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This Chapter is outdated and not apart of the new rewrite! Anyone reading this chapter after Chapter 1 will be very confused and lost, as they do not match with the new story rewrite! This Chapter and any proceeding will remain as they are until they are replaced with the new rewritten versions.

!Attention!

Hey everyone!

I don't know where to start…..

Perhapes an apology? K, will do…I AM SORRY! Sorry that it took nearly six months for this story to update. I am so sorry. I know saying sorry isn't going to cut it so I'll tell you why I didn't update in a long time.

One, end of year exams. In October, my college was begin to start their end-of-year exams and I needed to focus on that more than this (Sorry).

Second, family issues. It is a little personal so I won't get into too much detail about but it was pretty big that it put me off the story for a while.

Third…Rewrite! I feel like this story needs a rewrite and I started to make one. This story has too many plot holes and doesn't show off the correct personalities of the REDs much, they're too OOC. I was aiming to make the RED Team more fleshed out, since they're in an anime filled with emotion. Giving them feelings and showing a little bit of their canon back-story, I was hoping to make them more than a bunch of trigger-happy morons. But that is what they are so this new story will still be a TF2xSNK crossover except more planned out with a new plot and more TF2 comedy (Hopefully). I will still give the RED Team emotions due to the anime but they'll still be their usual selves. It will also be set in a new timeline starting at the year 845 (The first episode of SNK) and following the amine from there.

If you don't like this idea, post it in the reviews and I'll decide if I should continue with this story or focus on the new one. The first chapter for the new one might be out in a few weeks. I don't own TF2 or SNK; Team Fortress 2 belongs to steam, Valve and (Lord) Gabbin, and SNK belongs to Hajime Isayama. I hope you enjoy. Without further ague, let us begin…


Chapter 7: Heroes in RED


In the Year 845, two abnormal titans, The Armoured and the Colossal Titan appeared to humanity and breached the Wall Maria. Their actions left the remits of humans in Wall Maria country to be forced into the lands of Wall Rose, where civil unrest and humanity shattered and brought them on the brink of total destruction. Over thirty percent of the total population of the Walls were lost in that year followed by the operation to retake wall Maria.

In the year 850, the year that humanity was finally piecing itself back together again, the titan known as the Colossal Titan reappeared to humanity once again after the fall of Wall Maria five years ago and breached the wall once again; forcing the Southern city of Trost to be laid sieged by the titan onslaught. During the Colossal's attack, nine humans clad in red clothing that called themselves, the RED team also appeared to humanity. The RED team is a band of insane mercenaries consisting of the fast-mouthed Scout, the patriot Soldier, the flame lover Pyro, the drunken demo-expert Demoman, the bear wrestler Heavy, the super genies Engineer, the insane doctor Medic, the sharped eyed Sniper and the mysterious Spy; all of them wielding an assortment of advanced technological weaponry that the people who inhabit and idolise the Walls can only dream about.

The two survivors of the battle of Trost HQ, Cadets Armin Arlert and Jean Kirstein have peacefully and successfully contacted and formed an alliance with the RED team. Cadet Arlert sacrificed government information for exchange of healing sandwiches used by RED team's Heavy Weapons-Guy to bring his allies back to life. After the agreement, Arlert formed a plan with the help of the REDs to seal the breach in the wall and redeem Trost from the hands of the titans. The RED team, now currently under the guide of the RED member Spy, decided to follow Arlert's plan in sealing the hole.

Unknown to Cadets Arlert and Kirstein, the REDs plan on following Arlert's plan in order to gain the trust of the government and 'persuade' them in escorting them to a land beyond the Walls called Australia; which the said land has a rare element called Australium. A material they require in order to travel back home.

While the REDs' side of the plan is set in motion, Cadet Kirstein betrayed Arlert by informing the exchange Arlert made with the REDs to his commander in exchange for protection; which he was not granted.

Commander Kitts Woerman and Elite Garrison soldier Rico Brzenska saw the Cadets' alliance with the REDs a way to imprison them. With the help of the revived Garrison and Trainee soldiers, they plan of using Cadet Arlert as bait to lore the REDs into a trap.

Meanwhile, near the exit gate of Trost, a curtain demolitions expert is searching far and wide for his lost friend…


850, 1:41pm, Wall Rose, Trost, Market District


The market district; home to the food, drinks, bars, traders and buyers of Trost. It was a place to get fresh food for your family, a place to drown your troubles at the local tavern, a place to hang out or go on a date and the place for all citizens of Trost to connect and interact with each other.

That was it four hours ago, now the place of tranquillity and peace was wreaked and lifeless. Chunks of rocks, cement, concrete and people littered the floors and streets of the dark plaza. The stands that displayed the fresh food were smashed, the tavern was demolished and the streets were covered by giant skeletons that vaporised into the grey sky. A lone man with a black eye-patch was wondering the ghost plaza, shifting his head to any sound that echoed through the eerie place.

Demoman took another swig of his skrumpie as he continued his trek through the plaza, singing drunken chants and letting out loud burps as he went. Demo looked around another time, making sure to follow the bodies of the monsters called titans. An hour ago, he had begun his dangerous journey to hunt down his teammate Sniper and best friend Soldier, who both had ran off trying to kill each other. 'Th' bloody fools left a' good trail to track, eh' Demo smirked at the damage his friends caused on the titans. But the titan population was extraordinarily large; it was like they bred like rabbits…if they could breed.

Demo walked past the 50th titan corpse he found in the past hour. He had to be close on Soldier and Snipers trail; the skin on the corpses was just starting to peel off the bodies. Demoman walked around the ugly face of the titan, nearly wanting to blast the smug look off its face. "gha!" Demoman jumped in shock and surprise at the road in front of him; it was empty.

No craters, no debris, no bloodied bodies, no titan skeletons or corpses and no Soldier or Sniper. Demoman signed in frustration, how could he lose a couple of maniacs like Sniper and Soldier? Their calling card is blowing things up, shouting and smelling like piss! Demo looked around in earnest; did he miss them, did Soldier and Sniper back-track or did they… "Ah' bloody hell! I need a drink" Demo sighed in sadness for losing his friends' track.

Before he could get a single drop on his lips, the titan behind him exploded from the neck, with its head on a collision course with Demoman. Demo reacted quickly; pulling out his sword, the Eyeliner, his good eye busted into a vibrant bright green flame as he aimed at the flying head flying towards him. "AAGGG!" Demo roared as he gave a swift swipe of his sword.

The result split the head of the beast in two and caused it to smash into the neighbouring houses. Demo growled in anger as he lifted his head to view the person who dared to ambush him. Demo aimed the tip of his sword as the body of the titan, ready to slice of the head of the being who dared try to kill him with a monster's head. "Aaahhh….I love the smell of kicked ass in the morning" cheered the helmet man that was Soldier as he merged out of the titan's neck.

As he crawled out, his body was covered in blood and chucks of flesh with his own skin blistering and in the tone of a nice shade of sunburnt red. The blood and flesh that belonged to the titan he was hiding in on him started to evaporate in a manner of seconds, leaving him clean and prasine.

Demoman smiled brightly at the sight of his old friend. He holstered his sword back into its home, as he did his eye reverted back to its normal brown iris. "ho' Soldier, I finally found ya', ya' bloody spineless mope" Demoman smiled as he extended his hand to Soldier, offering to help him down from the neck.

Soldier gratefully took the hand and jumped down from the giant's wind-pipe "Thanks soldier, sorry about that. I was trying to ambush that stupid kangaroo lover!" Soldier explained his actions as to why he was hiding in a corpse.

"Sure, sure Soldier. Com' on, we need to get t' head-shooting Justus. Something happened t' the back-pocken' snake" Demo said to the helmet wielding man.

Demoman was about to activate his GHLMG and launch up into the sky when Soldier activated his iron grip on Demo's arm. "But I got a solid lead on that camper! His near the exit gate!" Soldier stated to the black Scotsman.

Demo face slapped himself in the name of Sniper's stupidity and idiocy about the general idea of an evacuation. Everyone in the city will be heading there to escape the hands of the titans; including the soldiers of the walls. They weren't too keen or happy seeing Demoman when he was asking them for Soldier and Sniper. He had to spend a few minutes defending himself from the soldiers' attack. They were screaming about some terrorists in red when Demo was blasting their limbs off. Demo then went on a limb and said that the soldiers were referring to his team, since they were the only ones wearing a red colour seme and being attacked left, right and centre by them.

Demo grumbled and was ready to shout into the sky, which made him grumbled even louder when he saw the grey clouded sky. 'Great! It's going to rain!'

"Listen Soldier! We need t' head back, we need ev-"

Demo was interrupted when Soldier grabbed his collar and smashed him into a nearby decaying titan body. Soldier then brought his helmet covered face to Demo's face, each scared the Scotsman deeply. Even though he couldn't see half of his face, Soldier's growling and showing of the teeth told Demoman to stop and listen if he wanted to walk again. "Listen Demo….I want to kill that camper for nearly giving me a new hindy! We don't need any stinking teammates to help us beat up that scared little sad excuse for a man! Now, I need your help Demo! If you help me…I'll owe you a hat" Soldier proposed to the scared Demo.

Demo put his hand on his chin and started to stroke his beard in thought. A hat would be nice; he hadn't had a wardrobe change in a while because he traded all his stuff to another fellow RED Demo for a legendary, ultra-rare, super hat! He's still waiting for that hat though. "Mmm…..make it a' Reggaelator then we'll head over" Demo agreed to Soldier's proposal.

Soldier smiled and dropped Demoman, who yelped as his butt landed on shattered glass. 'Ready or not Sniper! I'm ready to blast your ass to hell!' Soldier screamed in his head, ignoring the insults thrown back a curtain mad Scotsman.


850, 1:50pm, Wall Rose, Trost, Exit gate


Chaos

That was the word that was being used to the people trapped by the exit gate of Trost. The Exit gate was your gateway to the inner wall of Wall Rose, save from the titans currently laying siege to the once great Southern city. Everyone was screaming, crying and begging to each other for hope, safety and to live. Everyone were panicking at their current predicament; being trapped in a city filled with man eating creatures. It was only a matter of time before one of those said creatures stumbled upon them. The crowd of rowdy, fearful citizens of Trost were surrounding a giant white cart that was the reason they were trapped in this hell. Several people were trying to push the giant wagon through the exit gate but the cargo in the wagon was too big to fit in the small gate but the owner wasn't going to empty the cart of its precious cargo in front of everyone; to him, all of them were scum and he wasn't going to take the chance of any of said scum stealing his cargo.

A man was thrown back into the crowd of angry people by one of the hired mercenaries posted around the wagon, guarding its prised objects that dwell within it. "What the hell is wrong with you people?! I don't think you appreciate the situation here!" a man who thankfully caught the flying man shouted at the owner of the wagon.

The owner of the cart was a big, rich business man in a very expensive black suit. He was a man who looked at the age of thirty to forty with bold head with hair still on the side. The man stared daggers with his soulless dark brown eyes into the man's light brown ones. The merchant was about to retort to the civilian's bold exclaim, but was cut short when he felt a little droplet of water fled upon his cheek. He man light pressed his cheek for insurance and when he found it, his eye-brows narrowed in frustration. 'Crap, it's going to rain!' he growled in his head.

The merchant swiftly swiped the stray droplet off his cheek and focused his attention on the stray crowds' man than boldly committed on his opinion on the current manner. "Oh! I appreciate it just fine! In fact, if you want to make it out of here alive, stop whining and help!" The rich man gestured to his wagon stuck in the gate.

The crowd responded with an angered uproar and started to push and fight the mercenaries that were posted along the wagon, keeping the crowd away from their client's cargo. Out of a crowd came a man pushing a horrified garrison soldier out of the fry and into the fire. "You're a soldier! Do something!" the man pushing the said soldier yelled at the fearful soldier.

The soldier looked like he was about to faint as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead from the crowd roaring at him to aproned the merchant and let them through. He never had to do anything like this in his first year as a garrison soldier. "Um…um I-I'm not exactly sure" the soldier muttered to the crowd in defence of himself.

"Take your best shot little man" the rich man insulted the soldier as he marched over to the shocked soldier.

If the soldier wasn't going to shit himself then, he would now. "I'm the president of this towns merchant gild!" the rich man yelled not at the soldier, but to everyone in the crowd.

Everyone widened their eyes and fell silent; this man was Dimo Reeves; the richest man in the city was standing right in front of them. The one who funded and supplied the merchants and store owners with fresh food and money. The one man who prevented the southern city of Trost entering a financial hell hole. A man respected and praised like a hero by the town; both long time towns folk and refugees of Wall Maria. Now this said hero had turn his back from the people he sought to serve and protect from the hands of Wall Sina, and set them all up for an all-you-can-eat-buffet, fresh for the titans. Rumour has it he has important and dangerous people backing him and his company.

Reeves walk over to garrison soldier and proceeded to lecture him. "Who do you think pays for the food you and your buddies crap out?! Or maybe you have some finances tucked away in your pocket to pay for your so-called job!" Reeves yelled at the scared soldier, who was moments away from needing to change his pants.

Reeves backed up and out-stretched his hands to gesture to his prized wagon that held his merchandise and money. "Now shut up and push! This wagon is worth more than any of you lot make in your whole life! No one's getting out of here until the wagon is in front of us! There's a reward in it if you help!" Reeves roared at the silent crowd.

Even though a great deal of money and their lives were involved, no one in the crowd of terrified citizens would move to help the greedy man move his massive wagon. As Reeves kept yelling at everyone to help, a mother and daughter were hugging each other for love and support. The mother was on edge the whole time, they were supposed to be on the other side of the wall, safe from the titans, but they're stuck here thanks to the man who supposably gives them food. 'Food! You think mouldy bread and rotten vegetables are food!?' the mother screamed in her head.

She then calmed herself down; she had to; for her daughter. Her daughter was safe wrapped around her arms, calm as a soft summer breeze. She was glad for that, all the shouting and cries about the people around them dying would have scared her senseless. "STOP! PLEASE!"

The mother zipped her head to the owner of the panicked voice. A young man, around the age of twenty was being dragged off by Garrison soldier, over to the prisoner wagon. There were several carts full-to-the-brim of prisoners from the city, the daughter was looking at the sad people in the small, inhumane cages. "Mummy, why are they in there?" the daughter asked with slight curiosity.

The mother was hesitant to answer but she answered her daughter's question anyway. "I don't know dear"

That was a lie, she knew why they were in those inhumane cages; they were wearing red clothing. This was bull-shit; arresting innocent people because they picked the wrong piece of clothing on the wrong day. It was madness as the Garrison soldier pick people willy-nelly who had any red on them; either is be rashes on the skin, clothes or blood. That's why she had her jacket wrapped tightly around her daughter, hiding her favourite red vest she had on. In all honesty, she was scared by the news of human terrorists.

The thought of humans killing humans was terrifying and stupid; if they want to fight, they should join the Survey Corps and fight the titans, not each other. "Mummy, I'm scared" her daughter whispered to her mother, trying her best not to scare anyone else.

Her motherly instincts kicked in and she hugged her daughter, almost suffocating her to death. "Don't worry sweetheart! Daddy's going to use those big, large cannons to scare the titans off" she said softly to her beloved daughter.

She only hoped. She hoped her husband sent the message of their pearl to the Garrison HQ. She hoped the titans were too preoccupied with the soldiers. She hoped….the terrorists in red were a lie. "Mummy! Look! There!" her daughter shouted in shock and awe.

Her daughter pointed to the road behind them, the road that led back to the titan infested city. When she turned her head to look down the street, she saw a lone soldier, creepily standing though looking at them. That was when the miniature earth-quakes and the thunderous rhythm of feet bounding on the earth started. 'N-no'

Everyone in the crowd turned toward the main road, wondering what and where the thunderous stepped were coming from. Many people were denying what they thought they were hearing, a series of nos and it couldn't be rained through the crowd; rallying them up again. And then it came crushing into a building-

A giant fifth-teen meter titan.

This titan was running at its full speed toward the crowd of trapped humans. An unlucky Garrison soldier, idly standing on the street was stepped upon on by the wonky titan and launched into the sky, breaking the known laws of physics. It was like in the stories that the Recon Corps told and the books that the government supplied to the populaces. It was giant, almost as big as the buildings that surrounded all of the cobble streets. This titan wasn't like the slow normal titans, it was known as an abnormal. Its head shaking side-to-side like it was listening to a catchy tone with a creepy, wicked smile. Its hands shaking side-to-side at its hips as it sprinted towards the defenceless humans, ignoring three other humans on the ground near it. "God damn it! Push through! If you don't, that thing will kill us all!" Reeves ordered everyone in the crowd.

Everyone in the crowd wanting to live began to either push the wagon through the gate or try to climb over it as a means to scale the wall. Both actions earned no results as the cart stood in place and the wall face proved to smoot to climb. Many of the people present in the crowd gave up as the titan was mere metres before them. All was lost as to people in the crowd knew their efforts in surviving were futile and dwindling every stride the titan took.

The mother and daughter tightly embraced in each other's love and comfort, both knowing that their lives were about to end in the most gruesome way imaginable. "I-I…Love you" The mother said to her daughter as he cried her heart out.

The daughter was doing to same, she was about to respond with 'I love you too' but something caught her little eyes.

It was….beautiful!

Two giant, vibrant red flying lights were chasing down the titan! They were swirling together around the titan, like they were dancing with each other.

She wasn't the only one who noticed the powerful display of red dancing around the giant monster. Many of the people who were either pushing or scaling the cart had stopped and cheered for they had been saved by the Garrison. Everyone cheered as the red blurs were closing in on the titan. Two red blurs shot through the legs of the giant as the titan took notice of them and started to pick up the pace to the defenceless civilians. As the red blurs draw closer to the titan, an explosion could be heard and bright blue flames entering and challenging the vibrant red. Everyone widen in shock and awe; some thought the soldiers were wielding new 3DM gear while others thought their gear had exploded, resulting in scared screams. That wasn't the only thing to put the minds of the civilians in a state of curiosity; one of the red blurs seemed to spawn red objects that blinked their red colour. These objects were rounded with four spikes attached to it. They struck the legs of the titan and some of them jumped onto the road in front of the said beast. As the monster drew near the red-flashy objects on the road, a ruff, weird sounding accent echoed through the street. "KA….BOOM!"

As the person who said that finished, the street along with the titan's legs were blown to kingdom come and sent to another part of the city as the chunks of meat went flying. Titan, having lost both its legs but not its momentum, continued towards the crowd of defenceless humans with it skidding on his stomach; its organs following close behind. Before anyone could scream in fear, the other red blur spawn long, grey things that breathed fire from its behind, traveling right towards the titan's head. Just like it legs, the titan's wonky head was turned into a thick paste as it spired on the street and into the sky. Everyone cheered as the red blurs flew over them and danced together just above them. "They're beautiful! Aren't they mummy?" the daughter asked her mother.

"Y…oh my" the mother stuttered to say as she was trying to get over her heart attack.

She was happy! Her husband saved them all! They got the elites to save us! She was so happy! Her daughter was safe from the evil clutches of the titans! As their heroes stopped dancing through the sky, they landed just near the titan's corpse.

Then it went silent, only gasps and shock speeches of 'oh shits' run through the crowd. Standing there was the reason all the prisons in the cage wagon were there. Why the military were scared shitless.

The RED terrorists laid there gaze onto them all; a dangerous gaze that struck fear into the souls of many.

It seemed like a century of staring for both groups as they eyed each other. Finally, after several seconds, one of the crowd members shoved the same scared Garrison soldier that was supposed to stop Reeves into the gaze of the RED men. "Go on! Arrest th-"

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The civilian was interrupted when one of the terrorist in RED, a man whose vision was clearly blocked by the helmet he was wearing, ran straight at them, arms flailing like a mad man as he landed before them. The helmet wearing man's weird looking 3DM gear clacked hard against the man's hips, to the rhythmic beat on the man's each step. The RED man landed a strong, right hook into the jaw of the Garrison soldier; making a snapping sound and effectively knocking the poor man out. "CRAWL BACK TO HELL WHERE YOU BELONG!" The red terrorist screamed at the now unconscious Garrison soldier.

The red helmeted terrorist then processed to pick up the downed soldier by his hair and 'looked' him right in the face with a giant snarl that showed his giant teeth in a threatening way. "And don't worry…..I'LL SEND YOUR LEADER WITH YOU SOON ENOUGH!" the terrorist roared in fury and then proceed to throw the soldier's face into the ground, causing his nose to be crushed and disfigured beyond recognition.

He then jumped onto the soldier's back and let out a loud roar as he pounded his chest rapidly like a mad animal wanting attention or it won something. The civilian who push the soldier watched in shock and horror as the soldier who was purpose to be strong and protect them has now ended up on the cold floor; nose bleeding freely with his life essence. The helmet man, having finished his display of animalistic behaviour, forcefully took hold of the civilian's neck and holstered them up into the air; making the civilian and the rest of the crowd screaming in horror for what was about to be fallen upon them. "AGH! WHERE IS SNIPER!?" The mad helmet man screamed.

The civilian only screamed and cried in protest and mercy, which in turn the helmet man grunted and throw the civilian on the ground. The helmet man then pulled out a shovel, much to everyone's question and started shouting, "I know he's here! That little piss-smeller is going to get his butt wiped by me! We are you hiding him!?"

Everyone in the crowd stepped back from the mad shovel wielding red man in fear of their lives. "W-who the hell is Sniper?" a brave woman from the crowd questioned the red man.

"Who's Sniper? He's one of my teammates! Well, he was my teammate until that stupid Australian tried to face a real man who he couldn't run ten feet away from and shoot at! And that man was me!" the helmet man screamed at everyone.

"SOLDIER! STOP AH' BLOODY YAPING!" the same weird accent shouted from the other red terrorist.

The other red terrorist was…weird. He was a human by his form and voice but the man was coloured black, almost like he was painted in midnight black or burnt alive. He had an eyepatch covering his left eye and he had a black cap covering the top of his head. He wore high black boots with baggy grey pants and a black and red vest with six tube-like things attracted to either side of his chest. He had a different look in his eye, it almost looked like he was really pissed. "Soldier! Look at these sad whelps! They don't know who t' hell Sniper is! Right?" the black man in red asked the crowd of fearful people.

In response driven by fear, the crowd all nodded to the arguing red terrorists, fearing that if they didn't obey to them, they'll feel their wrath. A smile fell on the black man in red and a firm scowl on the helmet man. "See? Now you…hold on"

The black man stopped in mid-conversation with the helmet wielding red man and faced the crowd of fearful people, a questionable look on his face. The black man stood in front of the crowd and took a deep breath. "What t' hell are you lot doin' here on this side of t' wall?" the black man in red asked no one in particular in the crowd.

Everyone looked at each other, waiting for anyone to answer the question before the terrorists beat it out of them; some even shifted their head and point to the wagon blocking the gate. The black man and the helmet man followed the fingers and heads towards the stuck wagon, their minds slowly piecing the two together about their current predicament. "Zey are stuck here because of zat pompous wagon" a gloved hand pointed to none other than the wagon blocking everyone's path to safety.

What concluded the sentence from the owner of the gloved hand was a sudden amount of screams that shot through the crowd surrounding the gloved hand. As everyone near the gloved hand scattered like rats exposed to sun-light, it showed a familiar face to the black and helmet red terrorist men and the cause of the panicked screams in the crowd. Standing in the now distrusted spot was three new terrorists in red, not complete with red coloured 3D manoeuvre gear.

One of the REDs was a kid, maybe sixteen-to-seventeen years old, his right hand occupying a long, wooden stick with the engraving 'Sandman', laying restfully on against his right shoulder. On his belt he had a butcher's knife attached to it, stained in blood, unknown to the crowd either it belonged to an animal or human. He was casually walking through the crowd, his index finger on his left hand was 'scratching his brain' while his back was slouched back, his head zoomed back and forth, scanning the fear induced civilians while murmuring, "Ya! That's right! Bow down to your master! I own you!"

The other RED terrorist was a giant monster that could easy be mistaken as a titan. He was a giant, force to be reckon with; muscles that were as big as their own bodies, stood at a staggering height of two metres and had a face that if he scowled, he could make a manly man cry. His hands were covered by blue, metal gloves that hugged tightly around his giant hands. His posture was stiff and strict, using all of his muscles to hold the weird device on his back while shoving some of the fearful people too thick to get out of the brute's way.

Last but not least, the owner of the gloved hand. He wore a red suit that only the rich snobs in Wall Sina would wear all day and night, parading their looks and money to the lesser people. He also had a red mask that covered the majority of his head, only leaving his mouth and eyes expose to the world. He was in front of the three man group, almost like he was the leader of the group.

The black RED terrorist smiled brightly at the friendly faces. "Ah! Spy! You little back-pocken' snake! What happened to ya'?" the black RED terrorist asked the masked man.

The masked man gave a bright smile towards the black man as they cross the distance towards each other. The masked man let out a light chuckle as he patted the shoulder of the black man. The masked man was about to answer the question of the black RED terrorist, but the younger one of the group butted in on the conversation, earning a firm scowl from the masked man. "Demoman! Oh. My. Gosh. The adventure we had! Ohhoh man! Ok-ok to keep it short; it involved us, the darn army, our kickass weapons and a butt load of sandwiches and us kicking ass!" the young RED cheered as he fist bumped the air above him.

Some gasps of shock and surprise shot through the crowd, only three people took out the whole Garrison and Trainees posted in Trost! How and why were most of the questions being asked in the minds of the people, wondering to possibility of what happened? Were the soldiers drunk when the terrorists attack? Not likely that the current situation of terrorists and titans braking through the wall. Were they killed one by one? No, it would have taken all day to do so. That left one more likeability; they killed them with sheer power, which was very farfetched. "Wait, isn't that the same as all the adventures we have" the helmet terrorist asked his fellow comrades as he was trying to search of the answer.

"It is but we now fight in past, not in present" the giant spoke in a loud, booming deep voice that scared many a man and woman in the crowd; it even made the children and babies in the crowd cry.

"…..Oh" Soldier said as the realization started to settle in his psych.

"Ah', is tha why t' bloody soldiers kept tryin' to kill meh' every time I ask if theyh' seen Soldier or Sniper" the RED black man now known to the crowd as Demoman, final figured why he had been on the military's hit list.

"Hey! Sorry to interrupt your mother's meeting but I have a proposal of you all that I think you might like!" a voice screamed through the rowdy crowd.

All five RED terrorist looked towards a fat, well dress merchant, by the looks of things he owned the wagon blocking the gate; preventing the citizens of Trost reaching the safety of Trost's outer borders. 'So zis is ze problem Armin was talking about' Spy thought as he watched the man walk towards them but accompanied by several of his hired helpers.

The merchant group was only a few meters away from the REDs when the REDs pulled out their weapons, aimed directly at the merchant. The guards jumped in shock as the RED aimed their weird weapons at them but the merchant kept a cool tone about him, only a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. Soldier growled at the merchant, his blood boiling as he stared the man down "who the hell are you, you…..German scum" Soldier spat out the last words with all the haltered he could muster.

The merchant looked almost dumbstruck at Soldier's question. What was a German? Was it was swear word used where he was from? He didn't know nor did he care, he just answered his question anyway. "It's Reeves. So, is this the way you greet people you meet?" the merchant asked almost irritated to the REDs' brash actions.

"Yes" All the REDs said in unison.

Reeves' eyes snapped wide with the emotion of surprise flooding though them but then his black iris reverted back to normal and his face slapped back into his firm scowl. 'Of courses you do! Your terrorists for fuck's sake!' Reeves growled bitterly in his head, almost slipping the sentence out. That simple mistake could have ended his life if he wasn't as careful as he was known to be.

Reeves let out a low sign before slowly walking forward, only to be stopped by the REDs slowly pulling their triggers back. "Listen, I'll pay you dearly if you force these miserable wimps into pushing my wagon through the gate!" Reeves gestured to the crowd of fearful humans.

For a moment, the black and helmet REDs were deep in thought as they stood there with their guns still trained on the nervous Reeves. The masked man, the giant titan-like-brute and the skimpy kid were the only ones who were dead set on staring down the rich merchant, their minds alright made an agreement. After what seemed like an eternity, the black and helmet RED men signed and the black one spoke at Reeves in a threatening tone. "Move t' cart back, ah wee fat man!"

Everyone in the crowd widen their eyes in disbelief and shock. Were they sticking up for them? "Wh-what!?" Reeves stuttered out as he took several steps back, he too was drowning in disbelief and shock.

"You heard the Scotsman you fat slug! Move the cart back!" Soldier roared at stubborn merchant.

Reeves took to shock as his words sink into his head. After Reeves snapped back into his superior, he lowered his head, giving him a menacing shadow to going along with his menacing tone of voice. Reeves was head strong and willing to stand his ground against the RED menaces

"You! I offer you money, riches beyond your wildest dreams just to aim though little toys at these useless wimps and you just spit on-"

Reeves was never ready or prepared when the helmet wielding man smashed him right in the kisser with his shovel. Reeves's body went flying through the air, roughly landing on his back and what was his teeth falling onto him like the rain about to fall. It took a while for Reeves' body and mind to register what happened and when it did, Reeves let out a blood curdling cry as the pain in his head and jaw shot through him fast and hard, almost blacking him out. "Woo-hoo! Man, Soldier! Nice hit. Now that's a skull fracture for sure!" the young RED boy cheered the helmet man now known as Soldier, who ignored him as he walked towards the broken, crying Reeves.

Reeves could barely make out anything through his watery eyes and the blood pouring down from his head but when he could, he saw Soldier slowly walking towards him, with a look on his face stating he was not all too pleased with him. Reeves let out a scream and ran from his landing zone but he couldn't, everything in the world looked like it was on the sky and everything spun around and around and around. Reeves only made three feet before falling onto the ground in pain, more blood gushing out of his mouth and head. "Get hm!" Reeves roared the ordered out of his bloody, toothless mouth towards his hired help.

All of the hired help ran in front of their client and formed a human wall in order to protect him. Some of them were shaking in their boots while the others were down-right shitting their pants as they prepared to face off against the one RED man and his accomplices. There were eight of them against five of them; they had the floor with numbers but the REDs had the upper hand in weapons, strength and skills. Three brave helpers decided to run blindly at Soldier in hopes of taking him down. Soldier continued walking towards the foolish hired helpers with a cocky smirk laid upon his nearly visible face. He folded the head of his shovel into the handle of the said shovel, hearing the satisfying click signalling the shovel was ready to be stored. As Soldier placed his shovel on his belt with his left hand, his right was pulling his loveable, all manly American made weapon, the Beggar's Bazooka.

"You think this baby is a puny little children's toy! Ha! This little American baby was design to make little German boys like you crap their pants! THIS IS THE TRUE FACE AND JUSTICE OF AMERICA! " Soldier roared in pride as he loaded and aimed his favourite weapon at the hired help.

The three hired men stopped in their tracks with fear and horror flooding their systems, shutting them down mentally as the loud click of Soldier pulling trigger echoed through the stale, still air. Out of the giant nozzle of the overbearing weapon came three of the long, slim grey projectiles, the same ones that rendered the titan's head into a thick, messy paste. The three projectiles rapidly made their way to the small group of three, all of which said a silent pray to the Wall Goddesses for a painless death. One of the projectiles hit the small group of hired help, creating an eardrum crushing sound and a giant display of fire, rock and bloody gibes which rained down on the now screaming-in-pain-and-horror crowd.

The now five hired help swan dived onto the ground with Reeves as they narrowly dodged the two remaining projectiles intently aimed at them. The now aimless projectiles flow through the air at incredible speeds before striking the Wall. The explosion caused boulder sized rocks to rain down onto the ground, which narrowly but almost landed on the crowd surrounding them. The REDs minis Soldier gasp in shock and horror, fearing one of those boulders landed on the people. Lady luck was finally on their side and the side of the people as many who were close to the debris of the wall walked away from the wreckage unharmed. All REDs let out a sigh of relief and thanks before Scout started taking his shock out of Soldier. "Soldier, what the hell man!? They could have died man!"

"Listen son, you know this weapon has terrible accuracy so it's not my fault if these Nazis get killed by a bunch of rocks!" Soldier roared in anger at the young Scout, who in turn hid behind the Heavy Weapons Guy, who gave him a firm scowl in return. "Besides, why do you care if they die or not!?" Soldier asked.

"Because Heavy and little babies don't want to fight these people" Heavy answered the question causing a series of surprised faces to flood through the crowd.

'They don't want to fight us' was the main question zipping through everyone's head, wounding why terrorists don't want to fight them? Everyone was murmuring to each other in hush whispers, asking for the answers that no one knew.

"Why?"

Everyone froze, including Soldier as they watched a little girl walk out of the crowd and walk up to Heavy. The little girl who had an adult sized brown coat wrapped tightly around her, she had chestnut hair that reached towards her shoulders and hazel eyes that showed wonder and innocence, not the sort of little girl to be in a man-eating-monster filled city and witnessing three full grow men exploding in an epic display of blood and gore. Loud shifting and panting was heard as a woman barged through the crowd. As she made it through the endless crowd, the REDs had a good look at her, imminently knowing this was the mother of the little girl; the little girl was an exact carbon copy of her. "-where are yo- Dear God!" the woman screamed as she laid eyes on her little girl standing only centimetres away from the giant titan-like man.

The REDs watched carefully as the woman tried to reach her daughter, only to stumbled and fell as the residents of the crowd were clawing her away for her own safety. "God! No! Please-let go of me! Don't hurt her! Please!" the woman begged as her eyes flooded with emotional tears of sadness and worry.

Heavy looked at her with a heavy heart, full of pain, hurt and sadness. Seeing her cry over her daughter while being pulled back by the crowd sent memories for Heavy; painful memories.

Memories of his mother and his family

The pain

The worry

The sadness

The blood

'Mama' Heavy though in his thick, bold head.

How was she? Was she safe? How was his family? Were they alright? Were Yana, Bronislava and Zhanna catching bears alright? Was Zhanna still hunting down any man in a fifty mile radius?

All these questions with little to no answers made Heavy's anger and want to escape this place ever more higher than before. Normally he wouldn't be thinking too much about them when he was back in his home world, blasting big babies with his dear, gorgeous Sasha or punching the blood out of a that loud mouth Scout; both RED and BLU ones. Now that he was here, getting little action besides shooting mindless monsters and punching useless soldiers, which he was used to being forced to fight in Marasmus' petty games and defending Mann Co. from a bunch of cloned, robotic versions of himself and his team. Returning back to the land of the living, his body wet from the now bucketing rain that was falling on them. His senses focused on the screaming mother and her little child before him.

The crowd of scared and fearful civilians were still holding her a bay, some narrowly avoiding the kicks and elbow blows she was performing in order to make her escape towards her daughter. The mother now changed her pleads of her pegging Heavy to not harm her daughter into threats of death and curses. Heavy knew she had given up and was now forced to use empty threats in order to stop whatever thing she thought Heavy was going to do to the little girl. He should know because he performed one thirty some years ago.

Heavy looked down at the girl before him, she watched as her mother cried and the people yelling at her to move towards them but she remained as she stand, side on from Heavy; torn as to which way she should go. Heavy, having enough of the mother's cries, the people's screams and making enemies, decided to put an end to their fear for him and his group,

As the mother and the crowd were watching in fear and horror as Heavy knelt down towards the little girl, his face hard and unreadable. The little girl pulled her attention away from her mother and towards the giant man.

The giant man was scaring up close and his face looked like one of those mean farmers or refugees that come into town and insult their family because on her daddy's job. The little girl was scared as she faced the giant but she was sticking to her knowledge that this giant man was with those others that saved her, showed everyone the pretty colours and hit the mean, fat man on the head, so he must be a good guy. Little did she know that the REDs also killed three people but her mother was there to shield her eyes from the display of guts and gore. The girl tried her best to smile but it was hard trying to smile at an angry looking person. The said giant man notice her failed attempt at smile and signed and processed to move his hand and reach into the depths of his back pockets.

Fearing the worst, the mother screamed for her child to run away while some brave men and women from the crowd jumped into the fry in order to save the child from whatever death the RED giant was plan on giving her. Twelve so men and women were mere metres away from the giant and little girl when they were forced to stop by a giant, heavily damaged sword drawn across their necks. The sword was at least 2 metres in height and 6 inches in width with bits of it chipped off or scared along the edges. The blade shined brightly by the bright limited rays of the sun that the dark, rain filled clouds above were slowly leaking in. The men and women were shaking in their boots in fright as they scanned the blade and its wielder. It wasn't the blade that was scaring them but the black RED man called Demoman, who's only eye left was engulfed in a bight fire in a green hue colour, his face showed a cocky 'eat shit' grin as he eyed the blade mere inches into the neck of his potential victims. The Eyelander chanting and singing in his head to move the blade in for the kill but Demoman was a strong one to deny the urge of the Eyelander's thirst for blood. All Demoman was doing was keeping the crowd at bay from disturbing his view on watching Heavy's parenting skill at work.

The little girl was curious as the giant man finished scrounging through his pockets and pulled at a long, red cylinder object and held it high above her head. His giant thumb moved along the cylinder object and over a small, red button attached to the base of the object. With a firm push, a 'click' was heard from the object along with several gasps and screams from the crowd. Many beings in the crowd closed their eyes as they don't want to witness what acted of cruelty that was being demonstrated on the little girl. When some brave people opened their eyes, many let out a gasp of surprise at the scene before them.

The little girl widen her eyes in surprise and awe, the cylinder object expanded within a millisecond and formed a giant, plastic shield that protected her from the harsh, wet rain. The people in the crowd known the device was called an umbrella and it was only common in Wall Sina because only the rich snobs can afford the luxury of having a walkable roof to protect themselves from getting wet. The little girl smiled at seeing a luxury item being used on her, she even wondered if the giant man was rich to afford such an expensive piece of equipment. "Here" the giant's raspy, crooked voice said as he handed her the handle for the umbrella.

The little girl was hesitant at first but processed to do so as her small, nibble hands grabbing onto the handle with ease. After she grabbed hold of the handle, she looked up towards the smiling face of the giant man, his ruff and fear driven face deteriorated into a soft, lovable face. He placed one of his giant, metal coved hands onto her small shoulder ….well; his thumb and index finger were on her shoulder as he spoke. "We do not want to fight you-" he raised his whole body off the floor, the rain falling off of him elegantly as he faced everyone around him, civilian and soldier alike as he continued his talk "- We do not want to fight all of you… all we want to do is help little frail babies"

After his sentence, a frenzy of questions flooded all throughout the crowd "Wait! What do you mean, 'want to do is help little frail babies?' You mean us" a man yelled from the dense crowd.

What the military told them was that these people will kill them if they made any contact with them. Was it all a lie or a misunderstanding? "It means what it means pal. We're here to help to get over the damn wall, plain and simple" Scout responded in a dull tone to the man's question.

Scout and the rest of the REDs weren't about to play the 'Good Samaritan' to these people, not now or not ever but it was a part of Spy's plan to do so; so they needed to play along in order for it to work. More questions were thrown that the REDs at rapid pace but Heavy chose to ignore them all and focused on the little girl before him. She smiled at the giant bear-like being as he kneed down in front of her and spoke to her in a firm voice and pointed to her distorted mother on the cold, wet floor. "Go to your mama now little one"

Without feather hesitation, the little girl ran with her new umbrella at hand towards her mother. As the child ran into her mother at full sprint and into a tight hug performed between the two. Heavy watched with a swill heart, bring peaceful, happy memories of his family. Heavy was unfortunately brought out of his happy thoughts by his masked accomplice Spy, who placed his hand upon heavy's shoulder and spoke to him in a cheerful tone. "Good work my dear friend. Zat zis rate, we will have ze trust of ze people in no time. Zink about it; if ze civilians admire us, zen ze government will in no time trust us as well. Then you can see your family again"

Heavy's smile grow wider at Spy's last remark, knowing when Spy was right, he was right. But it still felt wrong to play them like this.

Spy also had a large grin of his own as he watched Soldier scream at Reeves to move the wagon with the aid of Demoman, who was enforcing the new rule put on Soldier that was 'not to brake no more than seventeen bones while asking someone to do something'.

Finally, after fighting naked giants and battling stupid kid solders non-stop all day, things were looking grand for the RED team

That was the general idea before panicked screams irrupted from behind the REDs. The frenzy of crowd members broke away from the rear end of the mass of humans to revel twenty Garrison soldiers armed with state-of-the-line Military Police muskets; all aimed and ready to fire at the stunned REDs. "Oh me baiser" Spy moaned in his native tongue.

"FIRE!"


I love finishing my chapters off with a cliff hanger!

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