Madeline went down the second set of stairs, into the sewers. She went through the watery tunnels quietly, trying to breathe soft. She found her way to the last spot she saw the monster, only to see he wasn't there.
"He is here somewhere, where else would he go?" She thought. She straightened up, and called for him.
"Hello?" she asked out. "I know you're here, no one else knows but me that you're here."
Nothing.
She sloshed the water around with her boots, before leaning against the smooth cement wall. She quickly noticed the water she moved had ripples, but the ripples were heading back to her, having bounced off something very close. She slid her boot against the surface of the water, to find it bounced off something invisible infront of her!
"No wonder no one's found you yet..." She said, staring infront of her. "You're a monster that can go invisible; like a Spy."
"You are, 'ow you say? A smart one." Said a heavy french accent. In a slow-forming cloud of gray, he appeared. Again, she only saw him from the waist up, and he was dressed up much like the spies; a dark pinstripe suit, blue in color, with a matching balaclava.
"Wait, you're just a spy." Madeline said. "Sure, spies are monsters of their own sort, but-"
"Non, I am..." He crossed his arms, sinking into the water. "Un monstre."
"Wait, no, no don't go." She put a hand on his shoulder. He didn't sink more into the water, but he moved out of her reach.
"I do not trust medics." He snarled, showing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Medics are zee reason why I am like... like zhis!"
"I wasn't one of the medics that hurt you." Madeline said, curtly. "And as far as I've seen, you're fine, despite a bit angst-filled."
Thanks to the spy's reaction, she learned he was, truly, not fine.
He quickly slid out of the water, from the waist down it seemed like an infinite amount of tentacles. She pushed herself against the wall behind her out of shock, and watched him climb up the wall, and hang from the ceiling, staring at her.
"W-what are you?" She stammered. He continued to stare down at her for what felt like several minutes.
"I will believe jou meant to say, "who", for jour sake." He sighed. "I, I cannot remember my name, zhe medics zhat did zhis to moi gave me... zo many drugs..."
She stood and went through being calm at time to tense, even scared at some points, for the man as he told his story, as much as he would tell her. They had drugged him, forced him into operations, combined him with an octopus, that was all Madeline could catch that he spoke in english.
"I feel zhey are still zhere, every time I hear a battle, je me cache," he said, quietly. "I 'ide." He looked around. "Forgive moi if i seem... tense, I 'aven't talked zo much to anozzer 'uman in... zo long."
"No, no, that's understandable," Madeline said. "You've apparently been here a long time." She caught on her breath something she remembered. "I saw you, the other night."
"Ah, zhat was you, zhat night?" He asked of her. She nodded, and explained that she saw him dissapear into the water, too quickly for her to see much. "Oh, I went to 'ide. I zhought jou were ze... ozzer one zhat comes through here. Ze black drunken man."
"He was injured in battle, and since it was late, I went to do the weekly sewer check so the other medic could watch him." She explained.
And from there, the two just continued their short, yet friendly banter, awkward as it was, with the octopus spy tense around medics, and Madeline being face-to-face with a "monster".
"Shouldn't jou get back up to wherever jou're supposed to be?" mentioned the mutated spy.
"I dunno; should I?" Madeline chuckled. "Ah, you're right, I'll need some sleep. And a shower, it doesn't exactly smell like roses down here."
"Ah, zhat would be dead bodies." He replied. Madeline's jaw dropped. "What did jou expect, I have to eat."
This was a quiet day, thought Madeline. Madeline was still sorting out profiles and medical information on everyone at the BLU base of 2Fort. She did this while not tending to the several injured from the previous battle. Though every few minutes, she would have to get up, routine checks, someone needed water, more painkillers for Scout, (who was finally out of her hair), along with dealing with out-of-battle casualties, which, not surprisingly, were mostly scouts.
Several scouts were on the second level off the ground of the fort, and one jumped on a dare, and missed the roof of the bridge, only to fall in the water. They made their way to him and pulled him out, and with sheepish looks on their face, brought him to the Med-bay, hoping only one of their medics were in.
"YOU DARED HIM TO WHAT?" yelled Madeline.
"Hey, don't yell at us, ya' lady!" One of the scouts argued at her. "All scouts can jump that far! I think his legs are stupid."
"He's a NEW RECRUIT, I'm used to seeing you guys run across atop the bridge! Him? He hasn't been here a day, and now this goes on his reports, that he got injured on day one!" She continued scolding. "Instead of daring him, next time, TEACH HIM. That's all your jobs, to show the new recruits the ropes around here!"
"We weren't hired to be teachers!" a few scouts complained.
"We have to act like a family, and watch out for eachother." Madeline placed her face in her palms. "The older medic helped me the most when I got to Viaduct, and then this base's medic did the same, and you all got help from older scouts long lost. The least you could do is help the new guy."
"What about spies?" Another asked. "They don't help no one!"
"Spies keep the best track of their surroundings; if one got lost here, they'd get their butts sent back home. That's a class you only want the top of, and that's why we have so few." Madeline answered. "Now, get out."
The crowd of them left, as the other medic entered. "Vhat vas zhat about?" He asked. Madeline gave a sigh before explaining why they had a scout that smelled awful from the mud, blood, and water mixture under the bridge with both of his legs broken. "Vhat! Vhy, I ought to-"
"Don't worry, they already already were scolded by me." She laughed.
"Next time zhey do somezhing, you should threaten to ground zhem, vhy don't you?" He chuckled, before checking on all the patients himself.
"Heh, maybe I should, I have to practically mother all those boys anyways." She laughed. "Doesn't help I send the Sniper off with fresh coffee and lunches when I can, either."
"Madeline, that vas your doing all zhis time? You are too caring to be here." He cooed.
"I know, I know." She sighed, still with a smile. "Like you say; we're all a family here, we have to watch out for eachother. Besides, people have better aim when not shaking with hunger."
"Zhat is quite true." The other medic admitted. "Zhe demoman spoke about zhe sewers again, do you think he dreamed about his attack?"
"His attack?" She asked. "He was attacked?" She could actually bring herself to think the sewer spy has probably attacked BLUs, maybe even REDs. No wonder they never take the sewer route to get in.
"I don't know! He keeps mentioning a tentacled monster, and says threats against it." He sighed. "He's the only one zhat goes in zhe sewer to make sure zhe purifiers aren't leaking."
The demoman shot up, his one eye wide as Madeline rushed over to help the older medic keep him in the bed. "GEDDA MONSTAH! I'MMA GEDDA MONSTAH EVEN IF I LOSE MY LAST BLOODY EYE!"
"Demoman, calm down! Zhere is no monster in here!" Medic yelled over and over again, till the black demolitions calmed down.
"Doc, I swear upon me life, there issa monstah here in th' forts!" he said, arms crossed. "Whateva' ye' do, stay outta th' sewers. Especially you, lass." He looked at Madeline. "You be too pretty offa girlie to lose."
"Right, well, I think you need to get up, you've been out a few days. Go to the gym, perhaps?" Madeline advised. "I'll stay out of the sewers." She lied. She watched him exit the room, and figured he'd go for some scrumpy before the gym.
Madeline went back to the files, reorganize the drawer full of bios on Spies, taking out ones that were confirmed deceased, those defected, or simply M.I.A..
"Ah... Madeline? Vas zhe purifier fixed?" Medic asked. She took the chance.
"Not really sure, I can go make sure, if you'd like?" She grinned. He nodded, and told her he would appreciate it. But before trekking to the sewers for a third time, she stopped by the small kitchen, and wrapped a few sausages in a towel. "He might want a snack."
She went downstairs and descended into the sewers again, and as she reached where she last saw the spy, she called him out.