"Dummkofs! Get zhe Spyress!"

"Huddah hmhmph, Sphrss!"

"We have a masked lady among us, men!"

I chuckled at the incompetent BLUs loudly. I trotted into a corner as the enemy Medic, Pyro and Soldier sprinted past. They've been making things way too easy for me these past few days. It's almost boring.

I digress though, my job has been getting easier since I've came here. Then again, it's only been three months since I've first arrived. I'm still no veteran though. The Soldier, Sniper and Demoman on my team have been here for three years straight. They have been hardened by war. It probably won't take too long for me to be the same as them. That is, if I live long enough.

The sound of BLU team's battle cries faded off into the distance. I pivoted my foot from the exit of BLU's base towards their Intel room. I came this far, I refuse to retreat now. Swiftly I pulled out my disguise kit and morphed into the enemy Pyro who I just so happened to have passed by earlier. Smoke surrounded me and disappeared just as quick before I reached the courtyard.

A level two sentry is blocking the shortcut to BLU's intelligence. I couldn't help but grin behind my hoax. Hasn't the enemy Engineer learned yet? I took out my sapper and darted towards the sentry. I never hesitated to stop running as I skillfully placed the sapper onto the machines and snaked my way into the enemy's intelligence.

Ah, memories. I dropped my disguise and hid behind a wall, beeping machines ringing in my ears. Just recently I've been using the dead ringer, a device the previous BLU Spy used to trick me on my first day at 2fort. Too bad he was easily distracted by his foolishness or else he could have disposed of me before I disposed of him. I reached into my pocket and opened up the dead ringer. Fully functional and ready for its first run. I do admit I'm incredibly apprehensive. This is taboo to me. Never before have I ever imagined myself being dead. Looking at my supposed 'corpse' even while cleverly cloaked would make me quite… unfocused. I must remain composed though. As a Spy I should never 'lose my cool', as the Scout usually says.

I cleared my throat, causing an echo to travel throughout the quarters, and grabbed my revolver from my jacket pocket. I began, or rather tried, to move my feet but they were rooted to the ground. I've done this several times before so why the hell am I so uncertain about this? I found myself mumbling French profanities to no one in particular, lowering the equipment in my hands. Okay, I'm afraid. Maybe using the dead ringer was a bad idea. A really awful idea. No. I'm going through with this. Pushing past my weaknesses, I pulled the watch up to my chest with my revolver in my other hand. I jogged into the Intel room, fully aware that the enemy Engineer was trying to build a mini-base in RED's sewers. After I steal this briefcase I'll have to take care of him on my way back from capturing the briefcase.

"Yo, hot stuff!" I couldn't help but gasp in surprise as I jerked my head towards the other door leading to BLU's intelligence, the BLU Scout grinning arrogantly at my reaction. I'm only inches away from the enemy's information. Perhaps I can pick him off if he's dumb enough to engage in conversation with me. "Ya must think you're pretty slick to try an' get our Intel this time 'round!"

The BLU Scout had his bloody, dented bat out. He seemed pretty sure of himself and cocky even though it was apparent that he was in quite a tussle from an earlier fight. Bruises and cuts from flying shrapnel were found on visible parts on his body but the marks were mostly on his face. I put one arm behind my back, the one with the dead ringer as I carelessly twirled my other gracefully, the one with the revolver. "Mon cher, 'ow amusing zhat we meet 'ere of all places." I said with a bewitching smirk.

The Scout scowled and pointed at me with his bat. "Now dun try an' mess wit me using your crazy girl charms! It's worse 'nough that you're a back stabbin' Spy!"

"Spyress." I cooed in correction. I turned my dead ringer on by opening it up stealthily behind my back. I must be careful of this rowdy young one. If he's anything like my team's Scout then he's more than unpredictable.

"Shaddup!" Scout spat, twirling his bat in circles above his head. "It don't matter who ya are as long as you're a dead RED!"

My heart nearly stopped as my Scout's counterpart came at me at full speed, his bat suddenly looking much more threatening than I could recall. My eyes widened in horror as he leaped into the air and brought his weapon down, striking me in the head. I let out a strangled cry and shut my eyes tightly as I raised my hands up to defend myself. I felt very little pain from the impact on my forehead. Daring to reopen my eyes, I blinked only to see my body crippled on the floor, a puddle of blood forming beneath my crushed skull. My stomach felt sick and I wanted to puke but I yet at the same time I felt confident and dominant as I saw my prey looking over my body, his back turned to the real me. Fear and anxiety turned into adrenaline and excitement as I watched the BLU Scout bend down to take a closer look at me. The fake me.

"Pfft, what a freakin' embarrassment! 'Course girls aren't any better than guys. 'Probably why she died so easily!" Scout bragged and mocked to no one in specific.

The dead ringer's cloak ran out, a loud noise emitting from the device, and I swore I had horns growing out of my head as I sneered at the Scout's soon-to-be demise. For some reason, the Scout was too busy inspecting my corpse to hear the dead ringer go off. Pleased with this result, I switched out from my revolver to my butterfly knife with much agility as I approached the Scout's backside. He didn't know what hit him as I dug the knife deep into his spinal cord. The boy's scream was mute. Actually, all that came out was a gargled sound in his throat. It ended a moment later, however, as I removed the weapon from the body. Blood scattered onto my skort and I frowned.

"You got blood on my suit…" I groaned in an annoyed tone. I shrugged this inconvenience off though, and put my weapon away in a fluid motion. I'll have to wash it out later. Besides, blood blends perfectly with red, no? The amazing feeling I had before murdering the Scout is not an uncommon one. I always seem to get off on killing people… Strange, you may think, but it's perfectly fine when you're occupying these parts of the desert, killing for pay.

Carelessly I strutted up to the enemy team's intelligence. I wrapped my hand tightly around my revolver, prepared for the events in which I would have to encounter another repulsive BLU mercenary. I was ever so confident in myself until a red, or should I say RED, flash zoomed past me. Whatever it was, it took the enemy's briefcase full of important information.

WE HAVE TAKEN THE ENEMY'S INTELLIGENCE

I couldn't help but snicker and shake my head. Our RED Scout enjoys deriving attention, specifically from me. Even taking away the limelight from the one girl he's probably ever had a crush on. Indeed he has been doing his best to flirt with me and act 'macho', but to no avail. I would have ended this madness a while ago and deny his ridiculousness but I simply can't bring myself to hurt the young boy's feelings. He seems so fragile underneath that ignorant exterior.

I realized I was daydreaming when I heard the enemy Pyro's boots clanking against the metal stairs. Yes, the sound of Pyro's feet against pavement are forever burned into my mind. I winced and confirmed my predicament. Perhaps I can cloak- Damn, I forgot I left my cloak and dagger back at the base. I decided to pick an alternative to get me out of this conundrum. Like a bat out of hell, I whipped my disguise kit from the pocket in my jacket and went under the guise of the enemy Demoman. The smoke that surrounds me when I transform vanished just in the nick of time. I began working myself up, appearing flustered and aggravated. The Pyro finally reached the bottom of the stairs when I began shouting out obscene slurs.

"Ya bloody twits! I'll have ye gutted like 'Nessie when I foind ya!" I bellowed as loud as I could, trying my best not to over-react.

"…Hmph?" The Pyro scratched its head in bewilderment, lowering that flamethrower if its.

"Oi, get upstairs an' be useful!" I ordered the fire-retardant creature. I couldn't help but wince afterwards. I hope it doesn't attack me after that…

My adversary in blue stared at me for a moment. It felt like it could see through my ruse but I simply stared back at it angrily, still wary of the…thing and its oversized lighter. "Okmph." It finally replied and jogged off towards the stairs.

I kept my disguise on but I simply had to sigh in relief. Pyros… They frighten me so much as of recent. I've had nightmares about them, but that's not important to think about right now in the least. I need to remember that I have a job to do.

I looked at my fake pocket watch and saw that it was completely recharged. Making my way up the stairs I changed my appearance to look like the enemy Spy. After a few months with the newcomer I learned that BLU's new Spy is too entertaining and fun to kill. He's young, naïve and tries to be professional and flirtatious. Of course, he can never pull it off. Let's just say our first encounter was a mediocre one. Repulsive pick up lines and stuttering all around.

I successfully scurried down towards the BLU base's sewer. I remember I have to rid our sewers of the enemy Engineer. I've been trying to kill him since I got here but he always slips away like the coward he is. I do admit though, he's very good at being one at least. I casually walked into the mini-base the BLU Engie worked so hard to set up. He looks at me and frowns. "Whatchya doin' here, Spy?" He asked while he pounded his wrench into his unequipped hand.

I know the BLU Spy so well I don't have to guess how to behave. "I thought 'ou might need some 'elp." I took out a cigarette and purposely fumbled with it, I then faked an uncomfortable air. "Erm, do you need any assistance?"

The Engineer raised a brow at me but replied with distrust. "Wait here 'til I come back, ya hear?" He strode towards me and pointed a wrench in my face. "Do. Not. Leave. Not 'til I get more metal. I mean it." He demanded quite firmly. Perhaps the enemy Spy is more incompetent than I thought.

"O-Oui." I stuttered in pretense. I made sure he left the sewer completely before I sapped his level three sentry and his level three dispenser. I laughed mischievously as I practically pranced back into my base. Sapping is just as rewarding as killing for some reason. Perhaps it's the knowledge that I am manipulating the Engineer's sanity?

WE HAVE CAPTURED THE ENEMY'S INTELLIGENCE

A grin smeared across my face as I paced out from the sewers and towards the courtyard. I suddenly saw the RED Sniper enter the building with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. I hid quickly behind some conveniently placed boxes and dropped my disguise. Then I approached our Sniper with a welcoming smile and strode along beside him. He looked at me from the corner of his eye, a hint of something suspiscious behind those tinted glasses of his. "'ow's it goin', sheila?"

I giggled enthusiastically, causing him to look at me funny. I was doing this for pure amusement, of course. When we finally reached the courtyard, I pulled the bushman under the wooden stairs with me. I kept giggling but more quietly now.

"Uh… You alroight?" Sniper asked nervously. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek. This compelled me to smirk and continue my advances.

I pushed against him with my body and ceased my girlish chuckle, turning all so serious now. "Oh Sniper… Eet's just 'ou and me alone, again." I purred.

"Oi…" Sniper was utterly dumbstruck and was definitely trying to resist my affection. "Wot are ya…?"

I giggled briefly and began to whisper. "Close your eyes."

"Okay…" Sniper's voice wavered. He cautiously closed his eyes but obeyed nonetheless. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my butterfly knife. I opened it gracefully enough to make no noise and carefully brought it up to his neck.

Peeking over at me with half lidded eyes, the Sniper soon came into realization. "Bonjour, Spy." I uttered. I pressed the blade against his skin and smirked in satisfaction, this time pushing my arm against his shoulder just to keep him in place.

BLU Spy's espionage faded away, revealing his true terrified expression. The stick in his mouth fell to the ground from his gaping. "But… 'ow did you know eet was moi?"

"Our Sniper doesn't smoke. 'e never 'as and 'e never will." I replied with an edge in my tone. "And soon, zhe same shall go for 'ou." I moved the blade slightly, cutting through part his baklava, not enough to reveal hair, but caused a trickle of blood to roll down his neck. Spy's eyes widened as he began to push as hard against the wall as possible, trying to get away from the sharp object. I won't kill him. I never do. The BLU Spy hasn't caught on to this however, which increases my amusement and evokes me to keep up the act.

"'ave at you…" My victim seethed, who is certainly in no position to be insulting but yet is trying his all to be brave. Part of me felt for the young man, almost the same age as Scout, but the other half simply thought of him as an incompetent simpleton "'ou always catch me! I don't understand..."

"You're predictable." I said with a cocky smile. "Your espionage iz quite laughable and your disguises are more zhan obvious." I slid my knife gently across the Spy's face, creating a large scratch from cheek-to-cheek. "Tell your teammates you ran into moi. 'ou almost 'ad me but I ran off. Go." I backed away from him and put away my balisong, now acting as though nothing happened.

My enemy looked at me in disbelief but hastily followed my directions. I saw him trembling as he activated his cloaking device. And just like that, he disappeared. Truthfully, I only keep him around because his replacement might not be so easy to catch and take advantage of. I straightened up my suit and made my way towards the lounge since today's battle was almost over. Upon entering, I grabbed up my book from the end table and sat in my favorite chair. The books I've been reading are old, dusty and outdated but they're the only reading materials around. It just so happens that I am a down-to-Earth bookworm. Who knows how long the literature I've been reading has been at 2fort. I recently discovered Edgar Allen Poe's works just a couple weeks ago. An intriguing man, really. As of now I'm reading 'The Tell-Tale Heart'.

I flipped open the book on the page I last left off, ready to begin where I last left-

RED TEAM WINS

"What did they expect?" I mumbled to myself. "Though BLU did succeed the other day no thanks to Demoman's hangover…"

"Hey sweet-cheeks!" Scout shouted as he entered the lounge to bug me, as usual. "Why you always readin'? We won! Don't ya wanna celebrate or sumthin'?" He looked over my shoulder. "Boy this guy had problems." He commented.

"Scout." I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose with, agitated already by the boy's presence. "Per'aps I enjoy reading. What does eet matter to 'ou, anyway?" I placed a paperclip onto the page I was reading and closed the book, setting it back onto the end table.

The RED Scout blushed and stuttered, scratching his head nervously. "Uh, w-well, I just thought we could hang out er whateva."

I sighed and got up from my seat. I dusted myself off before making eye contact with the youngest member on our team. "Fine. What do 'ou want with me, mon allié?"

His composure brightened up suddenly, which admittedly took me off-guard. "Awesome! C'mon!" He took me by the wrist and whisked me out of the room. It was hard catching up since he was so fast. The Scout basically dragged me to the battlements. Usually Sniper was up here after war-time but he must be downstairs celebrating with the others.

"Why are we out 'ere?" I asked the young adult. This is getting annoying but I have to deal with it. He is just a kid after all.

"So listen." Scout's face turned red again. "I, uh, think you're cool and stuff, 'kay?"

I couldn't help but raise a brow at that statement. "Escusez moi?"

"I mean…" Scout pulled his cap over his eyes as he spoke. "I like ya. Like, a lot."

I knew he did since the day we met, but after all this time I could never really think of anything to say in response. I knew he'd admit his feelings one day but in all the time I've spent here I couldn't think of a way to say 'no'. I now see why he brought us out here though. It was to achieve privacy. "Scout…" I said in a quiet remorse. "I-"

"Wait, dun say it!" He panicked. "I know whatchya gonna say. 'I dun like ya dat way.' Am I right?" He asked solemnly. His clouded eyes peered up at me from under his cap.

I sadly glanced down at my feet, not knowing what to say in the least. "…I can't-"

Blood. Suddenly, all over me is blood. A loud piercing crack sounded throughout the desert. Time stopped for I was frozen, trying to register what had just happened. Scout, he was on the ground. There was a hole in the side of his head. Crimson liquid poured from the gash. I choked on nothing but air. I could feel fear or something close to heartache wash over me. I slowly, still in shock, looked over towards BLU base's battlements. I saw the BLU Sniper scurry back into the base. He killed Scout. After cease-fire, the bastard killed Scout. I then remembered he was still on the ground. I sat next to him and cradled him in my arms, more blood stained my suit.

"Mon amour…" I whispered in grief. He was annoying, he was fidgety and he tried to act tough in the most embarrassing of ways, but at least he stuck up for me when I first came here and supported me from that day on. He was the only one who liked me for who I was. And before he died he was full of doubt and dread. Before his death I made him feel that way. He'll never hear what I could have said. He never will.

I glared up at BLU's base and felt nothing but pure hate. That Sniper will pay with his life. I promise that, Scout. I brushed a gloved hand over Scout's face to close his empty, bloody eyes. Carefully I picked up Scout, finding tears blurring my vision and rolling down my cheeks. I found my knees shaking as I carried his small frame back into the base. I had not been mentally prepared for this. How… unprofessional.

Everyone was in the wreck room, celebrating. Soon though, the gaiety will turn into a funeral. I couldn't feel anything but numbness at this point. How can I confront everyone like this? I'm covered in blood with my dead ally in my arms, trembling from the head down. But they need to know no matter what I look like. Shakily I knocked on the door, having to let Scout's legs hang loose for a second without the support of both appendages. The cheers and laughter from the other side quieted down. I heard heavy footsteps approach the door. It cracked open, revealing Soldier's gleaming face. "Come on in, magg-" Soldier's jaw slackened, his head tilting up enough to see his disturbed expression. I stared at him sorrowfully, not muttering a sound. He opened the door wide in astonishment, revealing me and the late Scout in the doorway for our teammates to see.

No one made any comments or noises when I entered. The tears I cried dampened my face but I showed only withheld pain. I placed my friend's body on the table, and let a sob escape from my mouth. I cleared my throat and explained everything that had happened, even the part about Scout's confession. When I finished informing the team I eyed Scout's corpse. I could only manage a remorseful shake of the head, hiding my red, tearful eyes with a gloved hand.

Medic was the first to speak up, visibly outraged. "Zhis iz unacceptable!" He raved, pounding the table with his hand. "No one iz allowed to attack during cease-fire!"

"You've done me proud, son…" Soldier mourned over Scout's body, saluting him. The man seemed a bit dazed though. Is he perhaps having a flash back?

"That piker ain't gettin' away from me tomorrow…" Sniper gritted his teeth, bowing his hat so we couldn't see his eyes.

The Pyro folded it's arms and looked down at itself, probably not able to comment on the situation whatsoever.

"We report leetle man, da?" Our Heavy questioned, glancing around the room at everyone for an answer.

"Non…" I replied, feeling nothing but hollowness. "Zhe administrator does not care…" I bent down to give the deceased boy a kiss on the cheek, a simple, late acknowledgement of his feelings. As I returned to my standing poise, I found my chest grow heavy with agony. Blind anger suddenly flared up inside me and I clenched my fists, making up my mind on my next insidious plan. "Tomorrow I shall kill zhat man… No one else iz to 'arm 'im. Understood?" I announced with a feral growl.

Reluctantly everyone agreed, probably able to sense my fierce behavior. The Demoman, however, spoke up with a surprisingly sober inquiry. "Wot if we run inta the numpty? We jus' let 'im go?"

"Trust moi." I reassured in a dark voice. "None of 'ou will get zhe chance to see 'im. I'll be zhe first 'e encounters, and zhe last."

Soldier looked at me through his helmet, somehow. "Fine, but don't die trying to kill him or else I'll have to be the one to avenge you two bleeders." The sergeant finished with a grumble. I was astounded to see a small sign of respect from the RED Soldier. It would be great if he was like this most of the time.

"I won't be put to rest until 'e's dead. I mean zhat, mon amis..." I wiped my last few tears with my sleeve and turned for the door. "I'm going over to zhe BLU base before war-time to find zhe Sniper's sleeping chambers. 'ou won't see me tomorrow morning. Au revoir, gentlemen…" I shut the door behind me, refusing to look back at Scout's body along with the rest of the team. Tu es l'amour ne sera pas oublié, Scout.

Yes, I rewrote a little bit of this one too. Not much is different but I corrected anything that bugged me. Sorry for the inconveniences!