I'm definitely considering some of the review ideas for later! But, I had this ridiculous idea and I had to write it. It's my take on a girl being found near the base. Please don't be turned off by the cliche beginning. It gets better, I promise.
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Heavy blinked. Growing up in the Soviet Union, he had spent a lot of his childhood hunting, mostly with his two older sisters in the harsh Siberian conifer forests. On those trips, the rifle heavy in his inexperienced hands, he found many strange things. From ammo caches hidden in trees, to a mass grave of bones his sisters had tried to pretend wasn't there. But this? This was just odd.
The storm at Coldfront had let up the day before, and the Administrator sent both teams to the field. But the mass of snow had made any fighting fruitless, and by the end of the day, RED barely managed to defend their points. It came to no surprise that the following day's battle was canceled, as it had once again snowed overnight, and would pick up when the snow was, at most, up to Engineer's knees.
So, Heavy decided to go hunting. He had exchanged his minigun for one of Sniper's rifles, an older model that the sharpshooter seemed willing to share. And now, the enormous Russian stood less than half a mile from base, unfired rifle in his experienced hands, and staring at a blond mess of hair in the snow.
Heavy blinked.
"Hello?" The Russian slowly leaned over to carefully dust away the surrounding snow, revealing a pale face. A woman was half-buried under the white, a fur coat pulled up to her neck, and arms covered with layers of cloth. One eye opened just a bit, suggesting she was not as dead as Heavy guessed, despite her pale skin and blue lips.
"H-help." That was all it took for the RED mercenary to heft the blonde over his shoulders and run as fast as he could back to base, riffle over his shoulder. And although Heavy found the woman to be buried quite purposefully, the snow seemingly thrown onto her from all sides, he did not stop to further examine the scene.
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Medic raised an eyebrow, moving his penlight from left to right as he examined his patient's eyes.
"Hm," concluded the doctor, pushing his rolling chair away from the infirmary's only bed. Heavy stood near the corner of the room, Sniper's rifle over his shoulder, and hands together in worry.
"Is okay?" the Russian ventured, eyes darting to the blond woman laying on the bed under a mass of blankets.
"And you don't remember how you got out zhere?" Medic asked, glancing over at the woman as he scribbled onto a sheet, ignoring Heavy's question. The blond, dark-eyed woman shook her head, long yellow hair hair sticking up nearly everywhere.
"No, I don't even remember my name. Soorry," she responded quietly, shrugging her broad shoulders. She wasn't exactly tall, perhaps Engineer's height, but was surprisingly well-toned. Like Scout, her muscles were lean, not for show, but seemingly enough to throw a good punch. Otherwise, she wasn't extraordinary looking, with light skin and dirty hair, and eyes so brown they looked black.
"Hm," mused the German, taking note of the woman's strange accent. It sounded like she had a good grasp on English, but a few words seemed odd, at least compared to what Medic considered Soldier's standard American English. The unlicensed physician had done a complete physical, and other than a headache the woman complained about, there seemed to be nothing wrong with her. Not even frostbite, as she had been layered in furs, brown and white, when Heavy brought her in. Strange, Medic thought, scratching his chin.
"Is lady feeling better?" piped up Heavy from the corner. The woman met his eyes, shooting him a small smile.
"Yes, I'm very thankful. Soorry aboot ruining your hunt," the blond added, shifting the blankets closer.
"Yo!" There was rapid knocking on the infirmary's door. "What's goin' on in there! Pyro said he saw Heavy carryin' a chick into base!"
Medic groaned, rubbing his temples. Just what they needed.
"Are ye touchin' arses in there or what?" It seemed that Demo had caught wind of the news as well.
"Doc, there better not be a civilian in there!" And Soldier. Just how many people had Scout gathered behind that door? Medic waved Heavy off.
"Keep zhem busy. I do not zhink it vould be good for zhe patient in zhey come in here," the German ordered, getting up to look for a clean syringe. That wasn't entirely true, as the woman hadn't complained about a thing since he gave her the pain pills, but Medic was curious. His gloved fingers glided along the many drug vials in the neareest cabinet as Heavy slipped out of the infirmary, quickly shutting the door behind him.
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"Spill," Scout demanded, right outside the infirmary, arms crossed. Behind him stood the rest of the team, minus Spy, likewise sending Heavy a questioning look.
"Heavy does not know what leetle Scout is talking about," Heavy played, throwing on his accent thicker and hoping everyone just bought his act.
"Mmy mphaw mpho mphth mphy mphirl!" Pyro pointed out, and Soldier pushed him aside to get in Heavy's face.
"There's a civilian in there, isn't there? Answer the question, you commie!"
"Woah," interrupted Engineer, laying a hand on Soldier's shoulder. "Let's all settle down and let Heavy describe the situation. You really found someone out there in this weather, pardner?" Heavy looked ready to respond, but was interrupted.
"While you were huntin', right? A bloody girl? Ain't no one can survive in this kinda weather," Sniper grumbled, recalling the less than pleasant "camping" over a week ago.
"Lad, are ye sure ye saw it was a girl?"
"Mmph!"
"The Doc and her are touchin' butts, aren't they, chucklenuts!"
"You have 'till the count of three to be straight with me, soldier..."
"Guys, let Heavy talk."
"I mean, I almost lost some toes out there. Whatever can last out there ain't human, I'm just sayin'..."
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Medic rolled his eyes, trying to focus on where his clean test tubes were. Although the arguments outside were muffled, it was clear Medic would have to step in soon to save Heavy.
"Just a moment longer, fraulein," Medic assured the woman behind him, focussed on searching through the back of his medicine cabinet. He was planning on collecting some blood samples, but so far he had no idea where his extra test-tubes were.
"Some people here are a bit crazy," the German continued, seemingly lost in thought.
"It's okay. How many of yoo are there here?"
"Nine, unfortunately. Such a pain..."
"How so?"
"Vell, you hear zhat outside right? Zhat's everyday, really. Sometimes-" Medic froze, feeling a blade against his throat.
"Don't make any sudden movement, human scumbag. Yoo and yoor friends are in massive trouble," the woman threatened, and Medic's nose scrunched up in disgust as she breathed heavily in his ear. Slowly, the odd woman edged Medic away from the cabinet and towards the door, one hand holding a curved knife to his throat, the other around his mid-section. Medic simply allowed the woman to lead him, unsure of exactly what was going on and wondering why he couldn't just have a normal, no shenanigans, day.
"Are you from BLU?" questioned Medic, being slowly led toward the infirmary entrance, awkwardly trying to look over her shoulder.
"From a coloor? What are you stupid, eh?" the blonde cackled, tightening her hold around Medic's waist. "Shutup and walk, scumbag." Medic just rolled his eyes. He hadn't really planned on going through respawn today.
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"Doktor will explain everything," Heavy defended, now being crowded by the six men in the hall.
"Mmph mphee mphrtty?"
"That's actually a good question, mate."
"Yeah! Is she smokin' hot or what?"
"Enough! I'm going to figure out what's going on," announced Soldier, patriotically turning and starting to head for the infirmary. Before he could reach the door, it was slowly opened, and everyone snapped their heads to attention.
First, Medic stepped, lacking his white coat and looking very much annoyed. A fur-lined gloved arm was around his waist, and a curved blade settled along his neck.
"None of you deerheads better make a move, eh!" The mercenaries stared at the young woman holding their doctor hostage, awkwardly forcing the German to slightly bend his knees because of their height difference. She was draped in furs and heavy clothing, and did not look at all injured in the way Pyro described. There was silence for a moment.
"I'll give her a 7/10. Could use some shampoo."
"Explain yourself, you BLU bastard!" Soldier exploded, immediately detaching his shovel from his belt and whipping it in front of him. "Or I'm going to-"
"Woah, Solly, I don't think that's any way to treat a lady."
"Yeah, lad. Gotta be polite. Please explain yerself, ma'am, or we will be forced to use deadly force and what have ye."
"Shutup!" snapped the blonde moving the knife to prick Medic's skin. "Move and your nurse here gets it."
"Nurse? I'm a doctor!"
Ignoring her hostage's protest, the woman slowly moved so her back was near a wall, and shot a glare at the men around her.
"Do yoo lunchmeat even know who I am?"
"My next date, that's who," mumbled Scout with a grin, elbowing a giggling Pyro in the side.
"Ma'am," tried Engineer, moving to block Scout. "We'd appreciate it if you let our friend go. Otherwise we are obliged by contract to hurt you. And I'm not to fond of hitting women, to be right honest with you."
"Hurt me?" The woman started to cackle, loud, obnoxious, and for a moment, a flash of crazy so terrifying swept across her eyes that even Soldier took a slight step back. "I dare yoo, southerners! I am Queen Marisoo of the Wolves!"
"Mary-Soup? What kinda fuckin' name is that?" pointed out Scout, popping his head over Engineer's shoulder. "Do I gotta call you that when we go out?"
"Silence peasant!" snapped Queen Marisoo, taking a moment to wave the knife threateningly at Scout before returning it to Medic's throat. "Yoo attacked my kin eight moons ago! I am here to wreak vengeance, eh!"
"Wot."
"My wolves will feast on yoo as yoo scream for mercy, ripping the flesh from yoor brittle, peasant bones!"
"Okay, now zhis is just getting ridiculous," grumbled Medic, attempting to look over his shoulder. "If you are going to kill me , please do so because I believe my leg is starting to fall asleep."
"I will if yoor friends don't start tying themselves up!"
"Oh, please." The woman immediately snapped around, seeing Spy behind her with his revolver aimed. "This is getting a bit melodramatic. Either kill the nurse or let him go. We all have things to do today."
"Don't yoo dare, human! Or I'll kill him!" threatened the self-proclaimed queen of wolves, attempting to maneuver Medic to block her. Spy sighed.
"You ruined my lunch," the Frenchman stated plainly, before pulling the trigger. With a grunt, Marisoo pushed Medic in front of her to take the bullet and turned to the other RED members. Yelling at the top of her lungs, a cross between a howl and whale call, the blond jumped on top of Engineer's shoulders and used them as leverage to leap past the rest of the men and down the hall.
"Yoo will never get oot of here alive, meatbags!" Cackling followed the woman as she rounded the corner at the end of the hall.
"...That is not normal American lady, da?"
"Well, we are pretty close to Canada..."
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Anyone confused, just remember she calls herself queen of the wolves for a reason.