Chapter 2 : Slowing the fast
(Author's note: I do not own TF2.)
Scout felt his arms, and legs being tied to a flat, metal surface. "What's the big idea!" he demanded. "You vill' see my adversary, you vill see." The Red Medic's voice assured. "Let me go!" Scout yelled louder. Without acknowledging Scout, Medic removed the bag from Scout's head. He found himself in the Red Intelligence room. He was strapped to a medical table, next to the desk that rested the red briefcase. The Red Heavy, and soldier were guarding one hall, with Demoman, and Pyro guarding the other.
The rest of the team was sitting on a bench, against the railing next to the table. The medic had his bone saw firmly grasped, in his right hand, His Blighted Beak covered his eyes. Ve' got you right before ze' match ended." Medic said with a hint of joy in his voice. "But it's ceasefire, we can't kill each other during ceasefire!" Scout shakily said, with fear rising in his voice. "Who said he was gonna kill ya, mate." Sniper muttered whilst sharpening his kukri. "Sniper iz correct." Medic stated. "Now it iz time." "T-Time for what." Scout questioned. "For your examination, of course." Medic responded while removing scout's Left shoe, and sock. "Now, you may feel some slight… discomfort."
Medic next placed his bone saw in the middle of his foot, between Scout's toes. "No, no, n-AAAAAAAAUGHHH!" Scout was cut off by the agony of the saw slicing through the skin, making its way to the bone. Scout was screaming though the unbearable pain he was going through. Blood started to spay out like a sprinkler. In seemingly no time Medic reached the center of the foot, and yanked the saw out of it. Scout was clenching his mouth shut, holding back more screams. "Heavy, if you vill." Heavy smirked and walked from his post to Medic. Medic politely stepped to the side, as Heavy grabbed both sides of Scout's foot. Before Scout could say anything, Heavy ripped the two halves apart. Scout hollered in anguish. "Thank you, my friend!" Medic yelled over Scouts screams. Heavy simply nodded, went back his post. Medic grew annoyed with scouts whining, "Oh, be quiet." He said, while stuffing Scout's mouth with a dirty rag. "Ain't that the rag we use to clean Demo man's vomit?" questioned engineer. "Maybe." Replied Medic, in a childish manner. Upon hearing this, Scout's eyes widened, and he moved his tongue to the back of his mouth, to prevent any tasteful contact the rag. "Vell, I had my share of fun, anyone else vant to cause pain?" "I do." RED scout quickly said.
He picked up his Sandman. Medic politely stepped aside, letting scout take his spot. "So tough guy, I heard ya like baseball." BLU Scout was anticipating the pain his counterpart would inflict. "Let me show ya why I shoulda' played the big leagues." He took 5 paces back, and threw the ball up, and smacked the ball. It was sent flying at BLU \Scout's mouth. Upon impact, the rag was pushed further in his mouth. The whole team applauded, and cheered as a crowed would in an NBA game. BLU scout tasted the vile rag, as it was forcefully pushed further in his mouth.
Scout added his own vomit to the rag, only for it to be pushed back down his throat by the blockage. Blu scout let out a mixture of a pained, and exhausted grunts. "Ay, I ain't done yet!" RED Scout uttered in disgust. He stepped backwards and raised his bat, and swung. The impact knocked the rag, as well as his vomit, out of his mouth, while dislocating his jaw. Scout could not scream anymore, his throat burned both from the impact from the bat, and the vomit escaping him. "Ok", I'm done anyone else?" Scout offered, the soldier smile standing up "gimmie a crack at the maggot" He said cracking his knuckles. "Be my guest." Scout said going back to his seat. "Well, well, well, now I can hurt you without having to catch up." Soldier loomed over the trembling Blu.
Scout knew what pain soldier can inflict, not much as Heavy but still extraordinarily painful. Soldier clenched his hand into a fist, and connected it with Scout's stomach, Scout regurgitated once again upon impact. Scout was now struggling to breath, His stomach felt as is the acids were punched straight out. "What's wrong am I to rough on ya' cupcake!" Soldier questioned. Scout was too pained to respond to the gruff American. Soldier took hold of Scout's right hand and yanked on his fingers, ripping them off their joints with a sickening pop as the skin was still attached. Scout grit his teeth, and started hyperventilating, as he could not scream considering his throat Burned horribly. His detached fingers were hanging almost completely limp. Soldier raised another fist and hit Scout mouth, further breaking his jaw while knock out some teeth. Soldier turned and went to his post spot with a salute.
Spy quickly stood up and said "If I may, I would like to have a 'family moment' with him." Medic Nodded while saying "be mein guest." Spy walked up to the table while skillfully opening his knife. "Hello, Scout do you want to play a game." Scout shook his head, "It's a game called Five-Finger Fillet." Spy grabbed scout's good hand and spread his fingers apart and tied them down with smaller straps on the table. Spy started stabbing the spaces between Scouts fingers. Scout watched helplessly as the knife stabbed faster, and faster. Although worried of being stabbed, Scout was also baffled on how Spy went that fast without hitting his fingers. But that quickly changed when Spy lifted the knife for a big finish, he threw down the knife impaling Scout's hand. Scout's eyes welled up with tears, his teeth ground harder, as his blood drained from his body.
As Spy pulled his knife out, everyone heard a familiar voice from the intercom, "Mission begins in 60 seconds!" "Looks like our fun is over, Vell it has been fun but things don't last." stated Medic, he dug in his surgical bag and pulled out his bone saw again, still stained with blood. "If you come out to find this battle, imagine this happening, only more painful." Medic lined the saw to Scout's throat, as the Administrator counted down. As the Administrator got to one, Medic jerked the saw.