So it's not often that the urge to write strikes me, but today I was rewatching old Meet the X videos, and it occurred to me how the Spy/Sniper fight in the middle of Meet the Spy seems like it has some perhaps sexual undertones. Then someone on the request thread suggested that too, and the correlation inspired me. It's a very common pairing, I know, but I wanted a chance to demonstrate some of writing skills, poor as they might be. Anyway, this came out a lot worse than I hoped it would. GAHHHH. -- It was a pretty easy job, the Sniper reflected, as long as you were good at it. Any old sot could sit in the corner of the battlements, shooting a gun through the window-shaft at passersby. It took a true assassin-- not a crazed gunman-- to be able to see the true nature of the job: a chance to hone your skills and listen to your innermost thoughts in the relative peace and quiet of 2Fort's citadel. The keyword being -relative-. Spending so much time in front of a scope forced him to develop a keen sense of hearing to be able to detect enemy Pyros with Backburners or creeping RED spies. The Sniper had just caught the near-silent sound of a butterfly knife preparing to engage its victim. He whirled around, rifle in hand, and just barely managed to block the arm of the RED Spy. The Spy smirked at him, and the Sniper suddenly realized how close together their bodies were: within close proximity of the Spy's knife. He groped for his Kukri, unwilling to take his eyes off the weapon, but just as he got ahold of it, the Spy gave him a colossal kick to his solar plexus, knocking him to the opposite wall. Dazed, the Sniper slid to the floor and groped blindly for his knife-- The Spy straddled him, pinning his arms to the ground. "We meet again, mon cher." The Sniper spat in his face. "Get off of me before I make a necklace outta your teeth, you filthy spook." The Spy chuckled. "Mercy, that was one of the better ones I've heard. The Scout could take lessons from you." "What do you want?" "I don't -want- anything, little man. I am just getting rid of an obstacle...and having a little more fun than I initially intended." "Oh, the fun hasn't even started yet, mate," the Sniper growled, and, lowering his head, butted the Spy in the chest, knocking him back. In an instant, the two men were up and facing each other again, the Sniper armed with his kukri and the Spy with his knife. There was a moment of complete stillness, the tension so thick the Sniper felt it was veritably tactile. Then the Spy thrust the knife towards him, forcing the Sniper to block with the kukri. He gave a mighty heave back, backing the Spy into a corner. Again and again he slashed at the Spy, only to be blocked repeatedly, until a sudden pain bit into his face. The Spy's knife, in a movement too quick for the Sniper's eye to catch, had caught the Sniper's cheek, leaving a bloody slit. The Sniper stopped moving. The tension in the room was increasing, and a blind rage began to creep into his mind. Suddenly, all the Sniper wanted to do was pay back the Spy for the scar that would now linger on his face. Somewhere in his mind, he knew it was irrational, but something drove him after the Spy in a blind rage, hacking and slashing for all he was worth. The Spy, for his part, sidestepped each blow nimbly, parrying blows and leading the Sniper around the room. The tension built, the Sniper growling incoherently and the Spy dodging and riposting, randomly firing insults that only served to incense the Sniper further, until he nearly tripped over a locked crate in front of the window. The Sniper, however, was not as lucky, and fell with a crash on top of the crate and on top of the Spy. Through the red haze of his fury, it occurred to him that the Spy smelled rather nice-- a heady mixture of hand-rolled cigarettes and expensive cologne. The Spy, too, had noticed that the Sniper had a not-unpleasant scent of dirt and testosterone. Under normal circumstances, he would have found it repulsive. But for some reason, now, after all of this excitement, he found it attractive. Almost...wild. Definitely exciting. "You got blood on my suit," he whispered. -- Please, please, give me concrits. I feel like when I write, I have some definite good moments, but the rest of the time it's so hard for me to articulate what I want to say. I'm not even really sure where I'm going with this.
That last line. Hnng. My goodness I am looking forward to more of this.
How dare you stop it there! Haha, I kid, but awesome job with this!
...and it occurred to me how the Spy/Sniper fight in the middle of Meet the Spy seems like it has some perhaps sexual undertones. - This is why we can't have nice things. I didn't really see anything wrong with your writing. Maybe add some accents? Some random French words here and there for Spy. You describing the fight scene was really good, like I was watching the video. You build up the tension nicely here and I can't wait to see what you do for the second chapter ;D
Woo, people liked it! >>4 I'll do that. There weren't really many opportunities for dialogue between these two-- it was mostly just the fight scene. I'll try to update this at some point, but I realized that I started this at a rather bad time. I'm actually moving to Florida now (as we speak I'm writing this from my motel room) and I haven't had a lot of opportunities to get on and write. So you probably shouldn't hold your breath. Sorry! D:
Oh man! Please write more to this! Enemy sniper and spah are my favorite pairing--and this story is awesome!
The scene is fairly short, so I don't know what I can concrit it for. It seems great so far, though I think your auto-correct picked up your "Merci" and changed it to "Mercy." Other than that, keep going! It's great.
That's hot. Please continue :)