Happy (late) Halloween everyone! There's a story behind this, but I'm tired and working on my novel so I can't be bothered with it. For now, just enjoy:

READ ON!

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RED's Scout chuckled softly as he snuck into the enemy base. What a snap! There was hardly a sound, and he assumed no one even noticed that he had entered the compound.

He assumed wrong. Bullets whizzed past his face, and he scrambled to the side. He stared disbelievingly at the wall where his head once was; it was pumped full of so much lead, Scout couldn't help but gulp audibly.

Suddenly, something came out of the shadows behind Scout. The young man screamed as someone silently grappled him from behind. Scout thought quickly and jabbed his bat into the assailant's gut. The enemy barely flinched but recoiled just enough to let the skinny man squirm from the iron grip. Scout whipped his scattergun up and whirled around to face his enemy. He stopped dead in his tracks.

His attacker was unmistakably BLU's Engineer, but there was something inherently different about him. He was a ghastly pale color, and his right hand was missing. What made Scout's blood run cold, however, was the fact that his favorite wrench had been grafted onto the missing limb.

Scout gave a shout as Engineer dove forward wordlessly, swinging his hand-wrench at the intruder. The RED supporter got away in time, but he was close enough to notice why Engineer wasn't speaking at all.

His lips had been sewn shut with ghastly Xs that stretched across his lips. The blood that poured from the wounds was many days old and caked there; apparently the Engineer was too hopped up on whatever drugs he was on to care. Whoever did THAT to the enemy Engineer was definitely sick off his ass, and Scout made sure to voice his opinions on the matter:

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god…!" Scout shouted, backing away hastily. It was then that he heard something and turned to the side. With a yelp, he jumped away just as a round of bullets zoomed straight at him, and he pulled up his pistol and fired brazenly at his attacker. BLU's Sniper stared at him with nary a flinch as the bullets hit him. He as well looked deathly pale, and he held his sub-machine gun not at his hip, but in his chest. It was too dark to see clearly, but Scout assumed his kukri had met the same fate as Engineer's wrench; it had been grafted onto a missing limb of his own.

Scout had enough of this. He about faced and ran, barely dodging a coordinated attack from both Sniper and Engineer. RED thought he was home free, until something shot at him, barely grazing his arm. He whirled around and his eyes widened in fear.

BLU's Scout, looking no better than his counterparts, advanced upon him with pistol in hand. RED's Scout was quicker, however, and lifted his scattergun. BLU's Scout's brains exploded in purple.

RED's Scout stared as his impossibly vibrant counterpart bled PURPLE blood.

Scout tried not to dwell on it and instead whirled around to escape, but he found that it was impossible. BLU's incredibly white Heavy was blocking his path back to his base. How he wished he had brought backup! He gave a cry as Heavy charged him. Where the hell could he go? "Someone! Someone, HELP!"

BLU's Pyro was exiting the base as Scout rushed towards it in a desperate attempt to evade Heavy's swinging arms. S/he was the only one that didn't look any different (as of course Scout couldn't actually see any of his/her skin), but his/her movements were sluggish like the rest of the group. If Scout didn't know any better, he'd say they were... they were moving like zombies…

Scout yelped as Pyro swung his/her axe at Scout, who hopped on top of it and rocketed himself to the sniper deck. There, he tried to turn and leap back to base with the roof of the bridge to help him avoid whom he dubbed "Zombie-Heavy", but he was cut short by "Zombie-Sniper's" chest SMG, which fired tons of bullets upwards. He scrambled back to avoid getting struck from the front, and instead was struck from behind.

BLU's Soldier seemed to relish the resounding "CRACK" that resulted from the broad side of his shovel connecting with the young Scout's head. Scout flew nearly a foot before he landed, bounced, and landed again. His head swam as the white-faced Soldier advanced upon him, and the young man spat out a tooth. He tried to regain his bearings, and when he realized that his headset had been broken beyond repair, he knew that he was alone in the enemy base. He was royally screwed, but he wasn't going down without a fight.

"Zombie-Soldier" shambled forward to inspect Scout, but the young man was ready. He grasped the man's leg and lifted, causing his enemy to flip over and land on his back. Scout then struggled to stand without passing out. If he could just get out… he'd be able to tell the others what was going on here… He could…

Scout was interrupted from his thoughts as he saw BLU's Demoman (who looked the most ghoulish of all; having absolutely no pigment in his skin made him practically unrecognizable) launch a few pipe bombs at the boy. Scout gave a scream and leapt away, flying further from the resulting explosion. He lost his hat somewhere during the explosion, but he'd give up ANYTHING by now to get out of the hell hole with his life. He rolled along the floor a bit and used the momentum to rocket himself upright and rush for what he hoped to GOD would be an exit to this insane asylum. He barely got two feet before he was promptly clothes-lined by "Zombie-Heavy".

"NO!" Scout shouted as the inhumanly giant THING wrapped his meaty hand and lifted the young man up effortlessly, as if he were no more than a doll. Scout drew up his pistol and fired six rounds into the man's shoulder. He didn't even twitch, even as the wounds spewed the sickly, thick, purple goo. The young man dropped his weapon and prayed that his scatter gun would do the trick.

"Zombie-Heavy" didn't let him act out his plan. He swung Scout around until he slammed his captive into a wall. The scattergun sprung from the Reliable Excavator's hand and it clattered to the ground. He fought to breathe, but with his enemy's hand around his neck and his throat filling to the brim with his own blood, he came to realize he'd drown in his blood before he could escape from this hellish nightmare.

"Somebody…!" he managed to plead as he hacked up blood. He continued to cry out as if there was anyone in the base that could hear him or cared for his wellbeing, "Please…! Help me…!"

"Now now, don't be too rough on zee boy… hiz flesh iz much more delicate zan yours…" Scout wasn't sure whether to be glad to hear another voice or to be scared shitless that Heavy seemed to be LISTENING to it. Heavy released his tight grip on his captive's neck, but Scout continued to hover in the air; he was held tightly by the arm this time. Scout's head was swimming from loss of blood and pumping adrenaline, but he recognized that accent immediately.

It was that bastard, BLU's Medic. He was the only one who seemed alright. Scout should have known, "Wh… what!?" Scout shouted, hacking up his own blood such that his mouth resembled a red fountain, "What… what is this!?"

"I hope you like my… collection…" Medic said with a wide, psychotic, maniacal grin, "Zey are my pride und joy…"

"This… You did all of this!?" Scout shouted, his body screaming at him in pain for overusing something as simple as his vocal chords, "What… Wh… HOW!?"

"Just call me zee heir ov Dr. Schabbs," Medic replied, looking pleased with himself. Scout wasn't sure why Medic seemed so happy when he mentioned that name, especially when that was the answer to Scout's inane babble, but he didn't bother to dwell on it, as Medic was pulling out a rather large syringe filled with the most horrible looking gook that Scout could possibly imagine at the moment, "It took me zo long to find a moment to help zeir… transformation. Zey vere so buzy rushing about like fliez. I couldn't let zuch a… delightful troop get hurt until I could properly vork on zem, vouldn't you say…?"

"You are a sick sick SICK MAN," Scout shouted as Medic's hoard moved to surround their master (Scout hoped it would be to eat him, but no, apparently they wanted to protect him), "This is… what ARE these things?"

"Mutantz, my dear boy, zey're my mutant army. 'Uber' zere iz my pride und joy. Uber, zay 'ello' to zee guest," Scout winced when Heavy grunted; his lips may have been sewn shut but apparently his vocal chords still worked, "Vell? Vat do you zink?"

"I 'ZINK' that this is NEVER going to fly! What are you going to do with these guys, anyway?"

"Zis base iz mine, all ov it. And soon, everyzing else vill be mine as vell…" Medic chucked lightly, pushing his glasses tenderly up the bridge of his nose. He giggled, and then cackled aloud, "Vonce zese battles und bases are done for, I vill have more and more of my children! Not even our Fearless Leader can zit idly by! I vill crush HER under my heel as vell! All vill fall before Dr. Schabbs' medicine! NOZING vill stand in my way!" Scout stared in utter disgust and horror as Medic cackled madly to the sky. Scout's ears began to ring from his screeching. However, he also realized that this was his chance, if there was any chance to be taken. He pulled up his last weapon, his solid metal bat, and swung hard at his captor's head. There was a hideous CRACK that sounded like he may have snapped the… the "thing's"… neck.

Medic gave a shout when Uber roared in pain, screaming loud enough to rend his sewed lips asunder. Scout was amazed the creature was still able to move, but he didn't really care by this point. He was able to wriggle from the giant "mutant's" grasp, and he attempted to flee with Medic and his mutants on the young man's heels. Scout didn't even look back, but he heard Medic shout after him, "Stop heem! STOP ZAT BOY!"

Scout couldn't stop. He just had to get out of there. That's all he had to do. He could outrun them! He could get away! He just had to warn the other REDs about this crackpot's ideas and they could blow the place to smithereens!

And then Scout felt pain. Sniper's chest SMG struck him from behind, leaving him wounded in his shoulder, side, and calf. He practically dropped to the floor from the hamstringing, but he fought with himself to keep going. He was slowed considerably, but he wouldn't stop! He couldn't stop! He had to…!

Engineer's wrench then came down upon the back of the young man's head, effectively severing Scout's central nervous system, and the RED supporter crumpled to the ground. He couldn't move anymore; his body was filled with adrenaline that his damaged body couldn't use. He couldn't even twitch or convulse, thinking, wondering, hoping, SCREAMING words that he could not voice. Medic congratulated his pets as he approached the young man and knelt at his side.

Someone… Someone… please… No… Scout wasn't afraid of dying. That just came with the territory. But the thought that perhaps this monster could use his body, his likeness, to fight and kill his friends and innocent people? He'd rather be dead, he'd rather be… Someone… kill me now… please…

"You know, you are a very naughty boy…" Medic admonished the young man who could not even register that he was being spoken to, "You killed one ov my pets… And although it vould be better to use a body fully capable of life… I'll zee vat I can do… avter all, you share a great many attributes zat he had…"

Please… don't let him do this to me…

"And vat iz it zey used to zay? 'An eye for an eye'?"

I want to die…

The needle was injected into his jugular vein; the pain didn't even register with the young man. All he could feel was his sanity slipping.

Don't let this happen. My friends… my family…

…Mommy…

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End

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Hope you guys enjoyed it!