Chapter 8
"Hey doc, why don't you let us handle that? It looks like you're in some serious pain there," the engineer asked. This enemy doctor was clearly helping them, and he didn't want to put him through pain for doing so.
"No, no… that can't happen," the medic denied. It was true that he was going through some real intense pain, but he could pull through. For reasons he planned to keep to himself, solely he would use the medigun.
The demo man nodded. He wouldn't force the medic to do something that he didn't want to do, not when he was putting himself at risk to help them.
Soon it was clear that she was starting to regain strength, but it still wasn't enough to get her up on her own. They would have gone farther with the healing, but they were starting to hear voices coming from another part of the fortress; they were steadily growing closer.
"Zere, zat should make her ride a bit comfier… her internal wounds aren't exactly completely patched up yet, but it should be enough to get her to safety for further treatment," he told them, nodding to the demo man.
The one-eyed Scotsman nodded in return, removing the medic's hands from the healing device. Carefully he put the gun down on the ground, turning his attention to the spy. Immediately after the lever was put back into the off position the red beam dissipated, and the spy was left to deal with the pain on her own.
"I be takin' her ta safety, if that's awright with you," he said to the others. His method of getting her back to their base would be quicker. It would also be slightly dangerous, but he was skilled and confident that he could do it.
"OK, but you'd better not do anything stupid," the engineer told him, assuming that he'd try to do something risky.
With that the demo man moved to pick up his teammate. He felt her cringe in pain, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the last time. Though he wanted her to be comfy, it was time to let her suffer to get to safety. Smiling he asked her, "Ya all right, lad?"
She nodded weakly, urging him to get going. The voices were growing louder by the minute. IF they wanted to get back without further incident they'd have to head off as soon as they could.
Before they could get going, however, the RED assault appeared where the door had previously been before the demo man had blown it off its hinges. Heading them off was the BLU heavy and behind him stood the scout, pyro, and spy.
"You not leave here!" the heavy bellowed, as he lumbered forward slightly.
They would have liked to say goodbye to the helpful medic before fleeing, but sadly that was now out of the question; for them, it just wasn't in the cards.
Unable to stick around any longer the demo man lurched forward past the heavy, the spy clutched tightly in his arms in protection.
The heavy, unable to stop them before they escaped, spun up his minigun at the others. If he couldn't get those two, he'd destroy the rest of them as compensation.
However, in the time it took to spin up his gun, the BLU sniper had already gotten his rifle trained on the heavy's forehead. A nervous look crossed the beefy man's face; though nobody had seen it coming, they all knew what was in store for him now.
Sure enough he sniper quickly pulled the trigger. Being the slowest of the entire team, the heavy wasn't able to dodge the bullet, and in the blink of an eye he was laying on the ground, blood slowly seeping from the small but deadly hole in his head.
Though she was happy to know there was another girl out there, the RED pyro knew she had to try to prevent their escape. As the demo man and spy ran past her she pulled the trigger of her flamethrower, setting them aflame.
The two grunted in pain, but continued on nonetheless. If they were to stay behind they'd only be dooming themselves, and that was something they most certainly didn't want to do.
Wanting to get out of there as quickly as humanly possible the demo man fumbled with his sticky grenade launcher. His plan wasn't to fight them off, but instead to make a speedy getaway.
"Hang on, lad," he told the spy, as he placed two grenades on the edge of the sniper deck. With a look of fearlessness in his eye he took a running jump over them, detonating at the perfect opportunity.
The ground beneath him exploded in a magnificent show of red and yellow flames, propelling him through the air toward his base. He felt debris graze his body and a good-sized piece of wood became lodged in his side.
However, at that particular moment he didn't care; there was too much adrenaline running through his veins for him to feel much of anything. He might have been in unimaginable pain because of that, but if he didn't focus on landing they'd surely both fall to their deaths.
Luckily he made it, and although he was in very rough shape they'd made it to safety. Before doing anything else he rushed to the medical room – it took a little longer than he'd have liked since his legs were on the verge of breaking from the fall – to get them the start of some medical help.
The rest of the BLU team was officially left to fend for themselves. Just as the demo man had fled they hoped to do the same, but now that they knew what was going down the RED team didn't want to allow any other survivors.
"Hudda ha!" the pyro called out, a challenge to her opponents.
The BLU heavy walked forward slowly, wanting to create an opening for his comrades. The pyro didn't fail to light him on fire, but he made it past nonetheless. There he stood in the doorway to the sniper deck with the flames dancing around him, waiting for his team to follow.
"Come now, I hold them off," he told them, spinning up his minigun. He was in pain and could feel the relentless flames burning his skin, but he wouldn't allow himself to abandon his team; he'd fill the other team with holes if they tried anything, but they'd be getting out of there alive.
Desperately wanting to get out of there the sniper bolted ahead, ducking behind the heavy. His actions were quick and relatively unexpected, and he somehow managed to get by without getting flamed by the pyro. For that he was thankful.
The engineer, now the only one remaining, figured now was as good a time as any to high tail it out of there. The RED team, in an attempt to foil his plan of escape, spread out to block any remaining exits, which would make escape all the harder.
"You puny men will not hurt team!" the heavy yelled, pulling his minigun's trigger. All at once the room was showered in a wash of bullets. Most everyone on the RED team scattered, not wanting to die.
The engineer immediately ran for the heavy, wanting nothing more than to get back to his base and recuperate. It had been a hard battle to get the spy back, and he just wanted to put this all behind him.
Unfortunately for him, the pyro was still running about randomly. Every so often a stray bullet would pierce her suit, but she didn't let those flesh wounds stop her.
As the engineer ran she ducked behind him, chasing after him and using him as a flesh shield. Not wanting to hurt his teammate the heavy stopped firing, which was exactly what she wanted.
Grinning to herself beneath her mask the pryo set the engineer ablaze, this time keeping her flame trained on the target. He screamed in pain, swerving around the room to try to shake her off his tail.
Though he tried he couldn't escape her flame, and it wasn't long before he collapsed.
The pyro lifted her flamethrower above her head, yelling out a cry of victory. When all was said and done she was surprised that she hadn't been mowed down in her moment of pure vulnerability by the heavy's massive gun.
Seeing that there was nothing they could do for their fallen comrade they'd headed off, their hearts hanging low. They'd sacrificed so much to get the spy back. Without looking back they jumped from the sniper deck to the area below.
"Hey mate, you head on up ahead. I'll meet up with ya in a minute," the sniper told his tank of a friend, suddenly getting an idea. It would be a shame leaving with nothing but the spy after sacrificing so much.
With that in mind he made it his job to snatch the second of RED's briefcases.
The heavy nodded, not bothering to question his intentions. Continuing across the rickety bridge he left the sniper standing in front of the RED team's fortress.
"Right," the sniper said to himself, heading back inside as sneakily as he could.
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"That was too close," the demo man sighed, as he went about splinting his legs. He'd have to keep them as straight as possible until their new medic arrived, or the damage to his legs could be irreversible.
"Thank you all for doing that for me," the spy said absent-mindedly, trying to get comfy on her cot in the supply room. It felt weird, sleeping on a bed after being forced to sleep on the ground for the last few nights.
"When puny men get here?" the heavy asked gruffly. He wasn't helping the others and was instead standing guard in case they were attacked randomly in their time of weakness.
"I dun know, my lad. They should be here by now…" the demo man started, "They must be having complications or something."
The lot of them were starting to get worried; if a new medic didn't show up soon they'd be in deep trouble. They were completely vulnerable, and their stack of emergency medkits would only take them so far.
They were all doing their own thing when they heard a voice coming from outside. The voice sounded excited as it neared, and they knew almost immediately that it didn't belong to the enemy.
Just in case, however, the heavy called out, "Who there? Show self!"
"Aye, it's just me, mate!" the sniper responded. Looking through the open door of the supply room he said happily, "Good to see you two're safe! I have good news: I just snatched their second briefcase while they were unprepared!"
"Good on ya!" the demo man cheered.
"Sniper do good job!" the heavy congratulated, dropping his guard momentarily to give the man a bear hug.
The spy stayed silent, barely looking over at the group. She was happy to be safe again, but somehow it didn't quite feel like she'd imagined. Instead of being truly joyous and celebrating the victory, she was the complete opposite.
She knew why, too; she was worried about the medic. He'd knowingly abandoned his team to help her, and the consequences were never good when something like that happened.
"She going to be OK?" the sniper asked sadly. Getting the intelligence was something to be proud of, but seeing the spy like this immediately saddened him.
He didn't know what had happened to her while she'd been away at the RED base. Any number of things could have taken place, and the majority of them weren't thought to be decent in normal society. That medic was a good man, he was sure of it, but the same couldn't be said for the rest of his team.
He nodded to her, his mood growing damper yet when she didn't respond. He could only hope that she'd soon get back to normal.
"Hey, I'll go take this down to the intelligence room. Maybe once you two are feeling better and we have a few more mates to help us, we can start trying to figure out the plans…" he started, "We don't have their third briefcase, but these should get us somewhere."
The heavy and demo man nodded, thinking it best that they stash this top-secret information in a safe and well-kept place. As they left they resumed their previous business.
::End of chapter 8::
So it's been a little longer than usual for me to get this out here, and that's mostly because of exams coming up. I have them in about... 5 days, and I'm not thrilled. Took a mock exam in math and kind of failed... horribly! So mostly I'm either looking for a computer, avoiding my sister, or studying. Yeah... not much time for writing. I've written about a page in the last week... it makes me sad.
On the bright side, though, next semester should be REALLY easy. I have PE, English, and Socials... and that's all. I have a spare in the same block as most of my friends, so I get to hang out with people instead of spending a block alone every day. And that's kinda neat.
Now, on to the chapter! No more excuses!!
Here we see that even though they're in dire trouble, the medic still won't let himself not do anything. The rest of his team, however, isn't quite as forgiving. Stuff happens, yadda yadda yadda, and bada bing bada boom, here they are! Please forgive the random talk there... I honestly can't think of anything to put in here lol. I think it's prettu self=exlanitory myself.
Anyway, things go on. I still have a little bit to play out here, so please do stay tuned. There's still at least one twist coming up that can explain a game mechanic that never got transfered from TFC to TF2. I just hope I can write it out in a way that makes sense. I'm kind of leading up to it with every chapter, so yeah... I have most of this planned out now, and just have to sit down and write.
So, until next time, I hope you're all enjoying the story so far and I hope you'll join me for the next chapter. I should have chapter 9 out within the next week and a half, possibly a bit earlier or later. I also have a big presentation coming up at a leadership conference really early in February, so I'm busy preparing for that as well as dreading exams. ^__^
