A.N.: Hopefully, this chapter will be better than the last!
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Disclaimer: What if I came up with a rhyme for a disclaimer? I don't own TF2, I cannot make a claim, I wish I did though, because I'm really lame?
The battle was going well so far.
Maybe because the Soldiers were working together for once, or maybe it was because of the new weapons the Engineer gave us.
It was probably both.
I ducked my head just in time to miss a flying, stray bullet from a robotic Heavy's gun. If the respawn was still up, I wouldn't make such a big deal about it, but since it wasn't, I took this moment to fire out every cuss word that I knew.
Several deep breaths later, I peeked my head over the railing I was hiding behind. I searched the battlefield with my scope, looking for the RED Scout.
"Thank God…" I mumbled out when I see him and the BLU Medic resting over at the side. We'd been fighting off the robots for about an hour and a half now, and it was exhausting to say the least. Thankfully, the worst injury we've had was the RED Engineer getting blasted halfway across the battlefield by a "sentry buster". One of the Medic's were able to get to him before he could bleed out through the massive hole in his stomach. It was beyond scary to watch, but he was back out on the field in no time, using his new "Wrangler" to direct his sentry's bullets wherever he wanted them to go.
I take out several Snipers, seeing as they were the most threatening to my teammates. If you stop moving for at least five seconds, you know you're a goner. Earlier, I was busy reloading and not paying attention to what I was doing when a Sniper got me in the shoulder. I fell over the railing, breaking my femur bone when I landed awkwardly on a rock. Throwing my hands over my mouth, I screeched in agonizing pain, watching as the BLU Sniper nearly left his post to come after me, but he thought better of it. I was glad that he didn't come over, because when you reveal your position as a Sniper, everyone comes after you. The Medic came over, set my bone in the right position, then healed me. With a pat on the back, he was gone.
A smirk crept upon my features when I saw a Soldier rocket jump on top of a robotic Engineer, flattening it to a sheet of metal. With the new "Black Box" rocket launchers they received from Miss Pauling and Engie, the Soldiers were able to survive the fall damage from how high they were flying through the air.
I watched the Demomen through my scope. They were easy to pick out of the large crowd because of their "Bootlegger" outfits they received from the Engineer. The RED Demoman was setting up some sticky bombs when I saw a Spy materialize behind him. Before he could be stabbed, I shot the Spy with my dart gun. The Demo turned around in surprise, watching the Spy twitch spastically before coming to a complete stop. Demo turned to me saluting me with a wicked smile on his face, but that changed completely when his head exploded, a red mist squirting out from where his head once was.
"OH MY GOD!" I watched as his body collapsed in a crumpled heap, his pirate hat landing in a pool of blood. I frantically searched the back lines, looking for the Sniper that ended his life with anger, but it was nowhere to be found! This freaked me out to the extreme. I don't think I'll ever be able to get that image out of my head… In a matter of seconds, our drunken, Scottish cyclops was dead.
Our Medic was running after the Demoman, screaming in German as he tried to heal him with his Medigun. The doctor seemed to be having a breakdown as he clutched his head in his gloved hands. He was probably beating himself up over not taking care of the Scotsman.
"GET AWAY FROM THERE!" I shouted with all my might. I glanced around the line of robots, desperately searching for the Sniper.
There it is! It was a female model, the shortest out of the entire group, she was aiming her Springfield at the Medic. I fired.
I watched as she fell, making me flinch at the thought of killing something that looked just like me.
"MEDIC!" Our Heavy's voice cried out, he was firing rapidly at the robots, an angry look plastered across his face. I shifted my scope to the dead body of the RED Medic… I was too late.
"Fuck...Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I slammed my fist against the floor, tears flooding in my eyes. "C'mon Avery, your teammates need you." I encouraged myself. I glanced over at Mundy...he looked just as horrified as I was, but he soon reverted back to his original emotionless façade, reloading and firing his gun like a madman.
I took down several Scouts and Soldiers, switching my post multiple times when a robot caught sight of me. With one less Medic, the BLU doctor looked flustered as he tried to heal as many men as possible. I noticed a BLU Pyro was laying in the middle of it all, a deep gash on the back of his suit. I was tempted to go and help him, but then decided against it. I decided to protect him from enemies that attempted to ambush him as he tried to get up.
Meanwhile, I saw the RED Spy run up the steps, passing me with nothing but a glance. He ran over to the other Sniper, saying something that I couldn't hear from my place. Nodding his head, Mundy stood from his crouched position, following after the Spy. I felt him brush against me lightly. I was kind of hoping that was his way of saying "Be careful, mate", but then again, this is a really narrow hallway.
The Spy and him disappear down the stairs, leaving me alone to focus on protecting the Pyro. When I saw that the numbers of the robots were now beginning to diminish, I take a quick look around the battlefield.
I began to sigh in relief, but stopped when I finished scanning the area.
I couldn't find our Scout.
I returned my scope back to the Pyro, happy to see that the Spy and Mundy were helping him off the battlefield. I searched for several minutes, killing many robots with my Sydney Sleeper while I looked. I eventually found him, hiding behind a wooden crate as several Scout bots passed him.
Suddenly, the air turned cold as a chill ran up my spine. It was familiar feeling, one that was unmistakable. Grabbing my bushwacka from my back, I spun around and swung my weapon wildly, coming in contact with a male, robot Spy. Severing its head, I tossed its limp body over the ledge, before deciding to switch posts.
As I ran down the stairs, I felt a large club beat against the back of my head, knocking me unconscious.
I awoke with a jerk. It was pitch-black. Drowsy and confused, I forgot for a minute what I'd been doing. Everything flooded back to me in a rush as I thought about the robots outside. Was everyone ok? Was I being held captive? Where are my teammates?
Demoman and Medic...
Suddenly, a cloth was pulled away from my face. Squinting into the bright light, I recognized that I was in the old attic at the top of our base. The faint sounds of gunshots and explosions echoed outside. How long had we been fighting?
I tugged at my restraints, pulling roughly, but I eventually had to stop when they began to cut off my circulation. An eerie chuckle floated in the air, making my eyes widen.
"Long time no zee, mon ami." She whispered into my ear. I turned my head sharply, finding a not-so-clean Spy gliding around me. "Doezn't zis just bring back memories?"
Her long curtain of dark hair no longer carried a shine, being singed from a Pyro's flamethrower. Her pale and thin arms were decorated with bruises and third-degree burns, and her eyes looked crazed. I glanced to the far corner of the room, finding the RED Spy with his arms crossed gingerly around his torso. I noticed he was carrying something in one of his hands…
It was my hat!
"What the hell is going on?! We don't have time for this now! If anything you should have kidnapped me after the battle!" I tugged at my wrist restraints once more, crying out in pain as they drove deeper into my skin.
"You bitch, zis is all your fault!" The BLU Spy shouted with anger. My face stung as she smacked me with her white glove. My head drooped downwards, but she grabbed my blond hair and yanked me back up, most likely tearing out several strands. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!
I spat in her face, giving her the meanest look I could muster. Her nostrils flared in anger as she kicked me in the stomach with her heel, knocking my chair backwards. I laid on the floor, squeezing my eyes shut in pain.
"No one will hear you scream, zo don't even zink about it." She yanked my chair up back into its original position. "I don't understand zomething, zo I would like to ask what you zink about it…"
"..."
"Even after I'd made the Bushman drunk, he still wouldn't accept me! I tell him of your 'ideous crimes and he still refuzes my love!" She grabbed at her scalp, eyes crazed with blood lust.
"I think you're a psycho." I said truthfully. The Spy's face grew red with rage as she waved the RED Spy forward. A smirk was plastered upon his face as he grabbed my arm, twisting it in an odd direction. I howled with pain, the feeling of ligaments and bones snapping near my elbow. He dropped my arm, letting it hit against the chair. My face contorted into a look of agony, but I refused to show my tears to these people.
"Don't be afraid to cry, mon cher, I'll be gentle from now on...zat is if you coöperate." The RED Spy said calmly, taking the end of his cigarette and smearing the hot ash against my skin.
"I take back what I said: I think you both are fucking crazy." I hissed out. With a pitiful sigh, the RED Spy pulled out his revolver, and aimed at my stomach. Pulling the trigger, I felt something wet on my clothes as I screamed.
"I have made my decision…" The BLU Spy placed a hand underneath my chin, gently tilting my head upwards. "If I can't have him, zen no one can…" And with those words, she motioned to the Spy, telling him to "get rid of zis trash for me." She left the room without another word, stumbling down the stairs as she walked. Placing a bullet into the chamber, the Spy spun it around before cocking the gun. He pointed it to my head, and simply pulled the trigger.
Click!
Nothing came out.
My breathing came out in heavy pants as I licked my lips. I was going to die...not the way how I expected it, but this was really the end of the road, wasn't it?
"Let'z play a game of Russian Roulette…" Raising the gun again, he cocked it and placed it against my temple.
Click!
I whimper in fear.
Click!
Fifty-percent chance…
Click!
"My are you lucky!" He called out, his voice starting to sound far away.
Click!
"Good-bye, mon cher…" I was nearly passed out from the blood loss.
BANG!
In my final moments of consciousness, I watched the RED Spy collapse from a gunshot wound to the head, the pistol in his hand cocked and ready to fire.
"MEDIC!" I heard someone scream, their arms wrapping around me.
For the first time in five years, I slept without a single a dream.
A.N.: Bloodeh Spies! I apologize for all the cussing, but I wanted to make it more dramatic. So many questions! What happened to the mercenaries while Avery was upstairs having a "party"? What happened to the BLU Spy? Who rescued Avery from the clutches of death? Find out next time on "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire"... Wait, I said that wrong. "Wherever We Go"!