I got off my lazy arse and wrote another chapter. I do feel sorry for not writing a lot to you guys, because now you have to wait longer and that's mean of me... But I did have more school and mock GCSE's, so I have been busy. And I got some new games on Steam which I've been playing, so my schedule hasn't been the clearest. And I had new manga books to read, because it is awesome.
I hope you can forgive me with this chapter, as we have more Kristofer :D Which I'm trying to develop because I feel he needs to be developed more, since he is kind of the main antagonist, I guess. I mean, he is really just on the other team, but what the hell, BLUs are evil now :D Also, more friendship with Patrice and Keith, because I support the ship, OK? XD There is no harm, plus it makes for awkward situations ;D
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Felix awoke as the sun peeked over the window sill into his sensitive eyes. Shielding them with his covered arm, he sleepily turned to see his friends all bunched up on the bottom bunk, Ben sitting grumpily on the floor, Keith laughing at the screen, arm draped over Patrice's slumped shoulder as Ivan looked concerned at the German. Felix smiled weakly at the Russian as Ben cheered at him, startling him.
"Hey, it awakens at last!" the Bostonian said jovially, standing up as Felix did to give his friend a hug.
"Oh really, the homosexual overtones you two are displaying are making me sick." Patrice said in a smooth sarcastic voice, rolled his half lidded eyes. Ben broke from the hug and met the eyes of the judgmental Frenchman.
"Ha! You call that homosexual undertones! Just look at you and Keith there, all snuggled up against each other!" the Bostonian jeered, pointing at the pair, Keith subconsciously seeming to have drawn the other in a somewhat protective hug. The two noticed how close they were and hastily separated, Keith's visible face going dark red in embarrassment as he muttered something. Patrice glared at a victorious Ben, who stood before him smugly.
"Looks like this mornin's battle goes to me!" he said, gesturing toward his chest, a beam of sunlight seemingly illuminating him in a sort of god-like way. Patrice merely rolled his eyes before grabbing the battered television remote and flicking through the various morning channels, bored. Finally, dissatisfied, he sighed and made his way gracefully over to the door.
"Well, gentleman, I shall be o-"
The door suddenly burst open, causing the Frenchman to plummet to the floor in a disgruntled heap, Ben letting out a childish snigger as Conner could be seen in the doorway now looking rather curious as to how Patrice has been lying on the floor. He had been standing here a minute ago…
"What is it, small baby?" Ivan questioned, landing with a thump as he jumped off of his bunk, staring at the Scotsman, who jumped slightly.
"You've got to come down stairs, laddies. The BLU team is downstairs hoggin' all our bloody… well everything!" Conner yelled as he proceeded to flail his arms about crazily. Ben gestured for the groups to follow the semi-sober Scotsman as they made their way down the corridors and flights of stairs to the dining hall.
"Do you even know why they're here, Conner?" Ben asked.
"Nye, but they're all there alright. Even that cold prick of a Medic."
"K-Kristofer is there as w-well?" Felix stammered, shaking more now. Ben placed comforting shoulders on the German, who gave a smile in gratitude.
"Aye. And he thinks the sun shines out of his bloody arse, the cocky prick. Well, after they all got there, he was just sittin' in his chair while a kafuffle started. I managed to escape, barely, but I tell ya, it bloody chaos in there, pandemonium I say! Ye who may enter-"
"Must have the balls to do so, now open the bloody door." Keith said, crossing his arms impatiently. Conner gulped audibly before pushing the door open, revealing a very loud scene. What little there was of the RED team where in some sort of an argument, Joe giving orders for the 'sorry sacks of scum' to leave the room immediately, his shouts met by laughter. As soon as both teams saw the group staring quite shocked in the doorway, however, they were quickly silenced with a cough from Kristofer.
"Ah, the guests have arrived." He said, directing a menacing gaze toward Felix. The REDs noticed this straight away, and Ben stood in front of the nervous German defensively.
"What are you doing here?" He asked darkly, and Kristofer laughed.
"The Administrator ordered we have breakfast together to familiarise with each other. After that she has devised a small competition to get our testosterone flowing ready for the actual battle."
"A little competition?" Keith said, directing the room's attention to him, "Would that bobbing for apples by any chance?" He said and his team and even some of the BLUs sniggered.
"No, I am sad to say it is not. In fact, it is a simple talent competition. To test your skills and see which one is the superior," Kristofer said before getting up "now if you'll excuse me, I shall be getting breakfast." He said before walking toward the kitchen, arms behind his back and head held up proudly. His team followed him, followed by the REDs.
"I do not like him." Ivan said, pointing a finger at Kristofer, who sat down at the table. Ben let out a snort of laughter.
"Really? I never would have guessed!" He laughed, his bandaged hands attempting to cease shaking the glass of milk as he carried that and his plate over to the opposite side of BLU Scout. Felix followed him, applying a little too much syrup to his waffle.
"Hey." Ivan called and the German turned.
"Ya? What is w-wrong, Ivan?"
"You only have one waffle."
"W-well there are only f-four of them. And c-considering the size difference between u-us I figured you should have th-the larger share."
"Oh. Thank you."
"Sie sind w-willkommen." The German replied with a smile as he joined Ben at the table. He hastily ate his waffles and drank his milk, looking over to see that Ben and Ivan were finished also. He then proceeded to collect the plates up and make his way to the kitchen once more. He reached the sink and began washing up the plates with an old dirty sponge, the soapy water now cold and unhelpful. He jumped with a small squeak as another pile of dishes was placed on the draining board and looked up with wide eyes to meet his BLU double.
"Hallo, Felix." Kristofer said to his shaking counterpart.
"Guten M-Morgen, and I know w-why you are here. T-tell me what is on your m-mind." Felix said, eyeing his opposite suspiciously.
"I have come here to tell you of the competition. The skills we shall have tested will not be our battle ones. They shall be a simple thing that you can perform well." Kristofer said and Felix blinked in confusion.
"W-why are you telling me th-this?" He asked.
"Because as your double, I should be expected to know as much as you do. And so I thought I'd give us both a head start. Because everyone knows we can be trusted more than those dogs back there."
"Y-you think I can be t-trusted?" Felix stammered at his BLU counterpart, who's corners of his mouth formed a hint of a smile.
"Of course I think you can be trusted. Medics are trusted to perform many things, to listen to their team's queries. So why else would we not be trusted. We of course are far superior to everyone here, although I do doubt that with you. "
"W-why?"
"Because you lack defiance, confidence and authority. Without these you do not make a great leader. You must have a grasp over all your team and you must maintain that grasp. You are far too much of a coward to do that."
"Ya, I am a c-coward."
"I am glad you acknowledge this, now you must turn it into something bigger, something stronger. You must acknowledge your flaws and strive to improve them, not live your life in fear and rejection. It was how I became who I am."
Felix stared, bewildered at Kristofer, his hands clinging to the kitchen counter.
"W-why do you say this, K-Kristofer?" he finally asked.
"Because I see you have the potential to become that. And of course the stronger you become, the stronger my opponent becomes and that's just even more of challenge, isn't it?" He said his final words darkly, with a sly smile on his lips, causing Felix to shiver.
"Oi, Felix! Come on, get over here before that creep kills ya or somethin'!" Ben shouted from afar in a semi-mocking, semi-serious tone, startling the German, who started to fiddle with his fingers as he hung his head low.
"G-goodbye, Kristofer." He said before making a hasty exit to his friends, his BLU counterpart looking at him with cold eyes.
"Auf Wiedersehen."