Confused.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" Elise asks the inanimate piece of metal.
After Elise left Spy in the training room, she started to get suspicious. Spy had morphed into Medic. She kept on questioning everything that happened at that point. Elise continued to fight with her thoughts about Medic. She knew that Medic wasn't that kind of man... or was he? Elise felt who he really was... or was that all a lie? Everything that Spy told her was valid. Medic was married, and he did want a divorce. But maybe he was just using her. Using her for his own pleasure and release.
She sprinted down the halls to her room. She spent maybe half an hour in there crying, cursing herself for having such a soft spot. She was being trained to be a killer, and she was crying. But killers are human too... crying is a natural action caused from loss and sympathy. But she can't have any of those. Elise had to discipline herself. Don't feel any emotions. All that you have lost doesn't matter now. Don't feel sorry.
Now, Elise sat in her room with red rimmed eyes, staring at her reflection on the metal Disguise Kit. She opened it up again and again, pressing buttons only to get even more frustrated. Out of pure anger, Elise punched the cigarette case's buttons. Elise growled and put her head between her legs.
"What a useless piece of junk," she heard Scout say.
Elise shot her head up and searched her room. She could have sworn that she said it, after all, she was thinking it.
"Scout, this isn't funny," Scout said.
Elise covered her mouth with bandaged hands. She looked down at them and gasped.
"I did it..." Scout, who was actually Elise disguised as him, said in disbelief. "Aw man, this is sweet."
"Having fun?" Spy said deeply as his silhouette leaned on the open doorframe.
Elise jumped and stared at him with wide eyes.
"I swear to God, Spy. Stop breaking into my room, you bastard!" disguised Elise said.
"You've almost got everything right."
"What are you talking about?"
"You need to learn how to act like the person you're disguising."
"So act like an American boy who's full of himself?"
"Not all of the men act like that." Spy took a step in and examined Elise. "You also need to be disguised as a BLU member, not RED. You'll be killed instantly."
Spy snatched the disguise kit from Elise's fingers and punched in a sequence on the three buttons. Elise heard two quick beeps and a whir, followed by a RED cloud. She looked down at Scout's body. But it wasn't her Scout's body, it was a different one. Many things were the same, except for the skin tone and haircut.
"Nice," Elise said in a deep voice tinted with a Bostonian accent. "Damn, that's sexy," she said out loud.
"Here," Spy said as he handed it back. "Do you know how to change back?"
Elise looked down at the open case and pressed the yellow button on the very right. Then she pressed the red one.
"Am I back to normal?" Demoman said with a slur. "Shit," he cursed in his Scottish accent.
"Press the red button two times," Spy hinted as he crossed his arms.
Elise did as he said and waited for the smoke to seep through the little cracks on the walls and out the door.
"Am I back?" Elise asked in her normal tone. "Perfect."
"Congratulations, you are now a Spy."
"Really?" Elise asked, hiding her excitement.
"No, you still need to practice it. I'll say when you are actually ready or not."
"Spy, just let me go."
"I don't want to be responsible for your death."
"I'll just come back alive, right? Isn't there some system in here that brings the dead back to life? There should be, because Sniper told me."
"Never believe what the bushman says."
"Don't call him that."
Spy's eyes flash with curiosity. "Are you defending him?"
Elise hesitates.
"Oh my, this is too good. The Sniper really does have a crush on you, doesn't he?"
Elise starts to blush intensely, she turns away slightly, hoping that the shade will hide the rouge tint on her cheeks.
"Are you embarrassed?"
"Don't call him that, Spy. He's just a friend, and I don't like it when you do that."
"Do what, Spy? Make you feel embarrassed?" Spy turns around, his feet planted firmly on the floor. He closes the door and locks it.
"Get out Spy."
"Why don't you like it when I make you feel embarrassed? You don't like how it feels, do you?"
"Exactly. Now get out. I don't appreciate your observations."
"I'm a Spy. I was trained to observe. How else would I know how to blend in with the enemy?"
This time, unlike the other times, Elise doesn't step back. She holds her ground and prepares for what attack Spy has hidden up his perfectly tailored sleeves.
"That's great Spy. You can leave now."
"You've thought about Sniper, haven't you?"
Elise can't stop blushing. It's starting to get so intense that little beads of sweat start to form on her forehead.
Spy's chest to chest with Elise. He pushes on, but Elise doesn't move. He slides a limber leg between her legs.
"Do you think of him as a sexual partner, Spy? Do you like it when you think of him like that?"
"No. Spy, stop this right now. You're..." Elise doesn't finish her sentence, because she doesn't want Spy to know.
"I'm what? I'm embarrassing you?" Spy lifts his leg up slightly, his knee brushing against the inside of Elise's left thigh. "Why don't you like being embarrassed Spy?"
"It's not a good feeling."
"But I like the way it makes your face tint red. The colour of love..." Spy stops and wraps an arm around Elise's neck, pulling her tightly to his chest. "The colour of blood."
"I don't see Sniper like that." Elise doesn't move from her position. She found it quite comfortable and nostalgic.
"What about your other teammates?"
"They're your teammates too."
"How do you see them? Do you daydream about them? Do you imagine 'hooking up' with them? Do you wish to feel them in the way you've felt Medic? Hmm?"
Elise's body reacted in the most unexpected way. It had nothing to do with imagining any of her teammates in bed with her. Well, maybe only a few.
"Of course not. I wouldn't do that to them."
"Maybe not you, but they would enjoy it. You've seen the way they look at you. They're hungry, hungry for a woman. They crave it. It's been so long since they've last been with a woman. Well, save for a couple men. But the ones who aren't committed want you. They salivate for you."
Spy's knee rides higher up her leg, and Elise tries to put her legs together, but his leg inevitably pushes one leg, keeping her open to him. The cigarette falls slightly when he grins. He curses the dress pants that she's wearing. There is no easy access. It's not like the women in his hometown. They always go out with frilly little skirts and dresses. An easy kill.
"Do you crave them? Which men do you crave?" Spy asks as he starts to stroke with his knee.
"None of them," Elise says through clenched teeth. She wants to stop him, but she can't. Her body isn't letting her. Her mind is flooded with the smell of Spy's cigarette. It fills her room, and she coughs from the density of it all. The smell is so poignant it burns her nose, yet at the same time, the spice mixed with Spy's exotic smell is strongly enticing.
"Are you telling the truth? Or are you just being a good Spy?" Spy's arm is still wrapped around Elise's neck, holding her in place. His other arm is behind his back.
"It's the truth," Elise said. This time, realizing that Spy's smoke is poisoning her soul, she tries to escape. But the hold on Spy's arm and his foreign spell has a good grip on her mind and body.
"Don't try and run, Spy. You know you like it," Spy whispers in her ear.
Elise's legs give in, and the only thing keeping her up is Spy's arm around her neck. He takes his other arm and wraps it around her waist. He hoists her up, sliding his arm down her leg, wrapping it around his waist.
"Do you think of me like you think of those men? Do you crave me like you do with them," Spy's voice is calm but has a natural tongue for dominance.
Elise is breathless. She wants it. She wants him.
"Medic..."
"What about Medic? What is he going to say? He doesn't have to know... he won't know. This is all behind closed doors, Spy."
Elise glides a hand across Spy's chest and abdomen. She then slowly slides her arms around his neck with her head down. Elise knows what she's doing. She despises Spy for doing this. She despises herself for giving in. Was she really that easy? She needed to put up a fight, just like Spy taught her.
"I'm going to kill you," Elise hisses with closed eyes.
Spy's smoke circles the room, his grin shining like fire in the room. His eyes scan her body.
"I'm going to kill you," Spy repeats.
Elise's hands quietly work at the knife that she pulled out from Spy's jacket.
"Stop." Elise looks up into Spy's eyes. She sees it. His eyes glow like an animal going for its prey. She's the prey. He's the predator.
"Non," Spy purrs as he steps forward.
Elise's back is to the wall now. Trapped.
There's no way out of this. She's trapped, and there's nothing she can do. It seems like she's always being trapped in situations like this.
Elise can feel it. He's wanted this too.
"Am I one of the men on your list? Am I on the top? Medic and Sniper cannot compare to me, Spy. A Spy always knows the ins and outs. They know exactly how to move, and how to do a job quietly."
"I'm going to fucking kill you," Elise hisses the curse.
"I'm glad you put fucking first."
Elise angles the blade at his neck.
"Fucking first." Elise says with a snarl.
Wow, it got really hot in my room. ;)
Hey guys! I updated! Yay! :D
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