happen to him? You were the one who vowed to protect him, and now look what happened. Mikhail mentally put himself down. He knew he had been lazy with his protection of Sascha, and he knew he probably should have taken Sascha with him when he searched for health. It made so much more sense to him now.

Mikhail walked down the hall, listening for another hint of where Sascha would be. He couldn't really hear anything at the moment, seeing as he was deafened with rage. He was having trouble seeing now too, considering he was going over every possible situation that could be happening to Sascha right then.

He tried to calm down to listen carefully, and heard muffled cries coming from the furthest room down. Mikhail moved as fast as he could to the door at the end of the hall, and grabbed the handle. It was no surprise that the door was locked, and it was even less surprising when the young man inside cried out in fear at the sound of the door being hit.

From inside, sounds of muffled crying could be heard, and they escalated to screams when Mikhail began pounding on the door.

"LET HIM GO!" Mikhail shouted from beyond the door. He pounded on the door with both of his fists, being as forceful as he could. He wanted to bust down the door like he had before, but this door was much tougher to break. Mikhail could feel the difference between this door and the one he busted down before. This metal was obviously built to resist being broken in.

The 19 year old inside felt a sense of relief when he realized that he was protected by the door, and chuckled in that annoying, nasally way. That alone would have been enough to send Mikhail into a frenzy, but the Scout had to take it one step further.

"Today ain't ya day, pancakes! Ey maybe you'd like ta reconsider my offer to take out Sasha for that nice steak dinner. Whad'ya think about that, doc?" The Scout said, taunting the man outside of the door. Sascha let out a cry for help, which was muffled by the gag that was placed over the man's mouth.

The Scout didn't know it, but he had just said the absolute worst thing to say at that moment.

Mikhail stared into the door, imagining the smug look on the Scout's face. He could just see the way the boy would snort and laugh at his words, like he had written comedy gold. Even worse was the way he could just imagine Sascha's face, as the Scout did something terrible to him. He saw the pain in Sascha's face, and the way he cried for help.

Mikhail covered his head with his hands, and shut his eyes. He wanted the images to go away, but all he could see was the pain in Sascha's face. He could hear Sascha's pained cries for help, and he felt Sascha's pain. It was all too much for him.

The Scout kept chuckling, and poked at Sascha with the end of his bat. "C'mon doc, say something. Or do I gotta use da bat again?" He asked, feigning concern. The Scout snorted with laughter, as Sascha cried out for Mikhail's help.

Mikhail clawed at his own head, wanting an easy solution to this predicament. How was he going to get Sascha out of that room, if he was unable to bust the door down?

The door may be unbreakable, but is it bullet proof? Mikhail wondered, looking at his mini-gun on the ground. He picked the heavy weapon, and spun the barrel to prepare it. He stared at the door, and made sure he had the best shot at the door.

"Last chance little Scout. Open this door or suffer the consequences." Mikhail called out, using a surprisingly calm voice for the situation. Granted, it was also a voice full of anger, but it was an angrily calm voice.

The Scout simply laughed from beyond the door, figuring there was no chance for Mikhail to enter the room. It was made of reinforced steel, and was specially made as a defense against heavies. Bullets alone couldn't knock the door down, nor could the man's body, so there was no chance for him getting in.

"Good luck pally. Dis door ain't gonna budge an inch, no matta how hard ya try ta get in." The Scout called out, pretty much begging Mikhail to try and break the door down.

That's what you think, stupid Scout.

Mikhail furrowed his brow, and held his gun up to aim at the side of the door. He fired a round of bullets into the door, not stopping until he had used up about three quarters of his ammo. It didn't take long for that to happen, and when he stopped firing the door seemed to be almost perfectly intact.

The Scout relaxed when the gunfire had ceased, and when he opened his eyes he noticed the door was still intact, save for a few dents and holes in the door. It was clearly not enough damage to break the door down, and it left Mikhail in a pretty tight situation with only a quarter of his ammunition left.

"Ey look at dat! I told ya it was impossible. Dis door ain't going nowhere, pancakes." The Scout called out, sounding almost surprised at the way the door held up. The boy laughed, feeling quite powerful in this situation.

Mikhail scowled and stared into the door, imagining the Scout's wretched, laughing face. Mikhail had to restrain himself from going absolutely ballistic at that moment.

"You find this funny, Scout?" Mikhail asked, holding his mini-gun to his chest. It was almost useless at this point for anything other than bludgeoning someone to death.

The Scout's response was another round of laughter, which made Mikhail growl like an animal ready to pounce. He did not like the way the nineteen year old handled this serious situation.

"You are bigger fool than I thought." Mikhail said, brushing his large hand against the barrel of his mini-gun.

Mikhail let out a fierce roar of anger, and charged at the door. He threw his entire body into the door, using the mni-gun as an added weight to help bust down the door. The door was thrown back into the Scout, who screamed in sheer terror when the door came hurdling towards him.

The boy stood there in wonderment, staring at the broken door. There was no way the man could have busted the door down, it was supposed to be built to survive any barrage of bullets and body mass that a heavy could produce. And yet here it was, now lying on the floor before the blue Scout.

The Scout looked up into the face of Mikhail, to see nothing but a scornful frown and glaring eyes. The man's face was full of a quiet rage, which quite frankly terrified the young boy. Mikhail held his mini-gun up, like a shield as a defense against anything the Scout could come up with.

The petrified Scout was frozen with fear. His legs were locked in place, and shaking as he watched the large Russian man turn his head to see Sascha. The man's expression changed from calm rage to shock when he noticed Sascha's condition.

Sascha was crying out in pain, and lying face down on all fours. His arms were taped together, and behind his back, while his feet were taped at the ankles. He was completely naked, save for his gloves and tie. His mouth was covered in the same tape that bound his hands and ankles.

"Sascha!" Mikhail cried out, causing the Scout to jump in fear. Mikhail rushed to Sascha's side, dropping his mini-gun to the floor. Mikhail went to touch Sascha's face and calm the man down. Sascha shivered at the touch, and rolled over to reveal to Mikhail various bruises and burns on his body. He was bruised up around his chest, and had burns running along the back of his thighs. He had a large bruise on his back, just above his buttocks.

He quickly removed the tape from Sascha's mouth, hoping that he didn't cause the man too much pain. He didn't really feel the sting from the tape, for he was dealing with a lot more pain in other areas. Mikhail gently touched Sascha's face, and made Sascha look him in the eyes. Sascha cried out in pain and embarrassment.

"Sascha, what did they do to you?" Mikhail asked gently, cupping Sascha's face in his hands. Sascha said nothing, but gave him a look that said everything.

Mikhail saw the desperation and pain in Sascha's eyes, and felt a tear roll down his cheek. He wiped away the tear, and stared intently at the floor. He picked up his fallen mini-gun, and rubbed off the little dirt that had gotten on it. He then looked up into the terrified face of the Scout, and growled low.

"You touched Sascha?" He asked, sounding surprisingly calm. The man's tone frightened the Scout even more. He gripped his scattergun tight, trying to find the strength to speak.

Why the hell did I listen to that damn Spy? I knew I shouldn't have done this. I just knew it. The Scout told himself.

"I... I didn't touch yer gun awright? I—I only did what da Spy told me to. None o' dis was my idea. I'm sorry man!" The Scout told him, backing up into the wall. Mikhail followed, and brandished his shotgun.

"If it was not your idea, why do you follow it?" Mikhail asked, giving the Scout a chance to plea for his life. The Scout gasped in fear, not knowing how to respond to the other man. He broke out into a nervous sweat, and swallowed the lump in his throat. Mikhail sighed.

"Silence as I expected. Your foolishness will cost you." Mikhail said, holding his shotgun up to the Scout's forehead. The Scout began to sweat, and tears rolled down the young boy's face. He was too young to be in a situation like this.

Mikhail smirked evilly, and pushed the barrel of his shotgun into the boy's forehead. He could feel the Scout quivering with fear, could practically smell the sweat pouring out of his body. It was an all too familiar smell to Mikhail, the scent of fear.

"Go on, cry. Beg for life just like you made Sascha." Mikhail whispered. The Scout was pleading with the man to spare him. He fell to his knees, and cried over how all he wanted to do was go home to his mother, never to return to the Blu team. Mikhail shook his head.

"You are spineless little boy. Is very pathetic." Mikhail said, grabbing the Scout by his neck. He lifted him into the air, and slammed him against the wall. His other hand held the shotgun up to the boy's forehead, still threatening to pull down the trigger if he needed to.

The Scout was sobbing at this point, pleading for his life. All he wanted to do was live to see one more match.

In the war that they fought, killing was almost forbidden. In fact, the rule was that once you've bludgeoned your enemy into submission, that was it. You were to let the other team find their fallen team mate, and then they were brought back to respawn.

But this was now beyond the control of respawn. In fact, this whole ward had to be out of the jurisdiction of the war between the two teams. This place was a torture chamber, and definitely wasn't commissioned by Blutarch or the Administrator.

Mikhail frowned at the Scout. "You were doomed the minute you laid hand on Sascha." He placed his index finger on the trigger of the shotgun, and watched all the color leave the Scout's face. Mikhail kept a solemn face, listening to the pleas of the Scout as he pulled the trigger down.

The blood splattered, and Mikhail let go of the boy's neck, letting his body slump to the floor. He looked on at the boy's lifeless corpse shaking his head at the Scout's actions that lead him to this. He then heard the gasping cries of Sascha, and was immediately brought back to reality. He quickly knelt down next to the battered Medic, and pulled him into his lap. He ripped the tape off of Sascha's wrists and legs. Once freed, Sascha flung his arms up to reach for Mikhail.

"Mikhail! Zhey... Zhey did terrible zhings to me. Ze Scout... He took his bat and-"

"Sascha, please do not tell me. The problem is solved, da? He is gone, your troubles they will leave." Mikhail said, stroking Sascha's hair gently.

"He raped me, Mikhail. Zhey used zheir veapons and zhey-"

Mikhail's eyes widened. "What do you mean 'they'? Their was more than little Scout?"

Sascha nodded, shutting his eyes in both pain and shame.

"It vas a Scout und a Pyro. Und zat Spy you must have taken care of."

Mikhail was stunned. He thought he had taken out everyone involved in this whole ordeal, and was nearly out of ammo. He wasn't sure if he could take out another guy, especially with the dead weight of his mini-gun and Sascha.

He felt the gentle grip of Sascha's hands on his shoulder, and remembered one key fact: Sascha was missing his clothes. He took a quick glance around the room, and couldn't find the doctor's clothes anywhere.

"Sascha, did you see what they did with your clothes?" Mikhail asked calmly, lifting Sascha's chin with his thumb. He had stopped crying, but he was still visibly upset. His eyes themselves told the entire tale of his ordeal. It pained Mikhail to look into them for too long.

"Nein, Mikhail, I did not see vhere zhey hid zem. Ze Pyro is ze one zhat had my clothes." Sascha said, shutting his eyes. He just wanted to go to sleep, and forget everything that had happened within the past half hour or so. Mikhail frowned, and looked down at his own clothes. He could give Sascha his shirt, but he felt a little self conscious about himself.

Instead, he removed the bullet belt from his shoulder, and unbuttoned his vest. He used it to cover Sascha, almost like a blanket. The vest was about two times Sascha's size, so it was long enough that it covered him, and was able to wrap around him.

"This will have to do, Sascha. We will get you new clothes when we go back to base." Mikhail said, throwing the bullet belt over his shoulder. He attached his mini-gun to a strap on his back, so he could safely carry Sascha out of the blu base. He gently picked up Sascha, carefully resting him on his empty shoulder.

"Sascha, hold on tight. We are going to get out of here." Mikhail said, making sure Sascha understood before he took out his shotgun. He took a quick look around the room for anything interesting, but found nothing.

He glanced at Sascha, who had his eyes shut tight and his arms around Mikhail's neck.

"Just get me out of here, Mikhail. I vant to go to sleep." Sascha said wearily, gripping Mikhail's neck for dear life. Mikhail simply nodded, and took a serious face. He was determined to get Sascha out of this hellhole.

He turned himself to look out the door. There was a clear path from this hallway to the next, and from the lack of sound in the area it seemed there was a clear path out of this torture chamber.

Mikhail gripped Sascha tight, and ran into the hallway. Well, really he lumbered into the hallway, but it was like running to Mikhail. He turned the corner into the next hallway, and ran the straight path towards the door the exited into the Blu sewers.

Don't worry Sascha... You are safe now.

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