'Fuck, I'm on fuckin' fire today!'

I laughed and pointed at the corpse of the BLU Demoman, whose face was so beaten in he was unrecognizable.

"You got owned!" I laughed, then sprinted away, bat held about head height in one hand, the steel weapon coated in blood and a few chunks of brains. I'd been killin' these BLU bastards all day. Maybe all that fuckin' last night was good luck or somethin'.

I won't lie; sure, I've only been with one chick, but that Spy ain't no lousy lay. I let my mind drift to some good memories, testin' her flexibility, the feelin' of her boobs; everything about those nights, its fuckin' great.

I shook my head, gettin' those thoughts outta my mind. I didn't need a freakin' hard-on in the middle of the battlefield. I gotta bat in some skulls! Speakin' of that Spy, I hadn't seen her anywhere yet. Sure I'd heard our Engineer goin' into his little rages over lost equipment from her Sappy-thingy, but I hadn't seen her.

Outta nowhere, I heard some noises as I ran into a tunnel to get to battle a different way to get a jump on dem lousy BLUs. Slowin' down a bunch, and walking towards the sounds, I saw some movement and dove behind a crate, peering past it as I looked to see what the hell was going on.

The first thing that I saw was the two Spies, BLU and RED, dukin' it out. 'Course, since that froggy bastard is like, a foot or more taller than the little Italian, he is bestin' her. She isn't givin' up though. I always kinda admired that trait about her.

Two seconds later, I couldn't believe my eyes.

I didn't want to.

Ah my little Scout. How you distract me so. While running about and frustrating that Engineer by sapping his buildings, I kept seeing the young man running about, batting in the heads of my co-workers. He seemed so much happier today, and in such a better mood.

I love seeing that Scout. Happy, crude, loud and obnoxious. Ah, how could I not love that boy? More so, how could I admit I loved him? It was damned foolish of me to fall for such a brash, young fool? My enemy.

Entering a tunnel to try and get to the Snipers hiding place so I could stab him in the back, I heard the sound of a cloaking device being deactivated. Cazzo! How could I not have been paying more attention to my surroundings?

I turned to face the RED Spy, who had a bone-chillingly calm stance as he stared me right in the face. Growling, I pulled out my Ambassador, the Frenchman just laughing at me. I misjudged his swiftness, and in a heartbeat, his hands were on my left wrist, giving a horrid twist and causing those bones to snap and my hand to hang uselessly, the gun falling. I yelped in pain.

"Ah, mon ami, you think you are so clever, do you not?"

Twist.

"You think I wouldn't notice our Scout had spent his night with you? You thought you could hide that?" A laugh escaped him as he twisted again and made me finally howl in pain. My fist jabbed out, catching him on his nose, the man's laugh stopping abruptly, his grip on my broken wrist releasing, instead now clutching the bridge of his nose experimentally. Blood trickled down onto his balaclava.

"You got blood on my mask." He growled, and lunged forwards, knife out, aiming a slash at my heart. I moved out of the way, and took my knife out of my belt with my working hand, stabbing forwards. I just barely missed him.

We fought back and forth, until he'd walked me halfway back into the tunnel, my left hand still hanging uselessly at my side. Every move caused pain. I was growing tired. After stabbing forwards and slicing a little material on his sleeve, the Frenchman flew into a rage, his hand meeting my throat and pinning me to the wall.

I struggled fiercely when I felt his fingers catch on the bottom of my mask, writhing to try and get his hand off. I didn't want him to see my face. Like that deterred him. He gave a hell of a yank, one that made my neck sore, and off came my balaclava.

He twisted my head to the side, and I felt his blade press on the long scar on my jaw. He smirked, pressing hard enough to just break the skin. Pulling down, he traced the scar from just where it started, all the way down to where it ended, on my mid neck. I howled in agony as the blade repeatedly traced, until he knew this scar would be extremely prominent for the rest of my days. Blood covered the surrounding area as I threw a pained glare at him.

He pressed his blade into many spots, cutting into my skin in many places, until my face was covered in the thick and vicious glue that was my blood. The cuts would heal over, hopefully with no scarring, but right now, under the blood, my face must have looked awful.

The RED Spy seemed amused, then took his lighter. What fun this would be. Ripping off a little fabric from my BLU suit, he lit the end of it on fire. I would be mad about the damage put upon my suit, if I wasn't in so much pain. He pushed the fire on my neck, where a patch of skin caught on fire, a screech of pain and terror exiting my lips as the fire burned through the skin, and muscle on that area. He put it out after my voice had gone after so much screaming, my throat raw.

Taking his knife, the bastard stabbed through my biceps, then my thighs, making cuts along my stomach. My suit fell apart in pieces as he did so, me being left in just my undergarments, soaked in my own blood from the many wounds. My limbs were rendered useless as the tendons and ligaments were destroyed. My world was fading, things were getting so dim. I would have fallen if he wasn't holding me in place. I wasn't aware of the outside world anymore.

The man finished his fun by cutting off my lips, then taking his cigarette from between his lips. He breathed out a cloud of smoke in my face, and I began choking, half on it and my own blood. Putting the cigarette out on a patch of 'clean' flesh, he snapped my neck, and everything went black and the pain all left.

I didn't care how fuckin' gay I looked, I was cryin'. My mind was scarred from seein' somethin' so freaky. The RED Spy snapped her neck, and I could see the bones popping out where it was snapped. Her whole body was littered in cuts; and her face man, I don't even wanna talk about it, it's bad enough seein' it.

That-That froggy fuck! I wanted to kill 'em, skin him alive, skip some fuckin' rope with his intestines, then choke him with them. I wanted that bastard to feel pain. How could he just torture, then kill her like that?

Sure she was an enemy, but hell, she was also a dame. No broad deserved somethin' that bad. Not a single one.

I saw the Spy walk off, and once he was gone, I stood up, walkin' over to the- No, no, my freakin' Spy! My legs were numb, it was like being drained of all energy. Up close it was worse. Her facial cuts were all linked in a sick puzzle, blood obscuring most of her face. Her lips were gone. Her body was torn to fuckin' shit, and had burns all over. It was fuckin' terrifyin'.

Nobody was around, so I let myself cry and cry and cry, even after respawn had picked up her body and all those small pieces of her removed. Hopefully the respawn wouldn't leave more scars on her.

I knelt beside the puddle of blood in the tunnel, my tears adding to the blood. I would murder that fucker for what he did to her. I wouldn't let him ever see the world the same again.

I froze when I understood why I was cryin' over Alessandra's body. It made me nearly puke in fear to know this now. How could this of all things happen to me?

I'd fallen in love with my enemy.