THEY ARE MAKING ME POST IT Still not finished. I'm supposed to write sex into this but it feels plain wrong. D: Couldn't arsed inserting the italics into here.It’s snowing. A cold blanket that envelopes the world, their world. White, crisp and clean, thick icicles clinging to every edge available and the light falling of snow surrounded them, with a white sky, white ground, barely a footstep in sight. Scout was the lone figure in the middle of the vast expanse, the colourless world stretched to the horizon and the abandoned buildings were shrouded in the snowfall, a rather entrancing view. He’d become bored of the snowfights back at the base – Soldier had built himself a small snow-fort and was indeed taking the whole situation very seriously (almost creepily) and would bark nonsense and obscenities at anyone who came close. Demoman had given him a few snowball-throwing lessons, mocking any shiver or complaint of the cold with a laugh and a “’S nothin’ like up north! Couldnae see past yer nose fae the blizzards! Me maw suffered fae frostbite every winter and we didnae whine like you lot.” Though Scout figured that this really begged the question of why on Earth would anyone want to live somewhere so cold, but he’d humour the guy, at least. He pulled the parka’s hood that inch closer to his face, the soft fur lining catching the heat to protect him from the harsh winter. The scarf stayed snug to his face, hiding all but his eyes from view – not that there was anyone else out here, just him and the snow. It seemed he had become a bit overexcited, running as fast as he could, his lungs taking in huge gasps of ice cold air that chilled his mouth and throat and now when he looked back he could only see mist and snowfall. At least his footprints were still there. The old remnants of the town stood eerily still, the occasional ragged curtain fluttering in the breeze or a creaking shop sign were the only source of noise apart from the snow crunching underfoot as Scout cautiously explored the silent streets. The place wasn’t very big, either it was just a small town or the majority of the area had been flattened – bombed, maybe? By some of the damage, it seemed likely. Charred bricks and rubble with boarded up windows, faded shop displays – very little was left, looted a long time ago it seemed. Even the colour had drained away, leaving the place harsh and monotone, lifeless. Scout tried to imagine what the place must have looked like before the war, people in the streets, women in shops, children playing… The deserted playground was a rather depressing sight, and as much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t help but feel he contributed this dead town. He spent the next while exploring, satisfying his child-like curiosity. He’d occasionally venture into the decaying buildings; streets lined with tenement blocks with collapsing roofs and clogged rain pipes must have been home to hundreds. Old photos and toys littered the area, and with a careful flick of his gloved hand he wiped away the dust that clung to the cracked glass of an old photo frame – a family photo, by the looks of it. Wonder where they are now… Did they make it out? He was half-expecting some lone survivor to jump out at him by this point (and perhaps that might have rested his anxious mind, to be reassured that at least someone was alive out here), but as time went on it seemed like the area was well and truly dead…. No, no, there had to be someone, right? His wanderings continued for a while more before he finally decided to turn back, retracing his fading footprints for a few minutes before he froze, eyes wide. Footprints. Definitely not his, oh no. Strange, they were the same size and everything, same shape too, but trailing off on a completely different route. Unless he was going in circles, of course, but Scout had a rather well-functioning sense of direction, and surely he would have recognised some of the buildings if that was the case. His head flicked from side to side nervously before he started to follow them, a strange mix of fear and anticipation welling up as his pace began to quicken. Was there still someone left in this rotting place? Living at the base for years with little contact with the outside world (apart from the rare and irregular mail deliveries) had begun to fray his perception of things, as though the only thing now in this wretched world apart from the REDs were the BLUs sitting on the other side. As much as he was fond of his team, it was becoming a rather frustrating existence. This shell of a town was a rather harsh reminder. Scout shielded his eyes with his arm from a sudden gust of wind and snow as he continued to follow, his eyes adjusting as he glared through to study a figure, not too far ahead. His heart skipped a beat – well, he wasn’t going in circles, that was for sure. He squinted as he tried to make out more details, but stopped in his tracks with a horrified urgency as he made out the colour of the outfit. No! No! He just wanted to find someone, anyone other than them out here. Someone perhaps to apologise to for this mess (despite, of course, that none of it could be blamed on him specifically, the red of his shirt seemed to say otherwise). Well, he thought, at least it’ll be an easy kill, right? He drew his pistol, still burning cold through his thick gloves as he aimed. Alarmingly, the BLU had either spotted him or heard him as he was now holding his own weapon in a similar fashion, aimed straight for him. Both seemed reluctant to pull the trigger, however, as they stood still as statues in the dead street, eyes fixated and bodies tense, fingers but a hair’s breadth away from squeezing the trigger and tearing a bullet through the other’s brain, to leave a bloodied and frozen corpse behind with the empty town. Scout did his best not to think about that. He was moving forward. Forward! Scout started to shuffle back nervously, clenching his teeth, why hadn’t the BLU shot him? What was he waiting for? …Why wasn’t he firing either? Raising his arms… What’s he doing? Surrendering? No, no, he’s a BLU, he… “You can put your weapon down, I ain’t gonna fire,” he heard the BLU call, waving his arms in a downwards motion, as though he were trying to calm the other but Scout was steadfast and kept his aim defiantly. “I just wanna talk alright?” Still no response. “… Look, if I had wanted to kill you, I’da did it before youse got this far.” He lowered his weapon. “Why didn’t you?” Scout finally questioned, his eyes quizzically studying the other. He couldn’t make out the face from the distance and the snow, but the voice was oddly familiar - there was the possibility they had a run in before, but Scout cared little about this. He was BLU, Scout was RED. The fact that they were exchanging words and not bullets was worrying enough, and he was considering just turning tail and fleeing before anything unsavoury might occur. Nothing good ever comes from a BLU, right? Right.“I just wanna talk to you, man! Is that so bad?” he heard the other plead, and for once Scout felt a sense of doubt grow, for a second considering the other to perhaps be a bit more human than he first thought. Maybe not just a moving target. He kept his gun trained on him either way, confident that he could land a shot before the other aimed his weapon to pull the trigger.Scout did his best to stop shaking. Not from the cold, mind you, but from sheer nerve, as though he were staring into a lion’s mouth. “Alright, man, go ahead, talk!” he barked, attempting to sound threatening.
“Just put the gun down,” the BLU repeated, his voice lowering as he waved his hands again, pocketing his own weapon. “Look, yeah okay, I get why you’re so… Riled up, ya know? But we’re both in the same boat, right, out here in the cold. Just… Just ignore the colours for once.” Scout clenched his teeth, his heartbeat speeding with nervous worry. Ignore the colours. They were surrounded by white, that synthetic blue clothing seemed to stick out so painfully on the stark background and was a painful reminder of their difference. Their only difference. He finally lowered the gun, warily watching the other plod closer through the snow. The other’s face was concealed by a scarf, as was his, but he seemed to be wearing a lot less and paying for it – he was shivering visibly with only that blue jacket on and some plain gloves, along with a baseball cap and worn boots. Didn’t they have enough clothing back there, or was he trying to prove something? The other’s eyes were studying him – pale blue, he noticed, like his own – before he watched the scarf be pulled away. He recoiled in shock, eyes wide with surprise with a sudden blink. If he was seeing correctly (and he was damned sure he was), the other just so happened to be the spitting image of himself. Scout paused for a moment, realizing after seeing the other’s confused expression that the other boy had no clue why he was looking so jarred. “…What?” Scout removed his own scarf, bracing himself for the chill to hit his skin as he revealed his face. There was an uneasy pause as both tried to comprehend the situation – running into your doppelganger was a rare event and he found himself trying to find any sort of difference between the two that might comfort him, might assure him that he wasn’t staring at a carbon copy of himself or some ghostly apparition.Well… The whole face, now that he had a good look, seemed somewhat… Harsher. The nose and eyes were a bit narrower, the sides of the mouth pulled up in a slight smirk. Perhaps the sheer cold of the place had added to this, making him seem pale and sullen, the lookalike’s breath lingering in the air in clouds of vapour with his own. These little discrepancies both soothed yet frightened him. The other finally said something, snapping Scout of his confused gaze. “Eerie, eh?” he laughed, summing up Scout’s thoughts in a word. No wonder he recognised the voice, his own sound coming from another’s mouth was unnerving, but he nodded.“You’re…”“’Suppose we’ve never been this up close,” he said nonchalantly, his smirk disappearing, but replaced by a strangely calm expression. Scout began to wonder, did the similarities run any further than skin deep?“Not had much of a chance,” mumbled Scout. How odd (or maybe depressing was the right word) that he should come out on a day like this, in hopes of finding someone else and run into himself. A surprisingly warm smile came to the other’s face, and suddenly the BLU seemed far less threatening and far more human. “Well, here’s our chance.”The colour of their clothing suddenly seemed ridiculously trivial.__________________ Scout hadn’t bothered to wear a watch, but it must have been a few hours by now, at least. They’d spent the time talking, laughing, joking, building snowmen, ice skating on the frozen river (and doubling over with laughter as one of them almost fell straight through), starting fires with what little combustible junk left over and generally acting less like soldiers and more like people. Children, almost - two boys and a city full of snow.They’d gone through every game they could think of when they were younger: tag, hide and seek - Scout being rather reluctant to partake in, part of him still highly suspicious of the other but pleasantly surprised when he found the other snickering to himself behind an old car like a schoolyard kid.
That was a really gripping intro, Novi... it grabbed my attention and held it all the way through. It's interesting to see someone take on the subject of the whole doppelganger thing from a personal point of view. The setting you chose set a perfect mood for the meeting, too. And the end bits were cute :3Do want moar of this. :o
Novi as always you are brillant and wonderful and every other good thing. Keep going please! Don't actually care about porn or not. Its very cute either way.
SEE I TOLD YOU IT'S AWESOMEI'D STILL LIKE TO SEE IT END IN SEX OR FROT AT LEAST THOUGH
aw,novi.that was cute,[psssht.dopplegang-bang.]
D'aaaaw
This actually was amazing. I wouldn't want the story to be ruined with twincest.
Make more please.Pretty please.