Italics not Bolded and in the Middle of a Paragraph = Hallucinatory Vision
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Back at the Military Base:
The world seemed to crash down, and shatter in a billion pieces all around him. Vacuo? What in the hell was Vacuo? They were in the old good U S of A. America was so strong it would last through dimensions, right? It had to. These men were lying. These men were dishonest to the American way. FOR AMERICA!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" the red clad man took out a shovel and started to pound it on his helmet. The other two men and the various recruits looked at the obviously insane man in fear.
The blond detective spoke up. "Should we do anything?"
"Let him tire himself out first. Then we can figure out which part of his brain just broke right now." answered the sergeant.
They waited. The detective looked down at his watch. "You mind if I get a coffee right now?"
"No, go ahead. I think he'll be awhile."
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In the Stadium, Again:
The Scout leaned against some of the bleachers as the Sniper sat down next to him with a clip board and pen. Scout gave the biggest smug grin as a girl with slightly red highlighted blond hair glared at him.
"Hey girly, what have we learned? I always win!" she responded to the Scout with a visible growl. "Don't worry, if you order now, I'll throw in a second beating, absolutely free!" He cracked up and laughed at her.
"You do know this is why you have no friends, right?" commented the man in the aviators.
"Shut up, you damn camper. It's not like you're much betta."
"Really?" He smirked.
Scout flipped up a list using his left hand. "One: you throw your urine at people. That's just unsanitary."
"You throw mad milk. You're not much better."
"I changed the ingredients when I came back remember? Oh wait, you don't cause you still think I'm disposable. That's two: you treat everyone like a tissue- sneeze, blow, throw away."
"That's only with clones."
"Clones are still people too, numb-nuts. And three: you like killing a bit too much. You are a damn coward, and yet you act like a crazed gunman. You're dad was right."
Sniper stood to his full height and picked up the Scout by the collar of his shirt and wrenched him off the ground, the Scout wearing the biggest smile the entire way. "You don't have the right to talk about my dad. You didn't know him."
"You didn't either, Mr. Adopted-" Sniper threw him to the floor, and was about to stomp him when he felt a gaze upon him. There was a small, red-headed girl in a black and red dress staring at them, and Sniper stepped back, and gave the 'I'm watching you' gesture to Scout.
"Sorry. I might have gone a bit too far there." apologized the Scout as he sat down.
"No problems mate. You had some good points. I forgive you." Sniper got to work taking notes of the students fighting.
"You still suck."
"So do you, mate. So do you."
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Outside the Communications Room:
A man appeared out of a bolt of lightning on top of the deactivated teleporter. He looked around and saw dozens of people in separate skirmishes firing bullets at each other. People fighting to survive, some carrying off those who were injured, some simply lying dead in the snow. The trio of grunts he had left earlier were carrying the man from earlier out into the blizzard and the combatants on the attacker's side retreated back into the storm. He folded up the teleporter, took out a remote with a big red button, blew up his other buildings and walked away, into the snow.
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Back at the Military Base:
The man suddenly stopped hitting his helmet with his shovel. Sergeant Anglo stepped closer to the man, his aura slightly active, and was shot across the whole fifty meter length room into the wall. The pentagonal shovel wielding maniac charged at the other grunts who turned and started to try to pile on onto the man. He burst out from the pile and the military trainees flew everywhere. A hot coffee flew and scalded the Soldier's face. A blond man in a trench coat took out a rubber baton and tried to subdue the man. The Soldier kept screaming about this being a dream and how America is real. The Sergeant pulled himself from the wall, and pulled out a taser and shot the man. He fell to the floor jolting around on.
"I did not expect him to do that." said the police man.
"Solitary?" asked the military sergeant.
"Solitary. We need to find out what made this man snap in this fashion."
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In the Departing Transport Ship:
Garret was sitting next to a man nursing his bullet wound on his arm. Across from him a few others sitting, tired, depressed, annoyed. Apparently, they had lost the objective, and now all of their plans had been set back by a few weeks. Apparently. The fiery woman was yelling at her currently paralyzed subordinate about how he had failed her and now they had to figure out a new way to get into the communications tower, or something along those lines. It didn't really matter for him, it just meant that they might be in a spot of trouble when they got back to camp. Garret himself didn't find out much about the base they just assaulted, other than the fact that it had too many guards for a standard base. He did kill one of the guards however, and obtained his outfit. In a sense. His old friend was probably there and may have been the one who messed up the gray haired boy's legs. He gestured to the rat eared young man.
"Yeah, Garret right?"
"Yeah. You're Tom, right?"
"Yeah..."
"What happened back there? I mean, I know about the actual battlefield, but what happened to the intel you were supposed to find?"
"Sara, Jerry, and I got to the case, and some old guy in a hard hat kicked our butts six ways to Sunday. We even used our semblances, and he still got away. The dweeb tried to catch him, and was taken down in an instant. Then the man teleported away and we had to carry the idiot back here." The ship rocked as they left the ground.
"Dude, that sucks. I hope you don't get messed up by Dr. Frankenstein back at base."
"Oh, man don't remind me. It is going to suck so much. I got to wonder though, how he does that to himself. Just stitching pieces of other people into himself like it's an everyday thing."
"If I had to guess, moral numbness. He just might not care anymore." Garret looked out the window and saw a stocky figure through the snow, walking without purpose. Like a man who had met his dues and knows he should be dead and it's only a matter of time. "Is it just me, or does that man look familiar, Tom?"
Tom looked out the window just as the man on the ground passed from sight. "What man?"
"It doesn't matter. Just paranoia you know?"
Tom's eyes brightened as he smirked. "You've always been paranoid, haven't you. First with the red mist, then this."
"Yeah, sure. The red mist. Now that I think about it, it sounds almost like a super hero's name, doesn't it?"
"Honestly, yeah. I guess. Though there aren't heros in this world anymore."
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On the Roof of an Aging Castle:
A blond boy in cargo shorts, a white short sleeve shirt on top of a long sleeve dark green shirt, and cleats, scrambled on the shingles to find an entrance into the castle. "It would be easy," they said. "You only have to find out what it is doing, and give us its plans," they said. William would have said no, if the Schnee Dust Corporation hadn't offered so much Lien and dust for this job. With the amount they were paying him, he wouldn't have to work for a year on it. He checked his bag on how well it was strapped to his back. There it was. He leaped down the chimney, and used his cleats to slow himself down before he burnt up in the fire at the bottom. He took out a canteen, and poured it on the fire suffocating it. He crawled out from inside, and started running for the briefcase that was resting on the table. He grabbed the briefcase, opened his bag, and dropped it in, before he heard clapping behind him.
Pyro was not happy. This boy had put out the happiness emanating throughout it's haven of joy. The monster needed to be stopped before he spread unhappiness, or even worse, told people to shun it all together. That must never happen. And now he was stealing the doodles for his toys. Pyro needed to re-educate this young man, maybe make him into an old friend of his. Not like how the Doctor screwed up the old one, making it all about fighting, and removing all of the youth from it. Pyro clapped his hands, so little Timmy knew what to do. Its other friend, the small girl was sleeping, and Pyro shouldn't wake her up. Tim picked him up and they went to teach him how to be a good child. Or at least how to be funny.
William turned around and saw the beast from the news, the inferno of the swamp. If this thing could kill a Goliath by itself, then he himself would be small fry. Literally. He felt himself being lifted up, and looked down and saw a pair of metal hands were wrapped around his torso. There was a large metal version of the monster who stared at him. Both versions of the CEO walked forward.
"Hey… man? Look man, I was just hired to do this alright? I'll leave the bag here okay? He unstrapped the bag, and it fell to the floor." The two kept walking. "Okay then… What do you want?"
The CEO looked back at him, before it turned and pushed open a door to what looked like an operating room. The big robot turned William in its hands, before slamming him onto the table, then it locked its hands in place.
It was time to teach. First we had to get rid of all of that bad information that was clogging his poor little mind. Then we could make him friendly. Pyro looked to the suited man in the corner and asked, "What should we name him after we re-educate him?" The man nodded, and plugged in a chord into the outlet. He then walked behind a machine to do whatever he does when he isn't doing business with Pyro. It was time to help this poor boy.
William looked around and saw the CEO put little electrodes on both sides of his temple, then another two on the corners of his forehead.
"Please, stop. I am sorry." cried the boy.
Then it all went black.
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In the Bar:
It was late at night and Heavy had finally finished cleaning out the bloodstains, so the club was open again. He had to manage the bar tonight, only because the boss had to deal with some business. A small tri-colored woman in white, brown, and pink walked through like she owned the club and sat down at the bar. She raised an eyebrow at Heavy.
"What would you like, ma'am?" asked Heavy in a deep baritone voice.
She laid out a coupon for ice cream out on the table, then held up a phone that had typed on it, "Surprise me". He sighed and walked back to the freezer and pulled out a lemon Italian ice cream, took a small scoop, placed it into a cocktail glass, and poured two shot of vodka into it. The drink was placed gently in front of the girl, and a small spoon was placed upon the rim. She smiled as she took a spoonful of the drink. A red haired man walked out from the back, clapping his hands, while smiling at the two.
"Good job, Barkeep. You didn't get yourself kicked into next week. We could use people like you, those with a bit of common sense, rather than these other grunts around here." Heavy nodded behind his red glasses. "You don't talk a lot do you?" Heavy shook his head in reply. "Hey, Hei Xiong, you mind if we borrow this guy for our next hit? He is obviously a lot better than-"
"No," interrupted the Heavy, "Heavy is not a criminal anymore."
"Okay, no need to be all aggressive. Smell you later Junior!" yelled out the Ginger as he walked away. The small girl stayed, enjoying her drink, before she motioned for another. Another was served.
Heavy's boss walked up to him, and patted his surprisingly hard shoulder. "I haven't seen anyone not mess up on an order for Neo. Good work."
"No problem. Another, ma'am?"
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Late at Night, on a Roof:
Scout leaned back on the roof, and one of his supposed teammates crawled through the window and sat next to him. The boy had brown plate armor, light brown hair, and the most noticeable slanted eyes.
"What are you doing up here..."
"Dove," smiled the boy. "The name is Dove. it's a nice view up here, isn't it."
"Yeah… I guess so. I don't have a window where I sleep."
"You want to sleep in our dorm? I mean I will have to check with Cardin, but I think he'll be cool with it."
"That's nice of you. What made you decide to talk to me?"
"I didn't want to do my homework and the rest of the guys are bullying some girl."
"You didn't join them?"
"I was on the toilet man, business comes first."
"Ain't that right."
"So why are you an axillary student, instead of a legitimate one?"
"I am being blackmailed into this, into learning how to deal with people again. Can you believe that!"
"Really? So you're like, already a really good fighter?"
"Oh, yeah, you're looking at one of the best."
"What weapon?"
"Weapons, pally. Weapons."
Dove smirked. "Fine. Which weapons then?"
"Shotguns, pistols, cleavers, bats, and a cursed short sword."
"Cursed short sword?"
"It has a weird curse that says it can never miss a swing, so if I miss a swing, I hit myself."
"Thats got to suck."
"Not really. Besides, when it hit someone, it always makes them bleed."
"Can you help me train some day? I use a short sword also, and could honestly use the practice."
"Sure. On that note, how did you even get into this school?"
"I worked my ass off man. I wasn't good enough at fighting to get into a preparatory school so I had to train myself after my apprenticeship hours."
"Also had school on top of that?'
"Yep. Pain in my behind, and I hardly slept, but I got here. I might not have talent, but I still got here."
"So yeah, did you want to join the others in bullying that girl?"
"Not really. I don't really care, but it's mostly Cardin being racist. I just do it so I don't get beat up by Cardin. You have seen the height difference, right?"
"Yeah, it's like a good twenty or so centimeters at least."
"That also means he has that much more weight on me as well."
"Dude, just tell him to stop."
"it's not that easy, cause Russel is his long time friend, and Sky also is too scared."
"I get what you mean. Just get really good at something, so good that no one else can beat you."
"Uhh, I just am not that talented at anything. Everything I have ever achieved in life has been because I put the hours into it."
"Is that why you have such squinty eyes?"
"Honestly I just have slanted eyes, but yeah, somewhat."
"So still tired?"
"It becomes a state of life. It lets me know I am still alive."
"Well, I ought to go to bed. Talk later?"
"Sure." Dove then launched himself back into his room.
Scout then stood up, and walked back to his room. He popped open the lock, locked it from the inside, then flopped on the bed. He had taken a shower earlier. He groaned as he sat up, took a blue pill, and took out another shot, and administered it to himself. He put another bandage on the spot, and laid down. He took out the image of the lady in red again.
"Hi Ma."
He cried himself again that night.
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A/N: And that is honestly a good place to stop. Sorry about the update being a bit short, but I was having too much fun playing TF2 with chief of RAGE and GoldenSpartan86. Sorry RAGE but I really just wanted to post the chapter and couldn't wait, and sorry to you people for the grammar and spelling mistakes. If you guys are confused about anything, just ask, and comment on what you liked. Thanks for reading.