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The battle field was chaotic. Bodies were flying left and right as rockets rained down from every conceivable angle. The Red Medic took a step but was quickly hauled back by the back of his medi-pack by a strong hand as the sticky bomb the doctor hadn't noticed exploded. “Danke mein comrade.” He spoke in his German accent over the thunder of battle as he looked round at the large Russian man who had saved him by pulling him back behind a corner of the sewers in area dubbed 'Two Fort'. The Heavy smiled and patted the little doll in his pocket – his 'pocket medic'. This Heavy was the only one who carried one on their current team and seemed inseparable from the Medic that he currently stood beside. This particular medic was sporting the foppish physician attire for he felt it made him looked quite distinguished.
There was a sound like someone approaching and the Heavy pushed the Medic behind him, “Get behind me Doctor.” He proclaimed in his deep accented voice. They waited but no one appeared. Perhaps whoever it had been had turned back or been killed before getting to them. Of course they remained quite tense. They may have been in their own sewers but they had just cleaned out an enemy nest and they might come back to try and claim it again. Then the Medic felt breath on the back of his neck. Before he could yell to warn his friend the butt of a gun smacked him harshly on the back of the head. He started to fall, the name of their attacker dying on his lips. He could only watch in horror as a glittering thin weapon held by a Blue clad figure, slipped into the back of his ally. Before the world went black he was sure he saw his companion literally freeze from the strike.
**********Time Skip*********
The Red Medic woke up his head throbbing. His surroundings were unfamiliar and his breath showed in the air. He looked around the small grey room which was lit well enough by the single light in the ceiling. He shivered slightly and was thankful for his medi-pack because being asleep in this sort of cold could have been the death of him. He sat up finding the pack lighter than usual. He realised the nozzle he used to heal up other team members was missing. He wondered if someone had yanked it off but it seemed pretty skilfully done as nothing was damaged just removed. He adjusted his glasses wondering if this was some new area and he had re-spawned alone there due to some mess up in the technology that brought them back to life. He knew that there had been malfunctions before. Sometimes some would never re-spawn at all or there would be a very large delay. Others would come back but no longer move their minds completely scrambled – they sometimes used these unfortunates for training practice. It was sick but it wasn't like there was anyone home. Of course there was one other reason for someone not re-spawning and that was that when the 'match' ended the winning team were sometimes able to disabled the loser's re-spawner and permanently put an end to members of the other team. Sometimes if they were lucky they could hide or be salvaged in some way but it was still brutal.
For a moment the Medic feared he might be the only one who hadn't been killed permanently. Still this didn't look like any re-spawn room he had seen before. He got up and gripped his head in pain. The last thing he remembered was being struck from behind. He felt a pain in his chest. He had to find his comrades. He walked out of the room via the only door. It was cold to the touch even through his thick gloves. Behind it he found a grey corridor which was equally well lit by the bar lights in the ceiling. His footsteps made a sort of clunking noise telling him the floor he walked on was metal and he could see frost on the walls. He slipped a little on a patch of ice and felt himself starting to panic. Just where was he. It was like some giant freezer.
The corridor got wider up ahead and his blinked in surprise. Lining each side were ice sculptures of various animals. They were amazingly life like and would have been beautiful if it wasn't for the fact each animal looked like it was contorted in pain. No wonder it was so cold. It was to preserve these sculptures. He spent a few moments hypnotised by the disturbing wonder of them all. Then he started moving again seeing a fork in the path up ahead. The corridor came to a sort of T-junction but there was also a large door in front of him. He wondered if this was the way some of the larger sculptures were brought into the corridor. He also felt drawn to the door in the way dark curiosity leads one to danger. The fear of what was behind the door was growing but that just made the doctor more curious. He reached out and gritting his teeth against how cold the metal was under his hands, opened it.
He stepped into a much grander looking room decked mostly in blue. That would be enough to worry the Red Medic but what chilled him to the bone even more than the colour and the cold was the statues that stood in this room. They were of Team members. It was impossible to say which side they were meant to be on as they were made of ice after all. Like the statues in the hall they were all contorted in pain. Not only that but there was something scarily familiar about these sculptures. Sure there were plenty of each class running around in battle but this particular group seemed too familiar. He walked past each one counting off the classes. So far he was seeing only one of each. He paused in front of the Heavy and his eyes went to the sculpture's chest. There frozen also was a little 'pocket medic'. The medic looked up into the frozen Heavy's horrified face and began to shake.
“Nien.” He shook his head and started to back up. As he did he spotted the empty plinth beside the frozen Heavy and the label 'Medic'. He was about to make the turn to run when he heard the sound of a Spy de-cloaking behind him. He whipped around fast enough to make his head hurt again. “Bonjour Doctor.” The French man smirked as he greeted the enemy Medic. He really loved startled and horrified expression on the Medic's face. It was beautiful and totally worth the long wait following him through the building while cloaked. This was the Blue Spy's special place. He had asked a Blue Engineer to build it – well blackmailed. He might have been a team mate but this particular Spy couldn't care less. All he wanted was his enjoyment and he got that from seeing his victim's terrified faces. Ever since he had been gifted with the 'Spy-cicle' he had found the perfect way to preserve his enjoyment. He stroked the lapel of his uniform that was much like the Medic's only it was called the 'Distinguished Rouge'.
The Medic seemed to lose all power of speech under the gaze of this mad man. He stood almost as frozen as the statues that surrounded them. The Blue Spy drank in the Red Medic's appearance. He had been looking for a good specimen for his collection. Oh yes he had many more than the ones that were in this room. Just he had used people who had been on the Red Medic's team in the last mission to make a statement. This room was all for playing with his captive. He had been taken with how the Red Medic moved on the battle field. Flawlessly changing from healing others to being a true battle medic. Plus he seemed to have a certain flare. Yes this one would be especially sweet to transform and he would wring out every emotion in the Red Medic to make the perfect ice sculpture, “You really will make a beautiful sculpture.” He licked his lips slightly feeling hunger to sink his weapon into the doctor's flesh.
The Medic regained his senses and went to draw his weapon but found neither saw or crossbow was there. He was defenceless and trapped with this mad man. He wondered if he could get the jump on him and strangle the foul man to death. The Blue Spy watched with interested as the Red Medic's face now contorted with rage. He was not surprised when the Medic lunged at him. He grabbed the Medic's wrist and sidestepping managed to get around behind the medic at the same time forcing his arm at a painful angle. The Medic winced and then shivered as he felt the tip of a very cold object trail up his back carefully angled to reach between his back and the medi-pack. He then felt the object shift to press against the back of his neck. To struggle might drive the monstrous device into his body and he knew full well how deadly Spy back-stabs were.
He felt a chill seeping into him from where the weapon was pressed against his skin. Quite suddenly the cold object was replaced with a wet warm one. He let out a little cry of surprise as the Spy's slick tongue teased the cold skin. He sucked a little on the flesh of his victim and gave the Medic a little nip with his teeth. The Medic's heart was already hammering in his chest from fear – a fear he had yet to know on the battle field – but now it felt as though it would have stopped if not for his medi-pack. Just what was this beast planning. He had never encountered a Spy like this. Sure each of the classes had their quirks but this... this was far beyond that. Okay so maybe it wasn't. Each of them were seriously fucked up in the head. As a doctor he could admit that – though it wouldn't stop him enjoying sticking needles in people. Still he had never been the one receiving the full attention of a mad man who seemed a little madder than the others. Even madder than that one Solider who had started collecting heads after his own had been cut off by an enemy Demoman. He wondered if that had been one of those odd re-spawn side effects again. He should probably get to the bottom of that if he ever got out of here alive. The Spy's voice brought him back to reality “Oui, a wonderful statue for mon collection.”
The Medic managed to elbow the Spy in the ribs with his free arm and break his hold. He stumbled away trying to get as much distance between them as possible. A shot rang out and the Medic fell to the floor as the leg he was going to step onto was shot. It had thrown him off balance. He watched the blood stain his trouser leg but the bullet itself soon popped out the hole as the wound healed thanks to his Medi-pack. Ah, he thought, so this is why the Spy left me with this. He wants to play with me before he freezes me like he has my fellows. He is going to keep me trapped here one way or another. The gaze he now gave the Spy was almost as icy as the surroundings. The Blue Spy simply smirked, “So now you understand your position Doctor. Bon, come with me. It is time to make this game more interesting.” The Medic raised his eyebrow but got up to follow the Spy. What choice did he have anyway.