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VanguardShores

Chapter 2

"C'mon man! Get the fuck off me!" Scout struggled beneath the German, trying to throw him off. Medic - being larger and heavier - simply braced himself and pushed Scout's arm down to the ground, threatening to chop off the runner's left hand with the serrated saw. Scout felt the pressure and metal teeth digging into the soft skin beneath the bandages, stopping his actions and turning a hateful eye towards the doctor.

"Nein. None of zhat language if you vouldn't mind. Danke." Medic said, smirking slightly.

"Oh so what now Kraut? You got me pinned, what the fuck do you want exactly?" Medic didn't say anything, he quickly captured both of Scout's wrists and held them above the young man's head with one hand, leaving his right one free. With a bit of fumbling, he managed to loosen his blue tie enough to slip it over his head. Before Scout could swear at Medic, he was face first in the cool dusty ground, hands forced behind his back so quick it almost wrenched his shoulders. With a whoosh of air leaving his lungs and a hiss of pain, Scout spat insults at a mile a minute.

"What'reyoudoing? Whythefuckareyoudoingthat? Letmegoyoubastard! Imgonnacaveyourskullin! Motherfucker! Sonuvabitch!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Zhat language again! Mein Junge, halt den Mund für eine Sekunde." Medic tied a simple but strong knot around the RED's wrists.

While crouched on Scout's back upper thighs, the BLU rooted around in his lab coat pocket and pulled out a thick roll of gauze. He then grabbed the back of Scout's t-shirt and pulled back sharply, though careful as not to hurt the boy's back. Just as Scout was about to finish saying 'German coward', the gauze was stuffed into his mouth, almost locking his jaw open.

"Zhat's better." Medic smiled and flipped Scout back over onto his back, laying on his tied hands. The doctor picked up his Amputator slowly and knocked Scout's baseball cap back slightly, enjoying the slight flinch on the boy's face.

"Now, just to make sure zhat you can't run avay..." Medic crouched-stepped to Scout's skinny legs grabbed a foot with an iron grip. He swiftly ran the bone saw across the Bostonian's Achille's tendon, slicing it clean in half. Scout let out a muffled scream, arcing his back. Medic wasted no time in raising the leg higher and slashing the hamstrings on the thigh's backside, painting the ground red. More muffled screaming but Scout was thrashing about now, desperate to escape. Medic gritted his teeth and sat on Scout's legs and leant forward with a hand braced against his chest.

'We'll have to do this the easy way then. That's no fun at all.'

With the other hand, he reached into lab coat pocket and produced a large syringe filled with a pale yellow liquid. In Scout's mind it looked like a Sniper's Jarate, and that made him panic even more than the most deadly poison. He didn't want a bushman's piss in his blood stream! Hastily tapping out any air bubbles, Medic carefully jabbed the young man's neck with the oversized needle.

"Hold still kleines Kaninchen. You don't want me to accidentally puncture your left common carotid artery now vould you?" Medic said slyly, tossing the empty syringe to the side with a metallic ring. Scout was slowly calming down, at least his body was; his mind was still racing. Scout shouted something that sounded vaguely like 'What the fuck do you inject me with?'

"Zhat was a formula I have been working on for quite a few months. Causes temporary paralysis but zhe patient retains the sense of touch. And by sense of touch, I include pain under zhat heading." Medic said smirking deviously. He lifted up the injured leg and let go; it fell like a dead weight. Scout's leg stung viciously as dust got into the cuts, his mind was reeling, he felt like a puppet with its strings cut. What was this maniac going to do to him?

"Wundarbar! The paralysis has completely taken hold, and quickly too! The dosage is a bit too strong but, was kann man tun? Now, to make zhis symmetrical..." Medic wondered aloud, not taking notice of the hot tears almost forming in the RED's eyes. He took the unwounded leg and precisely slashed the tendon and hamstring, ripping the white socks and brown trousers apart.

Scout tried to call out for help, but was hindered by the gauze. There was literally nothing he could do to stop the doctor or try to escape; all he could do was to get through this without losing his mind. Sure Respawn will pick him up if he is aloud to die ('If' being the key word there) but what then? Scout was broken from his reverie by something warm and smooth touching his face. Medic's long face looked down on him condescendingly with a blue glove slick with blood holding Scout's cheek.

"All my team vanted was to win a battle so ve could get out of zhis dreadfully hot place. Six months ve have been here, and do you know who one of zhe main people responsible for our constant losses is?" Scout was only paralysis from the neck down, so he reluctantly shook his head.

"Du, mein Junge." Jabbing a finger at Scout's heaving chest.

"You have been like an annoying fly, running zhrough our ranks and bozhering the team. Scattergun shells for Soldier, Demoman and Sniper. Pistol shells for Engineer, Pyro and Spy if you're lucky. And a bat to zhe head for myself, Heavy and our own Scout. Do you know how degrading it is to be held back from progress by a young, arrogant, loud-mouthed jackrabbit?" Medic leant forward and whispered into the terrified Scout's ear, making him flinch a little.

"Very degrading indeed. But, I'm going to fix zhat."

Hearing the boy's breathing and heart rate quicken made Medic feel powerful and authoritative; able to instil the fear of god into people. He could already tell himself that he about to go on a power trip and mad scientist streak.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

'It's been too long since I had someone on my operating table for real...'

Medic pulled back and slid Scout's red t-shirt to just below his pectorals, making sure to lightly brush the skin with bloody fingertips. Oh how Scout shivered, he's sniffling now and trying hard not to cry. How pitiful.

"Let's see if your insides are in top working condition ja? An azhlete such as yourself needs to be in top form." Medic rested his Amputator vertically below the sternum and applied steady pressure, pulling the saw back slightly. Skin began to rip neatly and blood overflowed onto the floor, tendons and abdominal muscles split from the razor-sharp teeth of the saw. Scout was howling in blinding pain, eyes scrunched and tears flowed freely and violently shook his head from side to side. His chest was heaving, almost like he's hyperventilating. Medic took no notice of this and carried on his incision, stopping to wipe his forehead from sweat and managing to cover it in blood instead. He finally got to the abdominal cavity where he wasted no time in 'inspecting' Scout's intestines.

Scout was on the verge of passing out until a strong and foul smelling passed under his nose, his eyes shot open and glared at the impromptu war-painted Medic.

"Ammonia smelling salts, quite powerful if it managed to rouse even you." Scout could still feel the white-hot pain mixed with warm liquid gushing from his stomach area. All he wanted to do now was to die and respawn good as new (for the most part).

"Hmm. Vell your insides are all OK, I zhink I'll just leave zhem out for you to see for yourself." Medic lifted Scout's lolling head for him to see his own intestines flopped outside the slit; the sight was fuzzy for the Bostonian but he could still make out the general shapes. It almost made him throw up, that and the heavy and overpowering scent of congealing blood assaulted his senses.

"I am not completely unkind. Hier." Medic gently rolled the still-paralysed Scout over to his side an held him there. He then slashed his tie to release the boys hands, though he couldn't use them. Scott's muffled screams and screeches of terror and pain flooded the tunnel; Medic had to get out of there soon before a RED finds him. Crouching over Scout's right ear again and visibly seeing the boy flinch violently, he quietly said in a icy cold monotoned voice:

"Perhaps next time you will learn not to fuck wihz zhe BLU team for so long, hmm? Arrogance will only get you hurt, kleine Hase." Scout screamed even louder as more flashes of blistering, splintering pain came from his wrists as Medic slashed deeply to the bone the arteries there, sending blood squirting like a macabre water fountain.

"Ah, zhe human body. Such a miracle of nature." Medic swiftly stood up and wiped his Amputator on his now-dried bloody purple front, still looking down at the helpless and pathetic looking Scout on the ground, on his side with his intestines hanging out and paralysed. A huge pool of blood surrounded the fading boy, looking like a morbid halo of death, his cries filled the echoing tunnels with a haunting choir. Lips pursed together in a thin line, Medic turned and slowly paced to the BLU end of the tunnel, feeling energised with adrenaline but at the same time quite tired. Difficult and 'different surgeries' tended to do that to him. Finally, he headed out into the blazing sunlight.

Approaching his team's last known position, Medic put on a partly fake smile to deter his comrades from asking awkward questions. Engineer toddled past Medic, hauling his sentry.

"Welcome back Doc. Hope you're alrigh' with all tha' blood on ya." Engineer noted.

"I'm more zhan alright Herr Engineer. You will understand in a moment hopefully." Medic said with a gentle but twisted smile. Engineer stiffened a little and shuffled in the direction of the pushed front line.

"I'm-I'm sure I will Doc. Er see you after battle, pardner." With that Engineer ran from sight with the sentry in his arms. Soldier, Heavy, Demoman, Pyro and Scout were no where to be seen but Medic put it down to the advantage he just gave his team earlier. Distant hollers of cheering and excited battle cries filled the stuffy air. Sniper spotted him from his nest, curious as to the exact nature of his unusual appearance. He waved the doctor closer and the German complied.

"G'day Doc! I heard your plan from Soldier earlier. Risky stuff mate. I take it you had some fun messin' with that poor RED sod? Judging by your looks, that is." He called.

"Ja Herr Sniper, zhe RED Scout von't be a problem for a very long time. I zhink zhe day vill be ours at last. Ve can finally get out of zhis blistering hellhole." Medic answered back, rolling his shoulders and cracking his back.

"What makes you so sure that the lil' ankle-biter won't try to get revenge?"

"Psychology and zhe fear of god, mein Freund." Sniper nodded in understanding in a moment of silence.

"Victory!"

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Translations:

"...Mein Junge, halt den Mund für eine Sekunde." - "...My boy, shut up for a second."

"...kleines Kaninchen." - "little/small rabbit."

"Du, mein Junge." - "You, my boy."

"...kleine Hase." - "little hare/jackrabbit."

"...mein Fruend." - "...my friend."