I write Medic too much. I'm sorry everyone, I'll give you other characters sometime, I promise!
But for now:
READ ON!
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There was much merriment and death as two opposing forces endlessly assaulted one another, never to stop. RED's Medic looked worse for wear; his clothing was a mess, his glasses were missing a lens, his hair was mussed, and he was spewing blood everywhere. Of COURSE there wasn't anyone around to help treat him, of course not. And so, he tried to look inconspicuous as he dragged both he and his medigun into a darkened corner and tried to remember just how he had gotten into this mess.
Ah yes…
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"MEDIC!!" Medic was set on high alert, not for fear of a possible attack, but from anger that someone had the GALL to call for him when he was reloading his syringe gun. Nevertheless, he wandered through the base and was soon swept up by RED's Heavy Weapons Guy, "Follow me!" Heavy shouted as he rushed out to slaughter everyone. Medic twitched with anger, as he really didn't want to wander out into no man's land where he would be shot at first.
And then RED's Soldier shoved him out the door with Heavy, "Git out there and do yer ol' team proud!"
A syringe mysteriously embedded itself in the doorway, right next to Soldier's forehead; it twitched violently as it was held in place. Medic grumbled profanities in German as he rushed after Heavy.
The two arrived at the enemy base and Heavy rushed in, mowing down BLU's soldier and hidden Spy, and then going for their Engineer. Medic continued to watch their back, and looked at the wall behind them. His eyes widened at BLU's Demoman's sticky bombs, which were planted all over the front entryway. He whirled around and gave one warning for Heavy before diving from the base.
The bombs exploded, and there was pain.
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Medic cursed as he leaned against the BLU base to catch his breath. Wherever Heavy was, living or dead, he didn't care. He watched as he saw BLU's Scout fly through the air, intent on scurrying into RED's base. A few seconds passed, RED's Sniper gave the kid a headshot, and Medic shrugged lightly. When the adrenaline stopped punching through him and he remembered that he was in terrible pain, he glared at his medigun, wishing desperately that he could use it on himself. In fact, it just seemed so heavy all of a sudden, ever since the explosion. It was probably because he couldn't feel his right arm.
He looked down and groaned; he couldn't feel his right arm because it wasn't THERE anymore. He cursed again and prepared a tourniquet. It took a while, but he finally was able to cut off most of the bleeding out of his stub, and when he finished his "first aid", he proceeded to work with one of his syringes. He smiled at the fantastically long needle it possessed, and inspected the liquid within. It was all well and good, as someone seemed to have heard his pained grunts.
BLU's Pyro turned the corner and Medic stared at his/her mask. Pyro seemed to take some sort of glee in seeing his/her enemy's medic, bloody, armless and weaponless aside from a medical syringe. Medic couldn't even hold his bonesaw properly. It looked like an easy kill for Pyro until Medic smiled sadistically and stabbed the syringe into the enemy's arm. Pyro recoiled in surprise as the liquid was pushed forcefully into his/her veins.
The one-armed Medic waited patiently as Pyro attempted to light his/her flamethrower, but to no avail. His/her arm had fallen asleep. Medic's smile widened as Pyro worked to wake it back up, "Voopzie, Zat vazen't medicine…" he said softly, "Or… perhapz it vaz…"
And then Pyro looked up at his/her enemy, realization dawning. Medic had just pumped him/her full of anesthetic. Pyro dropped to the floor with a thud, and Medic tapped his left cheek with a quaint chuckle. Now, what to do with his new toy…?
And then he snapped his fingers. Of course! It was so simple. He was running out of good brains to dissect, anyway. Well, he couldn't exactly carry the whole body over to his base, so he pulled up his bonesaw with a grin usually reserved for spawns of Satan.
…Although, no one around the compound knew anything about his parentage, and it wasn't TOO farfetched…
Pyro was down and out as Medic knelt down next to his victim, "Don't vorray… Zis von't hurt a bit…" he spoke softly as he went to work. How benevolent he was. After all, he would let Pyro keep the rest of his body; Medic was only borrowing parts he desperately needed anyway!
RED's Soldier prepared to rocket launch into BLU's base, until he saw his medic, Heavy-less and one armed. Medic was dragging the bust of BLU's Pyro along the floor by the arm. Pyro had been cut from the left side of the collarbone to under the right underarm. Medic noticed that Soldier was staring, so he gave his teammate a wild eyed grin, his bonesaw held mysteriously between his teeth like a crazed, psychotic bastard.
Soldier scratched his helmet as Medic dragged himself (and his prey) back to base. There were experiments that needed to be done…
End
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Also I apologize if this sucks. I wrote it a long time ago; I gave it a once over but I'm always missing stuff that I have trouble on. So sorry in advance!