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I changed into the clothes and looked into the body mirror that was beside the nightstand. I look so awesome... I look like a legit Spy. The clothes fitted perfectly on my body, it made me look more mature. My hair was left down, I stuffed my long thick brown hair into the mask. Most of it was hidden, besides some of the smaller strands that decided to peak from the top of my head. They fell down the front of my face reaching to the length of my eyebrows, similar to the Medic. I felt so confident and empowered after I put on the uniform. I looked back toward the bed and didn't see any of the weapons. Probably have to get them from Spy during training, makes sense.

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~{:Chapter 8- Battle time:}~

Shuffling my way through the hall, I made my way downstairs to the training gym. My hand pushed the door open-it resembled to one of a hospital door-easy access. I looked around expecting to see a slim man be in the middle of the room, but no he wasn't there. At all. I figured he must have forgot, or was running late. Wait, seriously? No, that is the most crazy made-up thing I've ever thought. A Spy, late? Really, no he was hiding. I turned around just in time to see him materialize right in front of me. I stepped back to hold some distance between us. He held his hands politely behind his back and paced around me, like I was his prey. I stood still and kept my eyes forward.

"Hm...I was really hoping to scare you, ma chérie." He stopped pacing and faced in front of me. He shrugged and got closer; about 2-3 feet away. "Hit me." I stumbled on his words. Hit him? How does this have to do wi-. Without a slight hesitation his arm swung back and came forward with force. My heart raced and I tilted my head to the right and quickly grabbed his wrist from reaching any closer to my face. In defense, Spy took his free hand and grabbed my neck. As a result I made my right hand grab his left preventing him to hold my neck any tighter, he came closer to me hitting the back of my shin with his foot causing me to fall. His body hovered over mine, knees bent down by my sides, his right hand on my left, and the other around my neck. His facial expression changed, from serious gentlemen-like to animalistic killer. I stared in fear, I couldn't move. Move, do something! He's going to kill you! Words that kept repeating and repeating in my head, but nothing happened. A thousand years must have past by, it seemed so long before he finally got off me and tried to unwrinkle his suit. I stayed on the ground trying to figure out what just happened. He stood over me and gave me a hand up. I didn't even look at him, I looked down at the ground trying to just figure out what got over me.

"You're too tense, you need to relax. I could 'ave killed you right then and zhere. Zhe BLU Spy could 'ave killed without a second thought. Those types of actions won't be of use on zhe battlefield." He sighed, looking at his watch. "We 'ave an hour or two before our battle begins. I'm afraid we won't 'ave enough time so I'm just going to show zhe basics."

I nodded still distracted from our previous roulette. He made his way over to the table in the corner of the room, I followed. When I made my way over he turned around looking at me, my eyes trained down seeing a rag in his hands. Something was underneath creating a huge clump. His fingers delicately unraveled the cloth revealing what I was dying to see. A beautiful butterfly knife, a gun, disguise kit, watch, and sapper. I couldn't help but grin at the sight of it; he place them back on the table and gave me a description of each one. First off was the knife, his hands guided over the weapon and picked it up. He flipped it open, so swiftly, professionally, strictly.

" 'Ere is your knife, this will be your primary weapon. It's going to be your lifeline, your person. Your balisong iz you, if you give any second thought so will it. If your person makes the wrong move so will you. If you're smooth, calm, quick, clean, so iz your weapon."

I stared at the him and the weapon in fascination. They way he described it, being another person, my person. It intrigued me for what else he had to say.

"Zhis will be you're back up, your secondary weapon." He held up the gun analyzing it's structure. "Zhis iz your ambassador, whenever you get into a bad situation use it. Zhis will represent your accuracy, similar to zhe balisong you need to stay calm, collected, smooth. One mistake can cost you your life." He sounded serious on the last sentence which made me somewhat intimidated by the whole concept. I nodded my head emotionless trying to calm myself down from all the new information I was getting.

He placed down the weapon grabbing the next one. It's structure was different. It looked like a small metal case, one that looked like a wallet.

"Zhis is called a disguise kit, et will disguise you as any of the opposing teammates. For instance." He popped open the kit punching in some random pattern and shape shifted into an opposing teammate. "Now dis is gonna be your identity out on da battlefield. Ya' don't necessarily HAVE to use it but it's good once in a' while." His voice sounded similar to the Bostonian. "Oh and uh, ya' gotta try to imitate their voices and personalities, otherwise ya' just gonna die and look like an idiot." Yup, definitely Scout. He materialized out of the disguise and continued. "Zhe disguise will be your lies, misconception. Determine how persuasive you are." I could tell he purred a little at the last part. His voice seemed to change in tone, pitch, EVERYTHING! Not only that but his facial expression seemed seductive, or in this case, persuasive. I continued to look unphased and watched him pick up the next object.

"Zhis is going to be your cloak, or rather your stealth. You'll become invisible to your enemies and disappear in a plume of smoke. You'll be a cat in the night, agile, delicate and sly." His eyes lite up, passion in his voice was inspirational. He seemed so proud and excited to be telling me what it took to be a Spy; what it meant to be a Spy. "You won't be able to be seen by other enemies for a specific amount of seconds. In other words 'ave a plan before using it directly. Your skills in problem solving will come in handy when using zhis device. Lastly, we 'ave zhe sapper." The device looked like the disguise kit except bigger and obviously for a different use. He explained it's purpose of use(symbolically). He gave a quick tutorial on how to use them and then checked his watch.

"Well we are out of time, we 'ave to get going." He walked past me and I gathered all my new things, putting my watch on, placing my knife and disguise kit in my back pockets, putting the gun between the straps on my thigh, and holding the sapper. I followed him out the door and into the respawn where everyone was preparing. He showed me where I would put all of my things after the battle ended. Wow my very own cubby hole, sweet. I smiled a bit and observed the other cubby holes. The very first one had, what looked like, the Pyros things. An extra mask on the side of the wooden supply carrier, a neatly hung fireproof suit, and a red floral handbag? Moving on. The second spot held Spy's perfectly unwrinkled suit jacket and polished shoes, hanging next to his were Soldiers patriotic jacket, and above in the small shelf was a supply of war helmets. Why he has so many of them... beats me. Next in the three small shelves were Engineers orange-yellow hard hat, Snipers hat, and the next shelf over were Medic's supplies; including a band-aid kit and stethoscope. Beneath the mercenaries hats and supplies was Scout's head piece. He mostly likely wanted that spot all to himself. In the third section of the cubby hold held Demomans demolition vest, Heavies sling of bullets, and his shoes. An interesting bunch really. Same applied to the ladies side. Everything was exactly the same, except for the sizes and style. I didn't really have anything in my section yet, due to the fact that I'm new and I had no idea what I was doing. Anyways, I heard the announcements come on reminding us the battle was going to start in 10 minutes. As short of a time as that seemed, it felt like an hour that seemed to last forever. It was because I was nervous, I felt like it was the first day of school. You feel nervous, anxious about doing something wrong. You wonder if you'll fit in, you don't want to screw anything up. That's exactly how I felt, I didn't know what to expect from this war, let alone how it even played out. I've been hearing a few things here or there about how it went down, but hearing something is completely different from experiencing it on your own. I sat on the wooden bench thinking about everything, strategies, components, backups, backups to those backups, the whole game plan. Spy must have saw me concentrating too hard because I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder and looked up seeing him.

"Your nervous, I can tell."

I looked up at him rubbing my arms for security. Was it that obvious?

"I'm afraid so" he looked away from me and toward the wall staring at it before continuing, I looked at him shocked. Great, now he can read minds all of the sudden! What can he not do. "Zhe way you stare out to space, your facial expressions change when you think too hard. You were tapping your right foot rapidly indicating you are either impatient or nervous, but zhen again being impatient could also mean you're nervous. Not to mention zhat you were carelessly picking at the skin of your fingers to zhe point they're starting to bleed." He paused and looked at me. I looked down at my hands seeing that the side of my thumb was starting to bleed. I immediately stopped and sucked on my finger using the saliva to wash away the blood. I sighed giving into his guess.

"Don't worry, things will be complicated no doubt-you will soon find out-in zhe end you'll start to get use to everything and zhen it will be a breeze."

"Mission begins in 5 minutes." said the Announcer

I looked at the speaker and back to Spy giving him a fake smile, although he could probably tell. He wavered off and got ready for battle. He's right, you need to calm down. You're a Spy after all. I never fully understood how Spy did, or any of the mercenaries at that, what they did. I pondered in my mind what their first reaction was when they were in my position. I mean, they were brought here like me right?

"Mission begins in 5..."

My heart thumped instantaneously at the words. Wait?! Already?

"4..."

I second checked my things and got ready for battle, or well tried.

"3..."

This was it, I'm going into battle.

"2..."

I took a deep breath.

"1..."

Just like that the gates opened and everyone yelled punch lines, scrambling onto the battlefield. I, of course, was the last to go out onto the battlefield with the rest. I looked at my watch pressing the button and cloaked. I quickly used it to my advantage and ran out of respawn heading out into the action. Already I was overwhelmed by the amount of people, enemies, teammates. They were all dispersed everywhere. I witnessed them be shot, burned, exploded in front of me. Now I know why they gave me all those psychological questions and tests. Anyone watching this could go crazy and panic within a heartbeat. I managed to stay calm and work my way around over to the enemies base, and trust me when I say it was NOT I repeat NOT EASY! I swear I almost got burned alive by that demonic creature they dare call The Pyro! I've never felt so alive, nor scared in my life. My cloak failed to keep me materialized at least twice now. For some reason I kept forgetting that I was limited to invisibility. In those two times, I was lucky a trusty teammate was nearby, killing the enemy Pyro each time. I made it up into a tall tower looking for safety while I had the last few remaining seconds on my cloaking device.

Big mistake.

When I went up into the tower I saw one of the Snipers, his blue shirt clearly identifying himself. He looked out into the distance picking off my team one by one, like little ants. They were the ants, he was the one holding the magnifying glass. The Blu Sniper seemed to be too concentrated on his aim he didn't even sense that I was there. Then again, I was quiet getting up here so he probably didn't even notice. I took this precious moment and sneaked my way over behind him. It was quite amusing watching him mutter to himself every time he got a head shot. Did our Sniper do this as well? Something I will definitely have to look out for. My feet couldn't have been quieter. I was close enough where I could have stole his hat and made a run for it. I flipped out my knife, but it made a clanking noise a little louder than I had expected. My cloak materialized behind him and he turned around sharply standing up with his Kukri, automatically in his hand. I could only gasp in shock as his length towered before me. I forgot how tall he was compared to me, I guess the requirements were very specific when it came to characteristics. We stood in front of each other, screams and taunt sounds in the background. My mind jumbled into a hot mess, I wasn't even sure if I had time to comprehend. My first thought Fight or Flight. I could stand my ground and try to fight the slim lanky man, or I could make a run for it and try again another time. Fortunately my option was chosen for me, run. He came lunging toward me with his ridiculously large sharp knife. In desperation to stay alive I swung to the side and ran toward the exit but was pulled away landing on the hard ground. The man towered over me pointing the sharp end of the knife close to my throat. I stood still both in fear and shock.

"Where do ya' think your going?" An evil grin rose to the BLU Snipers face.

He started mumbling these other words but I ignored them looking around seeing my surroundings. The exit was just to my right-possibly 2 feet away, just behind him was a crate just a few feet from the wall. I looked at the position I was in, perfect. I gave him a smirk and rolled to my side getting away from the threatening object before quickly lifting up two of my feet and pushing them toward his stomach, similar to that of a kangaroo except... on the ground. He stumbled backward and tripped over the crate tumbling to the ground and hitting his head on the wall. He gave out a cry of pain and I took the chance to make a run for it. I made a few steps toward the exit and made my way to freedom, supposedly. I looked down seeing my cloaking device was all charged up and immediately used it. I disappeared from his sights hearing him swear out loud.

I went to one of the corners of the BLU base checking to see if I was clear before decloaking. I took a few breathes recollecting myself. Calm... I need to stay calm... How did Spy do all this stuff, I mean I know he has years of practice but who could get use to this. Ever. I took a deep breath and got my head back in the game. A shred of confidence came over me. I remembered that Spy talked about the disguise kit, so I decided, why not try it out. I was pretty good with impressions, once I got to know everyone better. I looked through all the combinations and decided it would be best to change into a Pyro. After all you wouldn't have to do much talking, just mumbling.

My form changed along with the appearance of the color BLU instead of RED. My figure fitted like that of a Pyro. I looked around seeing no one and walked over to the Engineer that apparently was in the corner fixing his teleporter.

"Hey Pyro, What are ya' doing over here? Shouldn't ya' be helpin' push the cart little fella?" The man stopped what he was doing and looked into the eyes of the gas mask. My heart started to pound with nervousness. What should I say, what should I do? The only thing I could do.

"MHm...MHPHMFGHM?!"

"Uh... You alright there buddy? Sounds like your comin' down with somethin'." His back straightened and tossed his wrench on his shoulder, placing his right hand on his hip. I only nod and give a thumps up. He chuckled and asked me to do something for him real quick.

"Well since you're here, mind helping me set up the teleporter for a sec?"

I nod once again and go in front of him bending down toward the teleporter. As I was going to look up waiting for another command I felt something hard hit me on the head. The pain throbbed like a terrible headache. I fell to the ground, my disguise wore off revealing my true self. My head turned toward the laughing engineer. I winced at the pain that throbbed within me and look in confusion.

"I'm guessin' you're the new recruit Spa' was suppose to get. Word of advice, make sure you know who you're foolin' before ya' go and do whatever you tried ta' do." I looked away in shame and heard the hammer of his gun cock. I closed my eyes and felt my headache go away. A new pain appeared in my chest feeling like someone was tearing my insides out. It wasn't long before I blacked out and saw the light to the respawn. I gasped loudly breathing heavily, I felt like a huge weight was on my chest. It kept constricting every time I breathed. I held my chest and bent over trying to catch a breath, some of the mercenaries would pass by giving a small glimpse of sympathy. It must have been the same reaction they've seen on all the new recruits, perhaps a memory of when they first stated the job. I stood back up and calmed my breathing. I guess working here you have to get use to the feeling.

I stood back up, tightened my grip on my serpents resolve, and had a passion of determination.

I went out through the gates immediately hearing the shrieks of my enemies and teammates. I ignored the shouts and cries and focused on my objective. I was going to take it slow and add from there. My first objective, getting a backstab. I cloaked remembering the limited amount of time and hid in on of the corners behind enemy lines. I sneakingly stole some of the BLU Engie's supplies to resupply my own, earning myself some more time to stay cloaked. I reached one of their checkpoint buildings and hid waiting patiently. I waited a few minutes before I saw a BLU Medic come across the walkway, PERFECT! I saw that his health was already low, so why not take the opportunity to finish the job. I narrowed in on my prey and watch his every move carefully. I got behind him uncloaked and made my move. My left hand covered his mouth as the knife punctured his back, no mercy, no hesitation. It was quick and smooth. Not bad for my first time, might I just say. I noticed I caught him by surprised as his body stiffened at the sudden action and then everything went limp. The knife acted like a key, it fit perfectly into the crease of his back. Man did it feel sweet to have satisfaction of the balisong plunge into something so pure. It felt like I'd been waiting ages for that one thing to happen, and let me say. It was entirely worth it. I felt his struggling lessen as his body had finally gave out. Soon I let go hearing the thump that signified he'd fell to the floor. I breathed in slowly closing my eyes to calm down the adrenaline.

"I assume zhis is your first time killing."

I instantly looked behind me seeing the enemy Spy come out from the shadows. His cigarette light burning into the air leaving smoke behind. My eyes widened as I steadied by grip on the knife. He walked toward me, unphased or fearful for what I should have done. His gaze looked up and down at me. I felt his emotionless grayish-blue eyes judge my every move, every breath and confidence-which was slowly diminishing.

"Lucky for you zhat was our new Medic. He doesn't pose much of a threat, in fact I don't think he's survived within 10 seconds of zhis putrid war." He gave a disgusted face and flicked his cigarette to the floor, my eyes followed it as he stomped out its life. My eyes trailed up toward him as he came close, too close. I practically felt his breath on my face. "Madame, why are you here?"

A reasonable question, just strange. Why was the enemy wasting time with me, why was I wasting time with the enemy. He asking me this question. I could kill him right now right here, he COULD kill me, but I didn't. He didn't, yet. I listened, why is beyond me. I crossed my arms looking him up and down not answering. I wasn't falling for his tricks, what game was he playing at.

"The bomb has almost reached the final terminus! HAHAHA!" I heard the administrator laugh off the intercom and turned my attention back to the Spy.

"What a shame for you ma petite, I believe I will be seeing you fairly soon. Zhis conversation shall continue soon enough, Au revoir!"

Wait.. Au revoi-. How stupid could I have been, ignorant, oblivious, UH! I knew I should've done something, why did I bother listening! A sharp blade came swinging down my back. How could I have been so distracted, the scene played over and over again. The shiny blade hitting at the perfect angle, the perfect style. My cries dying out with my last gasp of fresh air. He was swift and intelligent at the right precision. What was wrong with me, I had an objective and succeeded but was distracted by a professional manipulator. I should have seen it coming, whatever. It's a failure that can be learned upon. Don't trust anyone. No distractions. No failures.

We lost.

That's all.

We lost, terribly. I respawned after the humiliation round was over, I didn't understand the concept of it. All it adds is more anger and stress to the situation, but perhaps that's what they were going for. The respawn room seemed to be a little bit darker than usual. It probably had to do with the fact that we lost, everyone's mood was negative. I didn't feel anything though, I didn't feel happy nor sad. I didn't feel... anything. I just observed as time seemed to go in slow motion, everything seemed to last longer. I saw both the Medic and Heavies leave the room in silence. The Soldiers argued over each others battle flaws. Scout tried to calm down the FemScout, I could see rage furry within her. Sniper walked off at some point, I didn't quite see him leave though. Both the Engineers compromised with each other and tried to calm down the Soldiers. My eyes looked around the room seeing the Demos drunk as usual, although they seemed to be aware of what happened and didn't speak for the night. Pyro sat on the other side of the same bench as me, staying quiet and out of the problematic drama. I saw about everyone Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Engie, Heavy, Demo, Sniper, Medic, all who was left was Spy. He must have slipped away as well, just like the Sniper. The mercenaries left one by one out of respawn; all with frowns on their faces.

I felt kind of guilty I hadn't done much for the team. Yeah I got a backstab, but the guy was a newbie just like me. They couldn't have expected to much from me, although I could have made a better effort at it.

Surely no one got any good sleep for the night. It should have been confirmed when barely anyone came down for dinner, I nodded at Pyro thanking him for the meal. Once some of the mercenaries finished with their meal we did our routine washing the dishes afterwards. The rest of the mercs left to sleep in their room or drink themselves out of their misery. I decided to take a small walk outside. I walked out of the base and to somewhere isolated but in short distance so I wouldn't get lost. I needed somewhere quiet to think, but as quiet as the base seemed today I wanted to feel alone. As contradicting as that may sound, yes I wanted to be surrounded by family, but for another reason I felt like we were all distant. I found myself walking over to a huge canyon that held a breathtaking sight. It's magnificent view of the horizon line. The stars seemed to sparkle ten times brighter than all the places I've been too. I rested my body upon the cool ground and placed my hands behind my head and gave out a heavy sigh feeling contempt. My gaze reached the stars as my thoughts exploded asking questions and answering them the best I could with my logical self. I reviewed over my day.

The battle seemed to have more meaning than I had expected. It seemed to lose it's pattern, everything was out of place and unexpected. Does that make it predictable? Every living human-being that was chosen for the job all have different personalities but all the same characteristics. It made me think about the people who had the same titles as me. What they had to go through and what process they went through trying to get to where I am now. Everything came with practice, blood, guts, and glory. Come to think of it, how long did they say I had to be here? How could I have forgotten already? I wish my parents were here, my little sister. She would know what to say, she always knew what to say. I slightly laughed at the thought a tear streaming down my face. She always knew how to make me laugh at times like this. She always listened to my thoughts. That's definitely something I'll miss.

"Beautiful night, non?"

I jumped at the sudden sound almost having a heart attack.

"Calm down ma chérie it's just moi."

Are you kidding me! No one just does that! I COULD HAVE HAD A HEART ATTACK! It took me a little before my heart really came down it's normal rate. I glared at him angered, but only managed to receive a petty chuckle.

"Congratulations on your first backstab. Must be exciting for you." He sat next to me looking up at the stars as well.

I stayed silent, although it was very nice.

"How did you think, being your first time in battle after all." His voice sounded so smooth, it almost put me to sleep. I didn't know how to respond, do I say yes? Do I tell him what happened with the enemy Spy... What do I do.

He waited patiently for a few, but then the atmosphere got rather awkward. "I see you are still choosing not to speak, et's fine I suppose I will try again another day." He got up ready to leave me.

My heart sank at the thought. I didn't want him to leave just yet, I needed someone to talk too. I mean, he's already heard my voice in my sleep so theirs nothing to be ashamed about. I also have an excuse if it all backfires anyways, I saved him. A professional killer saved by a homeless teenager. Besides, I wanted to know a little bit more about him. His mind was intriguing to me, I needed to know more. I had his odd feeling something about him seemed distracted.

Say something, he's walking away... COME ON!

"...Wa...W-Wait..." The words came out mumbled and quiet, though the wind seemed to carry it farther than expected. He stopped and turned around, I instantly waited for an expression. He didn't look shocked but he seemed relaxed. He positioned himself back in his spot, looking back up at the stars grinning with that smug face of his.

To be continued...

YAY! HEY GUYS! Sorry it's been a while, schools been distracting and all that. So I dedicated this week to type, edit, and review this chapter. Hopefully I corrected most of the spelling errors and made meaningful sentences. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! UNTIL NEXT TIME! Also if I don't post a chapter anytime next week or some time during Christmas Break, MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANUKA, KWANZAA, ETC!