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Flickering Friendship

Post  Undead Brad on Sun Sep 08, 2013 8:53 am

DISCLAIMER- I do not own TF2.

Chapter Uno

Pyro POV-

It was the end of another blood and sweat filled day at 2fort. I looked around at my teammates through my gas mask. They were congratulating each other, smiling, laughing…. It was a successful day, to say the least. None of them dared to even glance back at me or make conversation with me nearby. I don't mind, and I don't blame them. Thinking about it now makes me wish I didn't have schizophrenia. I wasn't inhuman or anything, I just have a mental problem. One second I have no problem seeing straight, then the next moment, everything turns into pleasant rainbows and my most cherished Balloonicorn, the mayor of Pyroland is happily following me wherever I go to spread cheer and happiness.

But I damn well knew what I did during that time wasn't pleasant at all.

Did it bother me? Not anymore at least. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia when I was 8. I've always had a fixation with fire. Who wouldn't?! Fire is beautiful…. It isn't evil at all. Fire is light. Fire is life. After the battles what I see is a split between Pyroland and reality. To calm myself down I usually just stare at a lit match for hours until it inches down the match and it gets to the tips of my fingers, lightly burning them. Then everything is clear again, and I'm left in my partially lit room, alone. Well, not completely. Saying that would be betraying the friendship Balloonicorn and I have. He's a great guy, despite his small drinking problem he has on his free days from the busy job as a mayor…. But…heh.. Back to the point.

As I followed my team back to our respected RED fort, My eyes darted around from person to person, though they couldn't see where my gaze was pointed. I suppressed a horrifying scream, and the urge to clutch my head and breakdown in front of them, because a small piece of me wishes they'd recognize this problem I have and comfort me, hold me.

Please… hold me and tell me I'm not a monster….

But I don't. I know they'd only stare at me and run away afraid I was going on one of my rampages. With a muffled sigh, I head towards my room, shutting the door behind me quietly, stumbling towards my bed. Slipping off my gas mask I reach for my box of matches and swipe it along the edge of the box, igniting it. I shift over to the mirror hung on my wall over my bed, and I stare at myself and the beautiful dancing flame in the reflection. I was Albino, a fact no one who was currently alive knew. My messy, medium long silky white hair stuck out in random directions, my red eyes seemingly glowing from the soft light of the fire. I had some small scars here and there, but nothing much, if you ignore the multiple burns on my finger tips that I mentioned earlier. Lighting a match was a nightly routine, and as usual, I intently stared at the fire, and when it reached my fingers, I let it burn them until they bled. It hurt. So I figured it was about time to put it out and get some sleep. Frustrated, I blow on it gently and it disappears.

It's funny. That's how easy it would be for someone to get rid of me. But the fear of what I do keeps them at bay. And it should stay that way, because I can't imagine a life any different than this, although I crave something better for myself.

Taking off my suit, I changed into a red T-shirt and some loose fitting sweat pants. My bed wasn't the softest thing in the world, but it was nice to get away from the pointless worries that everyone else probably had. Tomorrow was our day off, which made me smile to myself before I fell asleep.

The next morning…. ~

Third person POV-

Soldier had woken everyone up early. He always did despite their free days.

Heavy was eating his sandvich, Medic was humoring himself by talking to his doves while he sorted medical papers, Demo man was drinking his alcohol whilst Soldier was rambling on about something, and Sniper and Engineer were having a pleasant conversation in the opposite end of the room.

Meanwhile, Scout was running down the hallways, skidding to a halt at Pyro's door. Soldier had been pretty ticked that Pyro was the only one who ignore his morning wake up call, and ordered Scout to go remind him. Scout, whose real name was Nathan, hesitated at Pyro's door. Swallowing hard, he mustered up the courage to knock on the feared fire user's door. "Uhh…. H-hey Pyro. Solider wanted me to check if you were awake…. So… yeah. Didn't mean to bother ya."

No response came. Scout gave a confused look. Maybe he wasn't in his room….? If it were anybody else he would have gone in If the door wasn't locked and asked them if they were okay. But this was Pyro. Scout shivered and regretfully walked, not ran, just walked down the hallway towards where everyone else was. Was he doing the right thing by leaving Pyro alone? Was the guy even able to register feelings?

Nathan could remember having an abundance of friends during school, but he never really liked any of them. He simply enjoyed being the center of attention every now and then. He craved attention because his mother was usually out with some guy, grabbing a drink or two and coming home half drunk and exhausted. She would show affection, sure, but not as often as he'd like. He wondered if he was selfish for wanting that….

When he reached the room his teammates were in, Solider looked up at Scout expectantly. "Well?"

"Oh…. I didn't really talk to him at all." Soldier gave an annoyed grunt before turning back to Demo man.

Everyone looked preoccupied, leave out Sniper and Engineer… And Spy, wherever he was. Scout made his way over to them and opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off. "If it's another one of yer pranks, leave me out of it." Engineer said, not looking up from the little sentry he was messing with.

Scout gave him a dirty look. "….Fine, geez…. Be that way." He walked away from the two older men, heading down the hallway again. And into the Intel room. Sniper watched him go with a thoughtful gaze. What was he up to this time?

Scout sat down in the large office chair in the Intel room. He stared down at the red briefcase. They defended this as a team, all striving for the same goal. But what kind of team were they if they left someone out? "A pretty ##' messed up one…" He mumbled to himself.

"And what, may I ask, are you talking about?" A French accented voice came from behind him making him visibly flinch; something that Scout thought the Spy got a kick out of. "Ugh… stop doing that, you sneaky bastard…" He mumbled once again. Spy watched him, waiting for an answer.
"Okay, fine. I was thinking about the team; about Pyro. We know next to nothing about him. What kind of team are we if we treat him like the plague?" Spy didn't say anything else. He just walked out of the room without another word.

Scout banged his fist down on the table. What was that guy's problem?! Sniper piped up from the door way. "It's not because we hate him, mate, it's because of what the Medic told us."

Scout looked up curiously. "What…?" The Aussie leaned against the door frame.

"Medic told us the Pyro's mental state, form what he's observed so far, is a lost cause. I've tried to communicate with…. It… many times before, believe me. But Pyro ends up throwing some kind of fit and stormin' off."

He stood up and pushed past Sniper on his way out of the Intel room, turning back to look at him.

"…He's not a lost cause. You guys just haven't tried hard enough…."
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Re: Flickering Friendship

Post  Undead Brad on Sun Sep 08, 2013 9:13 am

Chapter 2: Seeing the ghost

Pyro POV-

I could have sworn I heard someone knocking on my door. I think it was Scout? The thick doors that adorned each room muffled out most sounds. Besides, wouldn't want a cranky gunman, right? I rolled over in bed. The day off I had was being spent lying in my poorly lit room. Boring. Standing up, I stretched and looked around. My fire suit and gas mask were on the ground just beside my closet, and my box of matches was sitting on my nightstand, as usual. Nothing was out of place.

However there was something bothering me. My throat was unbearably itchy and dry. Heading to the door, my hand lingered on the door knob. I glanced back at my suit again. Putting on my suit and mask just to go down for maybe a minuet for some water was ridiculous. Twisting the door knob, I stepped outside, but not before looking down the hallway to see if anyone was watching. "….Must've gone out to do a group activity.." I muttered to myself. Hearing my own voice after weeks of remaining silent sounded weird to me. Balloonicorn wasn't exactly the conversation type. So that left out anyone I had to talk with.

Once I had made my way into the kitchen, I quickly grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, drinking some of it, almost choking when I heard the loud boisterous laugh of Heavy from outside. I was right, then. They had all gone out to chat and get some fresh air. I sigh before drinking the rest of my water, stalking back down the hallway and into my room once more.

But of course, Balloonicorn had managed to get drunk again while I was gone. It wasn't even the weekend, though... It was Wednesday I think. His drinking problem was getting worse then. How troublesome.

Sniper POV-

I peered down the scope of my sniper rifle, watching for any movement while I sat up in my nest. My full attention wasn't on looking for heads to snipe on my damn free day though, I was thinking about what Scout had said...

Flashback-

Scout banged his fist down on the table. What was that guy's problem?! Sniper piped up from the door way. "It's not because we hate him, mate, it's because of what the Medic told us."

Scout looked up curiously. "What…?" The Aussie leaned against the door frame.

"Medic told us the Pyro's mental state, form what he's observed so far, is a lost cause. I've tried to communicate with…. It… many times before, believe me. But Pyro ends up throwing some kind of fit and stormin' off."

He stood up and pushed past Sniper on his way out of the Intel room, turning back to look at him.

"…He's not a lost cause. You guys just haven't tried hard enough….
"

End Flashback-

The conversation from the day before wouldn't stop pestering me. What more could I do beside trying to have a nice conversation with Pyro? It's not like you can just walk up to someone and demand to know everything about them. That would be sort of stalker- like, and I sure as hell wasn't going to find out all of Pyro's secrets just to prove a point-

Hold that thought. I saw movement from inside the base through an open window... Who was that? It appeared to be a very pale man with white hair. He looked in his twenties, like Scout, but the man was fairly taller than the runner. He was just grabbing some water to drink, apparently, but I couldn't figure out why a stranger would waltz into the RED base just for a drink... Or how the mongrel even found his way to 2Fort. My finger tightened ever so slightly around the trigger, but for the first time, the person I was staring at through the scope interested me. I have never seen anyone with skin that pale and colorless before. I couldn't bring myself to shoot him down, and I had an uneasy feeling in my gut, as If I had just seen a ghost...

Third person POV-

It was mid-day now and everyone was still happily chatting away, for today, there was nothing to really worry about. The free days they had heightened their moods and gave them time to socialize, for most of them at least. Scout was telling jokes to the others, Heavy and Demo man being the only two who actually laughed at them, demo man because he was drunk, and Heavy because he didn't fully understand an American's sense of humor. Everyone looked over at Sniper as he climbed down from his perch and walked towards the door to the base. "Yo snipes, where're you goin'? Why not join the rest of us?" It was obvious by the cheery tone of Scout's voice that he wasn't thinking about yesterdays conversation or the sudden interest in Pyro that confused his teammates to no end. They couldn't grasp why anyone, let alone Scout who calls the mysterious fire user a freak, would want to know more about him. Sniper merely mumbled "I'm busy" before shutting the door curtly behind himself. You can't really blame Scout though. Today was one of their rare free days. No one would want to spend it wondering about a psychopath. Neither did Sniper, but he had a hunch that the ghostly man he saw may have something to do with said psychopath...

Sniper pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the hallway with a rope in hand. He was no cowboy, but that didn't mean he couldn't easily use a lasso to tie someone up. And that was his plan. He would tie up and interrogate the person he saw. All he had to do now was wait.

Pyro POV-

The next few hours were spent pacing in a circle int he middle of my room. How was I going to help convince Balloonicorn to stop drinking so much? The people of Pyroland needed their mayor, and so did I! Glancing back at him, I saw how truly drunk he really was. Poor guy... I should have gotten some water for him to drink too. Because of my selfishness he has a headache now. Another quick trip to the kitchen would hurt, right? Everyone else was preoccupied anyways, and Ballonicorn needed something to drink... other than alcohol. I sigh and hesitate at the door again before pushing it open, not bothering to look down the hall first, but I regret not checking. Before I could walk any further, a rope was thrown around me. Whoever it was sure knew how to tie a knot. It was so tight around my chest, it was sorta hard to breathe. I gave an annoyed grunt. It was Sniper. Someone saw me. This ruins everything. He'll tell the others and then they'll make fun of me behind my back. All the respect they had for me will go down the drain.

He looked at me with a curious expression, but promptly whacked me upside the head with something blunt. Not hard enough to draw blood... but my vision was getting blurry...

Third person POV-

Sniper watched as he passed out from the cautious but forceful blow. He can interrogate this guy and find out what his business is here once he wakes back up.

And ask him why he was in Pyro's room. That is, if this guy wasn't Pyro himself. Sniper flung the unconscious Pyro over his shoulder and walked back to the kitchen where everyone had flooded back into when the sun began to set over the horizon.

everyone turned towards Sniper as he sat Pyro down in a corner. Scout piped up, "Who the hell is that?!"
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