Yay for rushing!
Well, this chapter took awhile. Hopefully it will suffice in giving you some tasty back story. Enjoy!
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Avery didn't like being on defence.
More specifically; he didn't like being on Intel defence.
The difference being; one, you're doing something, the other, you're not.
The RED Scout had nothing against being on defence. He had to do it a couple of times; patrolling the base and making sure nobody got through to the Intel room. It was fun, especially since Vuur kept him company most of the time, chatting mindlessly with him as everyone else fought.
It didn't feel like it was a war. Most of the time no BLU's came into the RED base. They defended mostly. Not focused on obtaining the Intel.
When Avery had taken their Intel in the past, the BLU's didn't even seem bothered. Sure they chased him, but then they'd give up, shrug it off and walk back to their base.
The little part in Avery's brain controlling his curiosity was going crazy.
He didn't ask about it. Well, he meant to. But Avery had the habit of losing his trail of thought when talking with his team-mates.
At the moment though, with the Engineer talking about Sentry function for about the 5th time in an hour. Avery's trail of thought managed to quadruple in size, drive through Avery's brain, and bring other thoughts along for the ride.
The Scout stared up at the ceiling. He laid across the desk, the Intel sitting on his stomach, his hands gentle gripping it. When he heard the Engineer finish a sentence, Avery would grunt in reply, nod, or just shrug. He wasn't paying attention, the man could be confessing his undying love for the blond, but a bored Scout was an indifferent Scout.
Sitting up, Avery placed the Intel on the desk. He held his head in his hands, when something the Texan said finally penetrated the Scout lacklustre brain.
"-A course, he weren't always like that. He was crazy, but Jesus, I never thought he'd do it..."
Avery's head shot up. "What was dat?"
Malcolm laughed. "Thought that would get ya attention..."
The Scout paused before sliding off the desk and walking over to the Texan, "what was dat?" He repeated, this time letting a good amount of malice drip from his voice.
"Afraid I can't say. Had you been listening though, ya might have learnt a thing or two." The man didn't even flinch at the Scouts proximity, turning back to attending his Sentry.
Avery scowled, he knew when he'd been beaten. Sighing, he slowly backed away. When he hit the desk, he slid to the floor. Hugging his knees, he let his head sit on them.
At least an hour passed of Malcolm talking, Avery sitting, then walking, then sitting again. When the Scout opened his mouth to repeat his question, he was cut off.
"Nice scar."
Avery looked down to his arm, his sleeve had rolled up revealing the slightly pink line. He grabbed the sleeve and pulled it down roughly. "What's it to you?"
"Greg did that, didn't he?"
Attempting not to let the overwhelming surge of emotions cross his face, the Scout grunted. "Who's that?"
"Don't be a tough guy. Believe me, it don't suit ya." Malcolm wandered over to where Avery sat, sitting down himself. "We were on the same team, me and him. I know he does 'that-," he pointed to the now covered scar. "-to people he ain't allowed to kill."
Avery felt a million questions bubble within him, but just did an unintelligent nod as opposed to letting the gibberish that was threatening to come out of his mouth spew out.
"I used to be a BLU, one of the best. Ya see, the way this whole 'war' thing works is based on skill. They separate us into different ranks, going from 10 to 1. However, when you get to 1, if you can prove yourself, you get put into the 'Elites', the toughest 'sons-a-bitchs' you'll ever meet." He paused to see if Avery was still listening, when he was satisfied that he was, he continued.
"I was put in their because I can put my Sentries in place people can't look at without a bullet going between their eyes. A course, I wasn't the only guy on the team who was good. All of the team where the best in their field. But so were the other team."
"That's when I first meet him. Greg tended to keep to himself, never seemed to hurt a fly. All of the team berated him for his approach to fighting. I didn't though, I knew my place and knew better than to piss off a guy who could kill me in a heart beat."
"I wasn't wrong either. The next day, he killed 3 RED's ten minutes into the battle, stole the Intel and strolled back to base." The Engineer laughed, "all the team were speechless. I just remember going to him after ward and telling him 'I'm glad I'm on your side'." A scowl passed his features. "And then he had to fuck it all up."
Before Avery could ask the newly formed question sitting not so patiently on his lips; the Engineer stood suddenly. He held his hand to his ear, closing his eyes and focusing on something. "Wait here." He said to the Scout, before pulling his shotgun out and walking out of the room.
Every single reasonable sense the Scout had was telling him to follow the man. Make sure he didn't get hurt, but he couldn't. He was glued to the floor, the Engineers command ringing in his ears.
He listened, his ears staining, he thought he heard a mumble- a conversation, he thought it was his imagination paying up until he heard a yelp.
He was sure he heard it, he stood up. His legs, having gone asleep, were not helping with the brave look he was going for. He wobbled slowly to the hallway, lifting his bat from his back he waited a minute before ultimately rounding the corner.
A strange mix of relief and horror went though him and he rounded the corner. His relief came from seeing Grégoire.
His horror came from the body of a very dead Malcolm.
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I know I'm a horrible person... Not only from the death, but also for the cliffhanger.
Hope you liked it, and, as always. If you spot any typo's please tell me. :)
