Chapter 3: Near Capture

"Attention! The control point is being captured!" the cold voice of the Announcer barks through the intercom.

Does she mean ours? Or just a note to our team that we are actually getting the last point? She's confusing often times, it's quite annoying. Must get ready the enemy will be pouring out at any moment now. Out comes the enemy Scout, hyper little guy, he rushes at us, I pull out my shotgun and give him a few rounds to slow him down a second while I pull my flamethrower out. He's close enough now, I start to burn him, he's screaming out "Fire fire fire!!!" He won't last long now, weak little man.

Their Demoman comes out screaming something I cannot understand. All that alcohol should make him an easy burn, he lobs a grenade at me, I take a hard hit. Our Medic knows that I won't let him take the hit of a grenade. Medic is valuable, he shouldn't get taken down. I check my gas tank, enough for a couple compression blasts, the Demo lobs a couple more grenades and I blast them right back. He explodes from his own grenades, that drunken Scot is just an idiot. I'm starting to feel triumphant, this is a little too easy. Their Pyro comes out and he's burning through his gas fast, I watch his insane waste of gas. I pelt him with a few round of my shotgun and time the use of my flamethrower, as soon as he's in range I feel a surge of power and sure enough I was letting loose a critical spray of fire. He goes down but I still have a fair amount of damage on me, Medic heals me up some, but I'm out of gas now. We both leave, I don't know when they'll come out, but I'm sure they want a piece of me now.

I rush back to our spawn point, I need more gas for my flamethrower. I grab a new tank attach it and make sure it works right. Well I'm assuming the rest of the team at least has most of the points captured by now. I run out and go find the rest of the team, they've taken a light beating with one loss, being Scout. He'll be back in a few seconds to hop around and help capture these points faster. I watch a dot of light cross the battle field. I call out a warning and our Sniper spots the general direction of where the dot is from. He starts looking for their Sniper's position but I watch as he's just pulling the trigger he gets taken down. I give another warning, telling my team to watch their heads. They take the hint and generally have an idea of where the Sniper is, they duck around some cover. We can either wait, or serpentine to avoid the shot. Either way we may lose someone else. They're building a Charge, and we can't get to them to stop it. As long as our Medic has a Charge, we should be able to last a little while longer. I take a chance and run out toward the Sniper, using some gas to make a cloud of fire to hide myself a bit. I get into an angle he can't get to easily and quickly make my way up to his small nest.

I find myself feeling almost claustrophobic as I reach the Sniper's camping spot. I try and keep quiet getting up there, but this fire retardant suit just doesn't make it easy. I creep up near the Sniper and quickly burn him with my flamethrower, he reacts with bad timing and gets my Axetinguisher in his face. I love that scream, it's so pained and agonizing. Our Spy comes out of the shadows nearby. "Oh please, you mumbling abomination, he was mine!" If he could see my eyes he'd watch as I roll them and start out to the main battlefield. Before I leave, I try and tell him to find their Medic and take care of him. I assume he got the idea and went off, cloaking on his way down. I never trust that Frenchman, he's too reserved, keeps to himself, and generally stays in the shadows.

Here I am again, out in the battlefield a lot is happening now, the enemy is pushing back hard now. Our Scout is running circles shooting that scattergun of his into what ever enemy he can. Sniper is back hitting a few of their team with some quick shots to damage them. Heavy is crying out his thick accent of insults while firing that huge minigun of his, Sasha. Demoman has a patch of his sticky bombs on the point while lobbing a few grenades over everyone's heads toward the enemy. Soldier is generally shooting his rocket launcher in their direction to do some damage with the blast radius of each rocket. Our Engineer has a well placed Teleporter up, along with his Dispenser and Sentry, all watching the point, just in case Demoman goes down. Medic is still healing us all as we get hurt, he may be somewhat twisted but he's a damn good doctor. I've heard the screaming of some of their team, perhaps the Spy is doing a good job. What worries me now is where is their Spy?

A/N:

So here's Chapter 3 for those who are reading my story, this is still my first actual long term story, and I'm hoping everyone is enjoying it so far. I'd love to get feedback and hear what you all think. I'm not really sure where I'll be going with this story. I have another in my head that I want to write, but I don't want multiple projects just yet. College and all that just means less time to work on a fanfic. Well until the next one.

-Bl1nd3ye