Scout clung tightly onto a rope with one hand and BLU with the other. He was belly up, appearing almost like a hammock with his left leg strangled in a constriction of dead cables. As far as he knew, it could be broken. Both boys heaved gasping breaths,
/trying to calm their minds and figure a plan to get out. BLU couldn't help but panic, however, as he looked down to his legs dangling above darkness. He looked back up to his bloodied and bandaged hand gripped tightly by the boy in red.
"Why did... you save me..?" He managed to speak through a tight throat. REDScout looked down from measuring the distance between them and the top of the hole. His face had completely changed from challenging to slightly afraid.
"Because... uh" he stammered, obviously dumbfounded by his own actions. "Well I mean. I knew respawn was off, and when the fight is over the fight is over." Scout looked away, embarrassed. "Besides, if you really died, I'd have no one to shine over
am
I right?" RED gave a light chuckle, looking back down at BLU. The copy was gaping, wide eyed.
"Th-thanks." He responded, and gave a little smile despite the hint of bragging in RED's voice. Suddenly his hand slipped. BLU tended, swinging his other hand up to claw at RED's arm. RED curled his arm.
"Come on, hurry climb up, we should both hold on these cables here," RED grunted as BLU frantically grasped onto his waist. The ropes on RED's leg tightened from the weight, making RED grit his teeth tightly.
"Yah leg, man, it's gonna break off if I climb up!" BLU whined, much to his own embarrassment.
"Nothing Doc can't fix, now hurry up before you fall! My arms gettin tired!" He responded roughly. BLU nodded and pulled himself up into his copy, straddling him to keep himself balanced. Looking up, more cables hung low, low enough that the boy could
/probably pull some of his weight off of RED to ease his pain. RED couldn't help looking at his copy straddling his waist, arms up exposing his belly. He could feel his face grow red.
Why am I feeling this way? He thought, mentally slapping himself. If he got a stiff one now this day would go from bad to worse.
"Is that a little bettah on your leg?" BLU said. RED only nodded, not trusting his voice to not squeak. BLU looked back up. "I think they will be looking for us by now, we should yell for them." With one hand cupping his mouth he screamed, "Hey anybody
/there? We're down here! Help! Doc? Solly? Hello!"
RED eyed his copy's stomach moving with his breath.
Why is this happening? At a moment like this! Somebody hurry up and help us!
"Hey I think someone is coming!" BLU yelled down to him, breaking his train of thought from moving from his stomach to his crotch. Suddenly a couple heads poked down from the edge.
"Ah herr Scout! Are you ok?" One said, obviously the Medic by his thick German accent.
"Oy, ya little buggah! What do yah think you're doing down there with the other lil posie?" The second, the Sniper, called down.
"Doesn't matter now just help us up will ya?" BLU shouted back, a growl in his voice. The two mercaneries looked at each other and backed away from the hole to devise a plan. Soon a rope was swung down the side, and BLU grabbed onto it quickly, relieving
/RED of the weight on his leg. Soon the copy was back out in sunlight, gasping.
"Oh thank god i thought I was a gonnah down there. We gotta get the othah out too!
Ah, so they were BLU mercaneries. Great.
RED heard arguing, and the other Scout arguing, his voice going higher with annoyance. Finally, the rope came back down. Scout grabbed the rope with his free hand and, using the other, unwrapped his broken leg painfully. BLU leaned over the hole, a hand
/outstretched to help RED out.
"Thanks." Scout murmured, near ready to faint from pain and fatigue. The Medic and Sniper looked at each other uneasily, and nodded their heads in acknowledgment. The German went to pick him up.
"Might as vell bring you to your base, you look like you can barely stand." The man said, reaching down and pulling the Scout into a bridal position. Rather than complain about it, RED collapsed into the large arms and nodded weakly. The Medic looked
/to the other BLUs. "You two back to base now, I'll look at you when I'm back." He looked at Scout at the last part, then turned and headed through the rain across the terrain. The REDDemo was drunkenly looking around, picking up rocks. "Scoot are
/ya there buddeh?" He murmured between belching. The Medic cleared his throat.
"Here he is," The man called from behind, causing the wobbly man to whip around with a glare. The BLU Medic expected him to throw a bomb or something but, to his surprise, laughed.
"Ah hahaha! Look at thee lil Scoot!" Demo began singing 'Here Comes the Bride'. The doctor rolled his eyes and held the boy out, to which the other man "lovingly" took him, swinging him about.
"Agh! Demoman, quit ya hurting me!" Scout screeched, pounding a fist on the drunks head. The doctor watched them disappear into the gates, Demoman humming, and Scout growling threats.
"Well that was... New." He murmured to himself before turning and heading back.
