Hah, third chapter!
First off a special thanks to my reviwers, and hopefully this'll clear up a few questions you have had!
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We had only just made it back to the base, stupid spy always getting in the way of my freakin' fun. I must admit, that BLU Scout was un naturaly sexy and I want him...All of him.
I don't care how, I just want him. To mark him as mine before he dies.
I would be needing to tell the others back at base so they wouldn't get their paws on him, or hurt him. Everyone knew that I was the most uptight, even the Soldier cowered before me. Everytime I think about the first time I told him who was boss, I just have to smile. The look on his face was priceless freakin' priceless.
Ever since that day I'd been the co-leader of the group. The announcer was the leader of course and spy well, he was one of my best buddies. We bothed like kniving and getting our own way. We also loved pulling pranks and whatnot.
This time however, he was really starting to piss me off.
I had a new prey and I wasn't going to let anything, and I mean anything get in my way of him and me. Unless it wanted to be a free snack for me as I prowled on my prey.
Yes, that was right...The BLU Scout...Was now officialy marked as my prey. Mine only. I chuckled to myself as I realised of how much of a faggot I was actualy becoming. Oh well, it didn't matter.
Surely you've worked out my method of hunting? Right? Because I'm not explaining it to you, you'll just have to watch and observe. Quietly or I may retort to killing you instead.
"O.K, who fucked up this time?" I said as I looked over all my team mates, they all looked at me silently in return. I fuckin' hated it when they did that.
"It was either we fucked up, or you got their intel. So what one was it? Hm?" Still no answer. My patience with them was slipping away quite quickly...
"Alright you bunch o'fuckers, it's either you tell me what the fuck happened or I'll beat every-fuckin'-one of you with my bat with no fucking mercy!" I smiled inside as some of them quivered at my tone. I loved to be in charge.
Suddenly Hard Hat spoke up, his tone slightly shakey, but nobody noticed it...Much.
"We didn't exactly fuck up, it was more of us uh, being caught. Spah managed to get to the intel, but he was caught," I gave him a more relaxed look, I was afterall thankful he spoke up instead of me having to do what I did last time to them.
I think Hard Hat was the only one who could cheer me up at the moment, Spy had pissed me off afterall...right?
I let out a breath of relief, too bad he never spoken up sooner. Then I wouldn't have yelled.
"How the hell did you get caught Spy? I had the fastest distracted." I said that like it was important, but hell he had rollerblades on. Meaning he was going twice as quick,
"Well, it wasn't my intention on getting caught little boy, the other spy was in there." I almost facepalmed at the statement. Now he was starting to hate the guy. First thing was first though.
"Okay, so we're going to have to watch out for the BLU's spy, he seems like a smart fucker. Also...On another note," I paused to take a deep breath, I may be the strongest and second most deceptive but even I had my weak points, and that was confessing. I hated it. "nobody touches the Scout, the BLU Scout." My reply? A lot of gasps coming from my small crowd. Also I heard a few 'whys'. I decided to answer their question, this was the easy bit. "Because he's mine..." I possessively licked my lips. Boy I creeped myself out.
"Yours hm? In what way?" Damn fucking Spy and his fucking questions. It was damned obvious why. "Why the fuck do you think frenchie? He's mine...He's my new prey, I've took an intrest in him." Frenchie sniggered at me, "Why ask me the question mon petit when you answer it for me?" I simply looked at him, grinned, and stated "because you're too much of a douchebag to answer it for me. So I answered it for you."
After a while of pointless arguing as such I went to my room, sat on my bed and flicked through some of my childhood stuff. Like my old...OLD ball, my first baseball card I smiled at the next item. It was a simple item, but it reminded me of how fuckin' crazy I was.
The item you ask? Was my knife, covered in blood from my first victim. What? If somebody annoys me enough I will. I just went in stabbed and sped back out, I stayed there a little and maybe lapped up a bit of the blood. I'm crazy like that.
I licked my lips remembering the salty warm fluid running down my throat like a river of sorts.
Now you know that I'm truely an insane little boy, my parents allowed me here simply because they hoped I would get killed. So far, their lucks gone bad. As in I've survived rather than died.
I placed all of my stuff away and just layed on my bed with my eyes closed. I knew that something was stalking me, but not physically. Like something was going to go dearly wrong and it usualy happened. Stupid Karma...
On the other hand there is a good feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something may go incredibly right. I'm looking forward to it, really I am.
I know exactly what I'm going to do to him on our next meeting...It's going to be a fun meeting...A very fun meeting indeed. I licked my lips at the thought and smiled, my heart was jumping with joy slightly. But that was probably because I was such a sick bastard...
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Sorry guys, leaving it there ;P
