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Soldier was looking at her funny.
Tracy wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He didn't look angry, but rather confused and unsure whenever he even so much as glanced in her direction.
She tried to put it out of her mind. They were gearing up for the next match. Guns were being loaded, knives and shovels cleaned and shined to perfection. Tracy was lounging on one of the benches, talking to the Medic as he spun his syringe gun.
"As for the hearts, those are used to uber someone. It makes their skin almost impenetrable to any attack. Bullets, rockets, knives... nothing can defeat one that is ubered. Although, I have had trouble once or twice with the uber not effecting me as well." The German looked puzzled and irritated, frowning at the medigun at his side.
"Any ideas what could mess it up?" She asked.
"Ah, perhaps a technical bug. I will have to speak to the Engineer about it. If the uber does not hit me, someone could attack me from behind and stop the uber." He nodded in thought as the intercom boomed to life.
"Mission begins in sixty seconds."
"Ah, I must begin charging. If you'll excuse me." The Medic stood from his seat beside her and took his place by the Heavy, releasing a beam onto the bigger man.
All of the classes were clothed in winter gear, if in exception for the Pyro who only had a fuzzy winter cap on their head. Tracy was in similar garb, since she didn't have much in the winterized gear department. She had been offered a thicker jacket by the Medic, one of his spares since he noticed her's was much thinner. Even the Scout gave her some fingerless gloves, since she had complained she couldn't get a good grip on anything with regular mittens.
As the announcer began to count down, Tracy stood from her seat and walked over to the sliding door. Even with the doors closed, she could still feel the cold air seeping from the doors. The Soldier took a step to stand beside her, not looking at her. Tracy raised an eyebrow but said nothing, slightly unnerved by his lack of talkativeness.
"ONE! BEGIN!"
Everyone charged out of the respawn, the cold hitting like a brick wall. Instantly Tracy shuddered, goosebumps rising on her flesh as she followed the others.
Their main objective was to capture territory or "points," which were glowing areas they had to defend. The middle one had not been claimed yet. As she followed, she saw their Engineer beginning to build a sentry at their second point, shivering with his face slightly pink.
The Soldier had blasted himself into the air in order to get ahead despite his slow speed. Running past a few rises, she could already see a RED Scout standing on the point with a Demoman fast approaching. The BLU Heavy mowed the Scout down quickly as the Demoman shot sticky bombs and retreated back, detonating the bombs and causing the Medic and Heavy to be forcefully lifted into the air.
Not knowing what else to do, Tracy joined them on the point and helped them capture while the BLU Scout ran ahead. Snow kicked up in his wake, almost slipping on a patch of ice. He growled out a curse before continuing on his way.
When the point was finally captured, the grey light turned blue and the intercom announced their win. Their Engineer ran up, depositing his sentry in a place that would not be easily seen.
"Poot dispenser here!" Heavy pointed to the ground, as the Medic was a little battered and bruised from the explosion just a few minutes ago. The Engineer growled but did as he was commanded, dumping a toolbox on the ground and got to work.
"Thanks." Tracy whispered to him, giving him a small grateful smile as the bruises from Medic's face and body receeded. Engineer nodded just as the sentry beeped and shot down an enemy spy.
"Let's move it up, fellas." The Texan pointed ahead as their Demoman rushed forward. The group nodded and continued up, trying to avoid ice and rocks.
"MEDIC!" It was the Scout, running away from a firefight. He had multiple gunshot wounds to his arms and chest, bleeding profusely. The Medic at once trained his medigun on him, healing the wounds.
"Thanks doc." The Bostonian winked before charging out once more.
Ahead, the REDs had gathered around the entrance to their second control point. The RED Medic was healing the Heavy as the BLU Soldier kept sending rockets their way. A crack of a gunshot was heard overhead as their RED Medic went down with a bullet in his brains.
"Nice shot!" Tracy called up.
The enemy began to retreat somewhat, due to their Medic being dead. Their demoman began firing grenades down one of their halls, blood splattering as someone had been unlucky enough to get too close.
"Push forward!" The Scotsman yelled, running inside and out of her view.
Just as their group was about to move forward, an enemy Soldier came in from an adjacent hall and began firing upon them. The Heavy was caught in the wake and was blasted to kingdom come. Tracy had backed up just enough as the Medic was too blown to pieces. The blast threw the thief to the ground, smacking her head against a particularly sharp rock.
She didn't go unconscious, but she couldn't find it in herself to get up. The snow was red from spilt blood, although Tracy didn't really know if it was her own or her comrade's. She heard footsteps, and closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.
"Good job there." A voice. The RED Thief! Tracy resisted the urge to get up and kill her, as she must have been talking to someone else.
"Thanks soldier." A scratchy and commanding voice replied, obviously pleased with themselves.
"Ah, I see we managed to push them back for a moment." A german voice. The RED Medic.
"Yeah. Look at this one." A resounding kick sent Tracy rolling to the side. It took all her willpower to not scream in agony or move, and simply flopped over. The pain was unbearable, the RED must have put all their force into the kick. "Must have died when they hit the ground."
"Hmmm..." The RED Medic mumbled to himself.
"What?"
"I was just thinking... that body is very well intact."
Tracy's body went stiff, fearing the worst.
"Perhaps I can keep the body? I do need more parts. Always running low when I want to do some more delicate experiments, and having a near fresh one would be perfect."
"All your's doc."
What to do? Tracy couldn't move out of fear as someone picked her up and slung her limp body over their shoulder. She opened her eyes just a crack, thanking god she hadn't trimmed her hair as it was just long enough to keep her eyes unnoticed.
She was being carried into the RED base, blood dripping from the slice on her forehead. She watched as the blood left a clear direction of where they were taking her.
What was she going to do? She still had her screwdriver and smoke bombs, but her shotgun and pistol had flew when the explosion had knocked her off her feet. She thanked god that the Medic had given her the jacket, since it hid her when she dared to breath.
It didn't take long. They entered a set of double doors and she was thrown to the ground. At this point, she couldn't help but moan in pain as her head greeted the floor.
"Ooh, this one's still alive!"
Tracy looked up, her vision spotty and dark as the Medic came into view. He looked just like her own, in exception to the RED uniform and a particularly nasty smile. He rubbed his chin as he looked at her, his gaze hungry and clinical.
"Should I put him down?" The RED Soldier approached, ratcheting his shotgun.
"Oh, no no no!" The german waved him away, "This is so much better! I rarely have living specimens!"
"Well, do whatever you want doc." The RED Thief grunted, stepping from behind the Soldier to get a better look at the BLU. "I don't care and I don't think her team will miss her presence either."
Tracy could feel warm, sticky blood flowing down her face, blinding her right eye. She got to her knees, trying to wipe away the blood. She felt faint, her body growing weak.
"If you want me so bad..." Her voice was rough and strained, lips chapped and aching. "You should probably do somethin' about the leak I sprung."
Her chuckle was dry, and was only joined in by the Medic. "As yes, I can't have you die on me just yet."
Grabbing her upper arm, the RED doctor dragged her weak body over to an operation table. She was forced to lay down, her hands bound down with rope behind her back in such a way that hurt. A medigun was switched on and was trained on her at the lowest setting, healing the wound on her forehead and replenishing the blood.
Tracy's vision cleared, blinking furiously. The blood from her old wound had dried on her face, becoming irritating quickly.
"Don't you guys have a match to win?" She grunted, trying to find a comfortable position and hiding her fear with a nonplussed attitude.
"Ah yes! Almost forgot." The RED Medic coughed into his fist, tying her legs down to the operation table. He clicked his tongue, tying it tightly enough to stop the bloodflow. Once he was satisified she wasn't going anywhere, he took his medigun and followed the Soldier out of the room.
Just as Tracy thought she was alone, the RED Thief approached her side.
"Well, this is much better. I think I'll join the Medic once he wants to work on you." She chuckled, dragging a metal table over with scalpels and forceps. The BLU flinched away at the sight, glancing from the RED to the operating equipment.
"I don't think he'd appreciate you getting started just yet." Tracy grunted, her throat closing as fear began to overwhelm her. Her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she began to struggle against her bonds.
"Oh, he wouldn't." The RED giggled threateningly, taking a scalpel from the table. "But I don't think he'd be too mad if I just... roughed you up a bit."
Without hesitation or warning, the Thief slammed the blade into her kneecap. Her patella gave a loud crunch, and pain soared through Tracy's body. She shook violently, twisting and turning without thought as the RED dug the blade in even further. Pleased with herself, she left the blade in and took a step back.
"That will at least keep you from running away, even if you somehow managed to get outta those ropes." Her smile was malicious and sadistic, staring Tracy directly in the eyes, witnessing her agony with pleasure.
A sob escaped her throat, unable to block out the pain. She eventually settled down, trying to remain as still as possible as to not aggravate the wound further. Blood was staining her trousers, but not bleeding profusely.
"I'll get you for this, you fucking soulless piece of shit." Anger bubbled to the surface, unable to keep her emotions in check. "I swear to god, I'll kill you."
"And?" The amusement was not lost on Tracy.
Instead of a witty response, all she did was scream in hatred, balling up her fists behind her. All she received was laughter, which only furthered her rage more. She sat up, trying to rip herself out of the bonds to no avail.
"Oh, shut up. It's not like it will do you any good." The enemy Thief dragged her bangs away from her eyes, suddenly unamused.
Tracy screamed until she could scream no more, her voice going down to a whisper. Her throat hurt from the yelling and shouting, her lips dry and almost bleeding from the outburst. She licked her lips, wincing at the stinging sensation. The pain in her leg had gone down to a burning feeling rather than uncontrollable agony.
There was a long pause. Tracy refused to look at the RED, just staring up at the darkly lit ceiling. It seemed the RED doctor also had a pet, but the bird seemed hesitant to approach her due to her screaming. It was not as well kept as the BLU Medic's ward, as there was blood stained rags everywhere.
"You know..."
Tracy whipped around, muscles tensing up as the RED Thief spoke.
"I have all your memories. Well, my memories. Ours. Tracy's."
The enemy was hesitant to approach her now, all the sadism and hatred gone from her eyes. She was far enough away that Tracy could just barely see her in the shadows.
"I remember being captured. I remember our mother, our friends. I remember what we did and why we did it, and every single feeling and want that you do."
She suddenly marched forward with extremely prejudice, her eyes were now determined.
"I want it back. I want to be the only one. But I can't be the only one if both of us keeps coming back. And even I, even if I am the last one, I can never be Tracy. Not any more."
The other Tracy's body shook, from nerves... or something else. The BLU couldn't make out the emotion the other was feeling, but she knew it had to be strong.
"Miss Pauling told me I only had a year. I had to go around with these assholes and kill other assholes and then I'd be free. But I'll never be free, because I am not her. I am not Tracy."
She turned her gaze to the floor, and what Tracy could identify as a tear went down her cheek and dropped to the ground soundlessly.
"But you. You are more like her. You have her feelings, more of them. When I was made... I was twisted. I'm not like her anymore. I remember everything, remember the feelings and thoughts, but I... I don't understand them anymore. But you do."
She frowned, the other Tracy stepping away.
"When this is all over, and the dust settles... when we are both free to leave..."
Tracy watched as her other stepped into the darkness, too far into the shadows to see.
"I want you to kill me."
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