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"We should start doing this on full moon lite nights, yeah?" Sniper turned his head toward Spy's
"What? Talking, we do zhat everyday."
"Well yeah thats easy, oi mean personal experiences in our lives."
"Hm... Alright, On every full moon we will share a personal experience in our lives."
"AWWAAAHH." Sniper yawned. "Spook oi'm going ta' bed. Oi'll see you tomorrow night."
"Bonne nuit, mon ami."
"Goodnight..."
The last words Spy ever heard from his friend again. A tear dared to drop from his cheek and onto his covers. The memory was too painful to think about, but he had to live with that memory since the accident. The images of his best friend, finding him dead on the floor. Waiting at the respawn to speak to his friend, but not getting the chance too. The sound of his voice was gone, the scent lost forever in his dreams, the conversations all stuck in the past. He missed the conversations between him and the creative jokes they shared. He wouldn't have that chance to see him again, except for the BLU Sniper. Just something about him made the RED Spy seem more intrigued with the man, BLU Spy was right. He couldn't kill him, they two Snipers were just too alike. It would feel like he was killing his old friend if he stuck with his original plan, so he changed it.
Coming out of his darkest thoughts his eyes drifted filling his stress with sleep.
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~{:Chapter 11: Escape}~
"Wake up! 'ere I brought you a little somezhing."
BLU Spy awoke from his sleep. The smell of bacon and eggs filled his nostrils, almost making him drool. His eyes fluttered open, getting a headache from the brightness of the room. Once adjusted, he propped himself up as best as he could with his bottom on the wooden floor and his back up against the the wooded walls. Still having his hands tied behind his back and feet tied in front of him.
"Smells divine. Now if you could just untie my hands, I can feed myself." Spy said giving out a smug smile.
"What kind of Spy do you take me for? I'm not a fool, you would just escape." RED Spy crouched down next to the BLU Spy.
"Fine..." Then BLU rolled his eyes in defeat.
RED gave out a grin, he picked up a piece of bacon with his leather glove sticking the slice of meat in front of the masked mans face. He leaned over taking a bite of the crunchy greasy food. His jaw opening and closing chewing it up into pieces and swallowing. His stomach growled begging for more of the food to be consumed. His mouth watered with flavor, his thoughts being melted with every taste bud on his tongue. BLU Spy cherished every bit of the delicious meal that was given to him. With a last bit of chewing and the last giant swallow he had finished his meal.
"Merci for the meal." The BLU Spy bowed his head down in respect.
The RED Spy just shook his head in annoyance. "Just stop complaining and I'll believe you."
"Well did you expect me to be happy being knocked out with zhat abomination you call an injection, held against my will, and not to mention be stuffed in a incredibly small closet to sleep in, without complaining once?" Spy said looking at his counterpart in irritation.
"I suppose not." RED shrugged getting ready to close the closet door.
"Before you go, what day is it?"
"Why should you care, mon enemmi?" he said looking back, sighing in annoyance.
"Just trying to create a conversation is all."
"Pourquoi?"
"Parce que, if I'm going to be stuck in a closet by myself, for a while, I don't want to start talking to collected dust in 'ere." Spy explained.
"Fine." RED Spy said rolling his eyes. He didn't have anything important to do for the day, so why not? He sat crisscross in front of the Spy having a conversation with him. "Et's Saturday."
"Oh a ceasefire."
"Oui..." They both sat in an awkward silence, both of them analyzing each other trying to get a read upon another, but there was nothing.
"So mon ami, have any plans today?"
"Not originally non, but I do want to visit zhe Snipeur toda... Oh merde." RED Spy did a face-palm realizing that again he had said too much. If he were being honest to himself, though, he shouldn't really care. He already knew BLU Spy had an idea of what was going on, so what other damage could he possibly inflict.
"hehe, so zhe bird has sung et's song." He said looking at his counterpart, he saw him sit in silence not even looking at him. "Look, you do know zhat eef anyone finds out you could be fired. Zhe rules are that you can't have a friendship on the opposing team."
"You zhink I don't know zhe risks!?" said RED Spy, his tone of voice strong and a tad intense.
"Zhe only question remains iz why challenge zhat risk."
"Too feel again..." he whispered to himself.
BLU Spy tried to read his lips but he couldn't quite get every word. "Desole, say zhat again."
It took the RED a while to even say a word, before answering the BLU, he thought of something and chuckled. With light red puffy eyes he looked over at the BLU Spy and spoke. "Have you ever felt empty inside, dead from losing something or someone zhat was precious to you?"
Instantly the Spy thought of the day during the war when he found his Sniper lying temporarily 'dead' on the floorboards, blood seeping into his shirt, how still he looked. "Why, may I ask." he said keeping a content face.
"Doesn't et hurt? To lose zhe dear object you've come to grow fond of and zhen when you lose et you feel an emptiness inside, but when you come across zhe exact replica you want to keep et. Because et reminds you of zhe past, zhe good times, and zhe acceptance." Spy said as he stared at the bottoms of his shoes.
"I'm afraid I couldn't tell you." replied the BLU
"I guess some of us are luckier zhan others." RED took out a cigarette before lighting it and leaving his counterpart alone once more.
In content he walked out the his room and into the hallway. He couldn't stop thinking of the conversation he had with the BLU Spy. Questions were being thought of, such as What was he going to do when the BLU Spy finally managed to escape? How long could he keep the secret? Would his risk kill him in the process?
"Hey! Watch it ya' stupid frenchie!"
Spy was taken out of his thoughts by the RED Scout rubbing his head. "Jeez, what's wrong with you?"
"Just thinking abou-"
"Nevermind, I actually don't care." Scout raised up his hand signaling that he didn't care, and he continued to walk away.
Ignoring what just happened Spy continued to walk out of the hallways and into the kitchen. There he heard voices coming from the room, telling by the accents it was his Engineer and Sniper. Opening the doors he made his way to the microwave to make himself a fresh mug of tea. The microwave hummed as Spy pressed the start button, then cut off when a beeping sound followed, he pulled out his hot mug of fresh tea while adding some sugar to the beverage. He smiled at his teammates and sat across from them at the table, where they usually eat dinner. Well, at least the other 7 did, Spy would always eat at his dorm, while the Sniper occasionally ate in his van. Engineers voice came down to a whisper, as well as Snipers, they eventually left the room leaving Spy to himself. He slouched in his seat frowning from the loneliness. He carefully got up from his seat and neatly put it back to its exact spot, he decided to see how the Medic was doing.
Taking long sips of his tea, he made his way over to the infirmary. He peeked his head through the doors and quickly shot his head back from the incoming chair being thrown at the door. "IM TOO BUSY! OUT SPY!"
He gave out a sigh and turned around walking back over to the hallway. Passing through he surpassed by his Demoman, Soldier, and Pyro all chatting it up.
"Gentlemen." Spy introduced.
"Wot do ya' bloody want SPAI!" said the Scottish angrily.
"Can't a fellow teammate talk with his friends." He replied back.
"FRIEND? YOU THINK A TRAITOR LIKE YOU DESERVES FRIENDS?! WELL THINK AGAIN YOU FRENCH CROUTON."
Pyro didn't even say anything, even though he wore a gas mask, Spy could tell he was giving him the death glare. That and the way he was flicking his lighter on and off gave away the emotions he felt about the Spy being there.
"AAHAHAHA! AYE'm gonna 'ave to agree with ya' on this one mate!" Demo replied to the Soldier.
All together the Demo, Pyro, and Soldier went off leaving the Spy to take in the hurt comments. His sadness quickly turned into anger. He drank his tea quickly and placed his mug in the kitchen sink, to later wash it. He needed to get out of the base, away from his 'team', away from his anger, away from the stress. He needed to go over to the BLU base and see the Sniper immediately.
The BLU Sniper had finished drinking his coffee and enjoyed the relaxing peace and quite of his van. He didn't mind ceasefires, he may not be getting paid on those kinds of days but sometimes his team needed the time for relaxation. He opened the window to his camper van breathing in the fresh morning air. Submerged in silence it was quickly taken away from the knock of the door. He groaned in irritation from the disturbance of his silence. He took a deep breath before opening the door, he face was expressed with confusion. He peeked his head out the door looking to his left and right, no one was there.
"Bloody mongrel, always pullin' pranks on me." Sniper went to take another sip from his drink.
"Good Morning Bushman." A BLU figure materialized in front of him.
Sniper jumped from where he was standing slightly spilling some of his coffee on his shirt. "SPOOK! Uh didn't see you there. Ah bloody hell." Sniper looked down at his shirt grabbing the paper towels from the counter of his mini kitchen rubbing the coffee stained spots.
"Non! Monsieur you're doing et all wrong." Spy grabbed the paper towels from the Aussi dabbing the stain dry.
"Uh... Thanks mate?"
"No problem, but now zhat coffee will stain your shirt."
"That's alright oi'll just have to put on anotha' one." The Sharpshooter put down his mug on the counter and lifted off his shirt. He searched through his drawers flinging his clothes everywhere tempting to find a decent looking shirt.
"You know maybe eff you organized your drawers you could actually find somezhing through zis filth." Spy said walking over to his friend.
"Filth?" Sniper said playfully acting offended, it caused the Spy to chuckled at him. "Wot you're looking at mate isn't filth, but a masterpiece! It took me 10 weeks to get it this perfect. This is a work of art." He stretched out both of his arms pointing to all of his camper.
"You call zhis art? If zhis is art to you I'm afraid you 'ave no sense of beauty." Spy said crossing his arms.
Sniper rolled his eyes, looked down finally finding a decent looking shirt. "Have any plans today, mon ami?" Spoke up Spy.
His BLU Sniper buddy replied "Uh not really, oi just planned on bein' alone and relax through todays ceasefire." while scratching the back of his neck.
"I see. Then I'll go, sorry to bother you." Almost out the door, Sniper paced himself over to where Spy was and stopped him.
"Hey wait, oi don't see the problem with you staying a bit... Oi mean if you don't mind that is, or if you aren't busy." Sniper looked at his teammate in the eyes waiting for a response, he saw it. The calmness and acceptance in his eyes, then a small smile, finally words. "I would love too."
"Alright then! Oi can pull out some cards if you want and we could play a couple of games." Sniper walked back over to the table, that was near his bed, and picked up the card deck lying in the corner. A smooth ruffling sound came from the deck as he fluently shuffled the cards. He placed the fresh deck in the middle of the table, sitting down in one of the chairs, Spy followed in his steps. Spy looked down at the cards and made an interesting facial expression.
"Wot is it?"
"I'm thinking is all."
"Mind oi ask whot." Sniper starting dealing out the cards.
"Would..." Spy stopped, thinking of what he wanted to tell the sharpshooter. "Would... You like to go somewhere."
Sniper spoke with his facial expressions. He cocked his eyebrow, stopped dealing the cards leaning back into the seat, crossing his arms. His body language could be read almost instantaneously.
"I know a stunning place that has the most lovely view to see tonights sunset." Spy said crossing his legs, sitting straight up moving his hands expressing the beauty of the location.
"Hm..." Sniper pursed his lips nodding his head up and down as if he was thinking about it. "How far away is it?"
Spy looked at his watch that gripped firmly around his wrist. "If we go now we can make it there before nightfall."
"Wot time is it now?" He scratched his stubby chin.
"9 a.m."
"Holy Dooley, how far is this place?"
"A 5 hour drive, but zhen zhe rest we 'ave to walk."
Sniper thought about it for a while, but then he thought I have nothing else better to do today, why not. He shrugged and got up from his seat "Sure, but oi get to drive." Sniper didn't like anyone driving his van but him, Spy respected that, the exact same problem his Sniper had.
Back at the RED base BLU Spy was left in the darkness, at least his stomach was full now. He finally had enough of everything and finally completely understood what the RED Spy was going through. It was a case of Jealousy and loneliness, an emotion that's hard to cure. Enough was enough though it was his time to escape. Squishing his body into himself he pushed his feet up making himself slightly jump. He quickly slid his hands under himself to where they were now in front of him. Guiding both of his hands to his feet he took off his right shoe pulling out a small knife, small enough to pick at the lock around his wrists. A few clicks and then a pop, he was free. He rubbed his irritated wrists, quickly to continue untying his feet.
He crouched by the closet door slowly turning the knob peeking out of the corner of the door. Once he saw that nobody was in sight he made his way into the middle of the room. Now standing, Spy looked around the room to find a window to his left. His hands pressed lightly around the window to find the lock, unlocking it he made his way out of the RED base. He guided his body carefully shuffling himself to where he could get on the roof to make his way safely down the base. On the ground he needed to decide where he was going. It's most likely the RED Spy is with Sniper in his van impersonating me. I'll check there first, but I'm going to need some weapons... I have a feeling the RED Spy won't go down without a fight. It wouldn't surprise me if they've came up with a new safe word, it's probably why the bushman hasn't figured out any of this out. Having his last thought he cloaked heading over to get back what's rightfully his.
To be continued...
Just a little heads up the next chapter or two will soon end with the story. Let there just be a warning of preparation that in the next chapter or so it's going to be kind of quick and fast pace. I do hope you enjoyed this chapter though! OK HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!