Unbetaed! Desole pro.
This is the prologue of my first attempt at a TF2 Fic.
warnings include, mentions of rape.
I was perhaps the last person you would consider a man with a lover, and a family. After all I am the one who would with little or no hesitation stab someone in the back. This is of course true and a matter of my profession, but not everyone in the world matched their title when the suit came off to to speak. Our pyro was a testament to that and I had grown fond of the little fire-fly for it. In my time here I had watched 3 other pyro come before young Julies, the first who's name even I never learned had already been mostly gone when I arrived. Not only would the crazy man often be see talking to the walls but he had quite intentionally and bit by bit burned every single inch of skin on his body. I do mean every inch I had once the misfortune to see the man nude and sight of his withered genitals, had given me nightmares for years past. I had only been there at the base for 11 of my 60 months when the new pyro had come in for training from her predecessor. I think back to those times regretfully if only I had known then what I know now perhaps ... still as they say if wishes were fishes ... Regardless of what the others might think however I am a man of great passion and love, both romantic, familial and that of friends.
The cold war had been good for business on all fronts and he had been in his prime, at 27 he had been a wonderful spy; perhaps to good. Then he had met her she was beautiful a translator hired on at the embassy she spoke fluent French, German, and English and she had been beautiful. She had only been 20 almost a decade his Junior and such a powerful woman, he had been blown away by her, everything she had done had stolen his heart. When he found out only 18 months latter she was to leave he had no choice but to ask her to marry her. She had agreed and he had been over joyed and had followed her back to America to new york to help her family with their business. They hadn't been rich but well enough off and for one year he forgot what it was like to hate he had given up his life of secrets and lies, and then she had told him the news wonderful and terrible. She was pregnant now such a thing would normally mean celebration but with so little money , and his lack luster job experience outside of one specific field. He had decided to do what he could for them his wife and his child, his contacts had discovered that there were jobs available for those that wanted them, corporate espionage with a deadly twist. He had told her his plan only after he had signed up, knowing she would make him try to change his mind. It was after all only five years and he would send her letters ever week and money for his son. Then he could return with the release funds and they could live like kings. After a tearful goodbye he had boarded a train heading for R.E.D to learn the ropes and make a good life for his child.
If only I had known then what I know now but I did not I had no idea what would become or me, least of all that I would be trapped in this place for the last 20 years. If i had had known ... I shake my head and focus though the binoculars again watching as the B.L.U soldier berates the team for their losses today. I watch as the muscle bound brute yanks the scout's strawberry blond hair and drags him to his hands and knees again. I barely keep from growling as I turn the tape recorder again trying to keep my voice level as I record each atrocity it is all I can do until I am able to carry out my plan. I am forced to blink back tear as I watch who does what to the boy as I force myself to watch even as my stomach threatens to be sick. For this is my punishment for my foolishness, for my haste, for my crimes. As their fun for the night draws to a close and I watch the one man who had not harmed him gather him up and clean him off, I watch as the man B.L.U's gentle giant cleans the blood and cum from the scout's battered body. I click off the tape and leave them to their moment as little as it might be and look into the moon my balaclava wet on my face and I remove it knowing the cameras cannot reach me here. I feel the wind catch the ragged blond hair around my head as I try to light my cigarette my hands shaking.
" Oh mon dieu..." I take a ragged breath of the burning smoke into my lungs as I speak to the empty air " mon pauvre enfant."
warnings include, mentions of rape.
I was perhaps the last person you would consider a man with a lover, and a family. After all I am the one who would with little or no hesitation stab someone in the back. This is of course true and a matter of my profession, but not everyone in the world matched their title when the suit came off to to speak. Our pyro was a testament to that and I had grown fond of the little fire-fly for it. In my time here I had watched 3 other pyro come before young Julies, the first who's name even I never learned had already been mostly gone when I arrived. Not only would the crazy man often be see talking to the walls but he had quite intentionally and bit by bit burned every single inch of skin on his body. I do mean every inch I had once the misfortune to see the man nude and sight of his withered genitals, had given me nightmares for years past. I had only been there at the base for 11 of my 60 months when the new pyro had come in for training from her predecessor. I think back to those times regretfully if only I had known then what I know now perhaps ... still as they say if wishes were fishes ... Regardless of what the others might think however I am a man of great passion and love, both romantic, familial and that of friends.
The cold war had been good for business on all fronts and he had been in his prime, at 27 he had been a wonderful spy; perhaps to good. Then he had met her she was beautiful a translator hired on at the embassy she spoke fluent French, German, and English and she had been beautiful. She had only been 20 almost a decade his Junior and such a powerful woman, he had been blown away by her, everything she had done had stolen his heart. When he found out only 18 months latter she was to leave he had no choice but to ask her to marry her. She had agreed and he had been over joyed and had followed her back to America to new york to help her family with their business. They hadn't been rich but well enough off and for one year he forgot what it was like to hate he had given up his life of secrets and lies, and then she had told him the news wonderful and terrible. She was pregnant now such a thing would normally mean celebration but with so little money , and his lack luster job experience outside of one specific field. He had decided to do what he could for them his wife and his child, his contacts had discovered that there were jobs available for those that wanted them, corporate espionage with a deadly twist. He had told her his plan only after he had signed up, knowing she would make him try to change his mind. It was after all only five years and he would send her letters ever week and money for his son. Then he could return with the release funds and they could live like kings. After a tearful goodbye he had boarded a train heading for R.E.D to learn the ropes and make a good life for his child.
If only I had known then what I know now but I did not I had no idea what would become or me, least of all that I would be trapped in this place for the last 20 years. If i had had known ... I shake my head and focus though the binoculars again watching as the B.L.U soldier berates the team for their losses today. I watch as the muscle bound brute yanks the scout's strawberry blond hair and drags him to his hands and knees again. I barely keep from growling as I turn the tape recorder again trying to keep my voice level as I record each atrocity it is all I can do until I am able to carry out my plan. I am forced to blink back tear as I watch who does what to the boy as I force myself to watch even as my stomach threatens to be sick. For this is my punishment for my foolishness, for my haste, for my crimes. As their fun for the night draws to a close and I watch the one man who had not harmed him gather him up and clean him off, I watch as the man B.L.U's gentle giant cleans the blood and cum from the scout's battered body. I click off the tape and leave them to their moment as little as it might be and look into the moon my balaclava wet on my face and I remove it knowing the cameras cannot reach me here. I feel the wind catch the ragged blond hair around my head as I try to light my cigarette my hands shaking.
" Oh mon dieu..." I take a ragged breath of the burning smoke into my lungs as I speak to the empty air " mon pauvre enfant."