[This is the other thread, for my stuff so it doesn't bog down my prompts thread] PART ONE The respawn was a lovely thing! Absolutely wonderful in so many ways! Not only did it keep bringing people back from what would normally be rather violent horrible deaths, but it did so rather efficiently. No scars, no remaining pain and perhaps the best of all? It...blurred things a little. Most times, the deaths were so quick it did not matter. A head shot here, back stab there what did it matter? However a flamethrower, that was painful and...tended to linger in ones mind. Except..for when it didn't. Respawn liked to make deaths..just a little blurry. Sometimes it wiped out any memory what so ever of the deaths and the only way you knew was by the scoreboard! Why was this nice? Besides the obvious? Well! It meant that the times he was...hungry went unnoticed. It was a little more difficult then he would have liked, considering the muddling of memory only held a small period of time. One could not take their time and expect the entirety to be wiped clean! But those moments when a backstab takes a life, those few precious seconds were all he needed. A few of those in a round and he was content. No, not content but full. Content would be taking his time, enjoying it even! Alas, times had changed and it was a far different world out there, one he found he had no part in anymore. Which of course brought him here, to this dingy little hellhole so far from his beloved city. It was far easier to live like this however, not live but feed and it was here that he saw him for the first time. He wasn't quite sure what had prompted the shuffle and he did not care, the previous sniper was a broody creature that huddled in his little nests and rarely bathed. For some reason or another, he was replaced at some point. Smoke curled above his head slowly as he recalled sneaking about the corner, slowly drawing his balsong and relishing the soft 'snk' sound it made as he flicked it expertly in his hand. It should have been an easy kill, the hard part was finding the man, once that was over it was just a sneak to his unprotected back and then a swift stab. This one though, was different. He had slunk forwards, lifting the blade with a slow smirk curling his face and just as he drove it downwards, the sniper moved faster then he had expected. Spy found himself knocked backwards, dropping his blade to the dusty ground and he backed up slowly. This was not the same sniper! Backing up slowly, he could have still taken him out. Dive for his blade or simply cloak and back up, a bullet between his eyes and moving on to a different target. It was then of course, that Sniper smiled. No, not smiled. He smirked and it was that smirk that undid him! It caught the light, glinting slightly and he was still staring at it when the kukri drove into his chest, pinning him to the wall and he woke in respawn with it still in his mind. His smirk...his teeth...tooth. A fang. The new sniper had a fang, he had fangs and why not? He could not be the only one that saw this place as a perfect place to reside! He could not be the only one out there, he had never really thought about it but...it made perfect sense! There was another of his kind here, and wasn't he something else? Bold and ruggedly handsome, not his usual fare but there was something about him that tickled his fancy so to speak. Aside from that glinting fang he had seen of course. This war had it's set hours, and after hours belonged to him. Surely the new Sniper would set aside any grudges after hours for one of his kind yes? He planned to find out. PART TWO That spy was screwy. All spies were screwy but that one was...really screwy! Only to him no less, probably some sort of smarmy trick. The problem was, he had no idea what to do about it! What was his game? Whatever it was, it was putting him on the edge! Every time he set to looking through his scope, the back of his neck crawled and it was making him miss his shots! Sometimes he was -sure- he had smelt smoke and cologne, whipping around to see...nothing! No smoke, no cologne and no spy! Which left him where he was now, determined to not miss anymore shots! He was a professional dammit and he was going to do his work! He shook off how bloody weird the whacker was being and just focused on his scope. It didn't matter! Not one bit! So what if the damned Spy barely put up a fight? The times he had caught him, more then he should considering he kept forgetting about the creaky board, there was practically no fight! The piker either ran like a coward or worse, stood there and just..stared at him! It was clearly beginning to take his toll because he was imagining smoke again! He wasn't going to turn though, not this time! He had their heavy in his sights, just a few more moments and he could take him out! He hissed as Soldier got the big man first, exploding him in a pile of gore and limbs with a well placed rocket. He huffed, lips thinning in displeasure but he waited just in case their Medic was just about the corner. What he saw however, was a Medic but not the one he was hoping for. About to turn to find a different target, he yanked his scope back to what he thought was his own teams Medic and Soldier! Staring, mouth hanging open in shock, he watched as Soldier was swiftly back stabbed. That was nothing new, it happened all the time! The shocking part was what happened after! Slowly lowering his gun without taking the shot, he found himself staring out the window blindly. In fact he was still there when the enemy Pyro found him. Waking in re-spawn, he sat on a bench before slowly removing his hat to fan himself with it, aviators slightly askew. "Bloody...hell.." he breathed, removing the aviators to rub at his eyes roughly. He couldn't have seen right! He just..he just had[b] to be wrong! That bloody Spy..he had stabbed the Soldier and then..pushed him behind an outcropping of the wall, hand knocking his helmet off before sinking his teeth in the brawny mans neck! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes...well damn he had seen it and he still had trouble believing it! Fangs...sharp glittering deadly fangs! He had damn well [b]bitten the Soldier and drank his blood! Sniper knew this because he has seen him swallow a few times and then let go only to lick the blood from his face! What the hell was going on over there?? More importantly...what was Spy's game and why was he being dragged into it??
>>1 Too many exclamation marks in part 2. You use it too often for normal sentences which are in fact just mere statements in my opinion.
>>2 agreed. I have since toned them down but just wanted to get them separated after confusing the shit outta myself with badly labeled parts in my folders. Aha..
Interesting concept, but the Sniper seems a little... off. Too many exclamation marks and such, some of which would be pulled off better as a simple period. ... The exclamation marks make him sound rather hysterical... or irish. Just a general note... Sniper seems to be overreacting a bit. I mean, if this were scout, jumping to conclusions and what not... perhaps.
Oh hey I missed a comment. I don't think he's over-reating really. He knows damn well what he saw. However I do agree on the exclamations, as stated previously I just wanted to get things separated into their own threads.
Hungry, he was hungry. Of course he was always hungry, it was a steady thrum in the back of his mind. It made him constantly aware of the steady beat in the chests of the men in this foolish war. The gentle whoosh of blood going through veins called to hi, but he had come to ignore the sirens call. Lately however, it was becoming....difficult. There was another of his kind here and it awoke a primal urge, to share. It was something he sorely missed of his beloved city. Traveling with another of his kind, finding a target and sharing the act of draining a morsel dry. He had gone from a mouthful or two only a few times a day to more. He would find the sniper and watch him focus so much on his gun. It stirred things in him, hungry things. The only thing stopping himself from revealing himself was the blasted war. They were, after all, on opposite sides. While he disliked such...base ways. Spy had settled on a simple method. A Letter. The best thing, though it was the most dangerous, would be to slip it into the van the other man slept in. Which meant sneaking into the base, after cease fire, and then get into the Sniper's van without being caught. Then get out. Perhaps another would balk and such a daunting task but not he. He was the RED Spy. A spy among spies and this was nothing for him. Luckily for him, Sniper's van was just outside the garage. Breaking into there might have been a challenge even he wasn't willing to risk. Thus the spy found himself, inching towards said van in the dead of the night. By now everyone should be asleep, to be well rested for tomorrows Battle. It was a simple trick to pick the lock on the door and creep inside. He had seen the inside of RED sniper's nest, it was vile and made his skin crawl. Having expected the same here, Spy found it a pleasant shock to be wrong. It was not pristine but it was very clean. A sort of 'everything has it's place' sort of clean. He had intended to leave the note on the table and sneak out but he missed one detail. The other man. He lay asleep on the pullout bed in the back. Despite his instincts telling him to back away, leave right now before he was caught as that was the plan. Instead, he found himself creeping forwards, standing beside the other man. He felt it again. Hungry, so very hungry. Spy knelt slowly and reaching out to ghost a hand millimeters above where a heart beat with stolen blood. The sniper slept naked, how delicious. All that sun marked skin spread out for him to see. He lay on his stomach, a hand trailing down to the floor while the other was tucked under the pillow. The sheet covered his waist, barely, and hit what he assumed would be a truly delectable ass but it did not cover a tattoo that crawled across his shoulder blades. A crocodile, done in a very tribalesque design that suited him perfectly. Bending his head, Spy breathed in the scent of the bushman. It filled his senses and sent him reeling. Outdoors was the strongest, grass and fresh air and the smell skin got when it had been out in the sun for a long time. Also the scent of coffee, decaff of course and under that? Gun, metal and gun powder, a sharp biting tang on the sides of his tongue. Under all of that however, was man. A firm bold scent that he loved. He could taste it on the back of his tone, feel it trickle over his sense in a slow teasing caress. It wasn't until that moment that the want hit him. Before that it had been a deep desire for companionship from someone that could understand. Understand his need, the way he thought, how it felt to watch lives rise and fall as the years passed. But there, in the dark of the night as he creeped in the Sniper's van, it struck him. He wanted Sniper in the most carnal way. Spy lent down then, tongue just touching the tattoo before he forced himself back with a wild expression. Eyes dilated, he backed up more and that is of course when Murphy Law struck. All that backing up without paying attention to where he was, meant he backed into a shelf and things crashed about him. Books and maps and he tensed, arms covering his head as one large tome struck his forearm and tumbled down. He opened his eyes just in time to see a blur of movement. Sniper lunged up, hand moving so fast for the blade under his pillow that he knew he had been awake. When? Since his tongue touched tanned skin? Since he had hovered over him? Scenting him? Perhaps since he had come into Sniper's domain. It did not matter as he soon found himself pinned against the wall of the van, a large blade against his throat and a rage filled bushman looming over him. Spy stared up, low light streaming in from the base lights catching in his eyes and revealing the flash of fear there. “Merde...â€
Now you're in for it Spy, haha. Don't mess with Sniper and I love the way you describe him and Spy having the sudden desire just to jump him there. No mistake, I would jump the man too and probably get my head chopped off. Love it, please continue soon!
[I'm glad you like it! I do indeed plan to continue, trying to do a 'post in here, post in my prompts thread and then a post in my Invisospy thread, sort of keeping them all going buuuut muses do not work like that haha so we shall see!]
Oh man, this chapter is so great, I can't even stand it. Excellent work.