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As the scarlet liquid streamed down my arm, Sniper began to laugh uncontrollably. "Had enough Sheila?!" He said past his laughter he ripped my dress and began leaving scars on my stomach and rib area. I gave in to him, I'm useless, weak and all I could do is suffer and watch!

But whilst he was etching scars onto my skin, I saw what might have been tears lingering in his eyes... The tears leaked and swam their way down his cheeks.

"Stop… Please" I pleaded, it was the only thing I could breathe out.

He stopped, took a handful of my hair and forced me to stare into those malevolent eyes... "What did you say?" Sniper's voice was scratchy. "Stop… Please… I beg of you… I'm sorry…" I begged for my very life. He released his grasp upon my hair and walked way from me, Sniper threw a knife at the rope, my frail body slammed on to the concrete floor only for me to black out and probably die…

~Christian Brutal Sniper's P.O.V~
I walked away from the girl, I threw a small knife at the rope as she fell face first to the ground. I began leaving her to die probably, I rubbed my cheeks. What! tears?! Dammit, I must of been crying... Yeah, she's beautiful but I refuse to feel sympathy for her and her bitchy attitude.

As I was approaching my room, I heard Spy's invisibility cloak vanish. "How did it go?" He spoke whilst placing a hand on my shoulder. I gave him a dark glare, his eyes widened. "No! 'Ou didn't kill her! Did 'ou?!" I chuckled. "She didn't respect me, so I-" before I could finish, I received a smack on my head. I saw my hat flutter down on to the floor.

"Of course she didn't respect 'ou. 'Ou killed he team. Kidnapped her. She's terrified of 'ou and now even more so because 'ou abused her! She's our key to your vengeance not a punch bag!"

"Well, I didn't kill 'er. She's sleeping… I think. And besides, the team should see what I can to do to their 'ousekeeper." I smirked

"When she wakes up I want 'ou to give her food, new clothes and an opportunity to get cleaned. Frankly, I don't want to smell dry blood."

"So now you want me to feel sympathy for 'er!? She's a member of BLU and you think I'm just going to-"

"Clearly, she doesn't know who 'ou are. I want to do these things to redeem yourself..."

"It's not going to turn me back into 'me' again."

"I know zhat, but at least make her healthy. 'ou would need her walking Mundy an-"

"Don't call me that!" Raising my voice enough to shut that spook up.

I began to march away, picking up my blood stained hat off the ground, until I heard Spy speak once more. "Take zhis. At least bandage ______'s wounds up." He threw me a roll of bandages, Fine I'll do these things… Only if Spy shuts his gob afterwards…

~Your P.OV~
-Many hours later-
I was regaining consciousness, the blood had dried up on my arm already. How long was I asleep for? Who knows… I used whatever strength I had remaining to lift my body against the wall. I just want my team to come and carry me back home...

I hate it here.

I'm scared. I sobbed as I curled myself into a ball, but I couldn't produce any more tears. I began to find myself listening to the radio that was still active. It would playing a melody that would sound like something would be played in church. With a dark and sinister undertone. I wanted to be positive, so I started thinking of when I first joined BLU.

~One year ago.~
"Are you here for the housekeeping job?" Said a woman in a purple dress, she flicked her black glasses into place whilst I slid my résumé into her view upon the desk. "Yeah, I need this job so badly!" I said in a cheery tone, Miss Pauling looked through my résumé. She nodded with delight. "You seem pretty up for this job. Now, I'd like you to choose which team you'd like to join." There were two contracts that lay on the table, there was:

RED: Reliable Excavation Demolition

BLU: Builder League United

I read both contracts carefully. The bottom had a passage highlight in bold print which says:

"Though not in battle, you are still an official member of RED/BLU. We appreciate your help to work with us. But, if you cause any form of treason amongst the team. Punishments can extend to make redundant or execution. Depending on your act of betrayal."

Wow, that's really fucked up. But… I really need this job and it's unlikely that I would betray the team anyways... Before I could sign on a contract, Miss Pauling interrupted me. "I'd recommend you chose BLU. Reason being because about two months ago, we lost our Sniper from our RED team and he is rumoured to be alive and well... A lot more dangerous. This is only a rumour as far as me and the Administrator are concerned, but for your safety. I'd recommend you choose BLU."

I blinked a few times in total confusion. "Well, um… Whatever you say... I guess." I signed my name on to the contract for BLU. And so my new job begins with a team full of mercenaries.

~Present Day~
I smiled at that memory, thinking about how welcomed I was when I first met them. Spy appearing from behind, scaring the hell out of me. Scout trying to flirt with me, Demo being drunk and dancing like a fool and Heavy giving me a hug. It was nice. My previous jobs were just shit, having either crappy co-workers or just minimum wage. I love my housekeeping job but now I'm stuck here.

Completely helpless.

I tried covering my chest up with my torn dress with success. My face faded into a cherry red colour, I can't believe he saw my chest. I lifted myself up, it was painful, it felt like a ton bricks was pushing me down. After struggling I finally got up, I rushed to the door but it was locked. Dammit! The radio was still playing that grim melody. I slammed it off, I then noticed a light. Very miniature and feeble. It came from the wall.

I limped, carrying my aching body to the barred up window. Peeping through the hole I saw daylight, it gleamed at my eyes, irritating them. It has been hours since I had sunlight and fresh air. My hand reached to find a weaker part of the wood, my other hand clinched tightly to the ragged curtain.

A loud pounding noise made my heart stop for a second whilst the noise continued to invade my ear drums. SLAM! SLAM! "Sheila! You awake?! Or did I kill you by accident!? 'Ello? Answer me!"

"I'm here! I'm here!" I responded, pleading.

A click was heard then, the door creaked opened, light invaded my eyes once more. "Follow me." His voice hardened.

"Where are yo-"

"I said. Follow me." His gloved hand roughly grabbed my wrist. It stung for a second but I had to endure it. I was being dragged, in silence. No words shall come out of my mouth. The grip on my wrist grows tighter then loosens, then tightens then loosens. It felt like an hour of being dragged until we reached a grey door. I began to panic, I'm scared that it's a room purely for torture.

"What are you gonna do? I promise I'll be good and-" I babbled

"Relax!" He roughly pushed the door open and revealed... A shower room?

There were at least ten cubicles with eggshell curtains for privacy, white tiles that have faded to a pale grey from being neglected or vandalised. I took a step inside as Sniper was guarding the door. "You have fifteen minutes to get yourself cleaned. I'm sure that's enough time for a woman. But, if you take too long, I'll come and drag out." He said with a smug expression which slowly faded away.

"Yes... T-Thanks" I responded shyly. After walking to a cubicle, I heard a ear wrenching slam from the door. Which sent a large shock head to toe from my body. Stripping my beaten dress off and my underwear, I stepped inside the shower, turning the water on. The temperature wasn't the best but it'll do, cold but it had tinge of warmth in it.

Whilst washing my hair, I thought about a situation that happened with my team a while ago...

~5 Months ago~
I was cooking dinner of beef stew with serving of home-made, or in this case "base-made" bread. The food was almost ready and I was so excited to give this to my team, they were so positive that they were going to win today's battle. Preparing the table, my eyes gleamed at the nine men or eight, depending on Pyro that is. They marched into the rec room and slumped down on their chairs.

"How was battle?" I asked excitedly whilst grinning.

"Disgraceful!" Screamed Soldier.

My smile faded away. Darn, oh well maybe next time... Hopefully. "Oh, sorry to hear that..." I said sympathetically. "Don't beat yerself up for it, ______. The RED team were just a step ahead of us is all. I'm sure we'll beat 'em next time 'round." Engie always so optimistic, that what I really like about him.

"Yeah, we woulda if that freak Christian Brutal Sniper didn't show up!" Scout exclaimed.

The whole room went silent. Spy scowling at Scout. "Uh, who?" Curiosity was getting the best of me. Soldier then slammed Scout onto the table I had prepared. "Don't you dare say that name in this base!" Soldier lost it, but I was so confused. Sniper tried to break the two apart while Spy and Engineer tried to put an end to the feud.

"______. You might vant to leave, I don't vant you to get hurt." Medic suggested.

I rushed out of the room, closing the door behind me. I began to listen to the conversation that caught my attention inside the rec room. "Soldier! What the fuck, man?! I was jus' telling her why we lost!" Scout shouted. "Well zhen don't tell her anymore. Do you want to scare off our housekeeper zhen?" Spy commented.

"Spah's right. If we tell ______ about that Sniper, She'll make a run for it. And we already have enough work as it is... We should get rid of him once more... For good." Engie replied with his voice sounding dark. This is odd, Engineer doesn't normally sound like that. And is that "Christian Brutal Sniper" guy the person Miss Pauling mentioned before the deceased RED Sniper? And what do my team have to do with him? The room was quiet, I knocked on the door. "Can I come back in now?" I asked. "Ja." Medic answered calmly.

I entered the room, pretending as if nothing happened. It was for the best. "So... Um, I think dinners ready now." I tried to make conversation. Awkward as it was, it worked. We dug in to the stew, the atmosphere of the room was tense but I brushed it off. After eating and cleaning up, I headed for my room.

Confused and curious...

~Present day~
Pain struck on my arm and stomach. Damn, those scars weren't cleaned. That bastard... Who the hell does think he is?! True, I did get off on the wrong foot but-... He has no right to keep me hostage here. After rinsing off the hair products, I quickly moved to my body, I put the soap on to my skin and gently scrubbed my scars, painful? Yeah, but I still proceed to wash as much blood and grim and possible.

Enduring the pain. I switched the water and wrapping myself with a towel found in a locker, thankfully it wasn't sweaty. I wrapped it around myself, I heard Sniper pound on the door once more.

"You done?!"

"Yes."

Sniper marched into the room. He was wearing his attire from last time, black shirt with a vest the same colour, black jeans and shoes with a biohazard symbol on each shoulder of his shirt and his black hat with blood stains on it. He was walking closer to me while I moved back up against the wall, my hand clenching to the towel. He gestured for me to grab a pile of... Clothing? On his hands lay neatly a folded sky blue tank top with a pair of black shorts. "Put these on." He demanded, "Where did you get these?" I asked. "Spoi, he bought them for you. You moight want to thank 'im later." Sniper explained. "You have three minutes. Same applied to your shower, if you take too long I'll drag you out." He left the room again, slamming the door behind him.

I rushed to get dressed, between the folded tank top was a pair of white panties. I flushed red. I can't believe Spy actually bought underwear for me! Brushing that off, I was finished in a flash. I knocked on the door. "I... I'm ready." I spoke quietly. Sniper opened the door, and looked at me. "Alroight. Follow me." I tailed him to another room, again it was silent. There were a few questions that lingered in my mind, Sniper opened the door to a bedroom. "Is this your room?" Though, it seems too clean to be his room. "No. Just sit on the bed." I obeyed him, the bed creaked under my light weight but it seemed comfy.

Sniper sat down beside me, maybe a little too close. His hand reached for my arm which had the scars. I shifted back slightly. "Sheila, I have no weapons on me and even if I do end up 'urting you Spoi will have moi 'ead." He showed me the roll of bandages, I realised that he was going to patch me up. I gave my arm to him, he held my wrist and began rolling the bandages up my arm.

"I-... Um..." I mumbled.

"If you 'ave something to say, say it. But if it's something bitchy, I don't want to 'ear it." He replied

"No, it's not that. I just-... Have some questions is all."

"I'm all ears."

"First, why are you helping me? I mean, like, one minute you trying to kill me and the next. You're pampering me."

"Well, Spoi won't shut 'is gob about me not being a gentleman so I thought this would make his shut up."

"Second, what do you have against my team?"

Sniper went silent for a few seconds then said, "That's none of your concern."

I was going to ask my final question and it's been bothering me since I woke up...

"Are you the RED Sniper?"

~To be continued~

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As the scarlet liquid streamed down my arm, Sniper began to laugh uncontrollably. "Had enough Sheila?!" He said past his laughter he ripped my dress and began leaving scars on my stomach and rib area. I gave in to him, I'm useless, weak and all I could do is suffer and watch!

But whilst he was etching scars onto my skin, I saw what might have been tears lingering in his eyes... The tears leaked and swam their way down his cheeks.

"Stop… Please" I pleaded, it was the only thing I could breathe out.

He stopped, took a handful of my hair and forced me to stare into those malevolent eyes... "What did you say?" Sniper's voice was scratchy. "Stop… Please… I beg of you… I'm sorry…" I begged for my very life. He released his grasp upon my hair and walked way from me, Sniper threw a knife at the rope, my frail body slammed on to the concrete floor only for me to black out and probably die…

~Christian Brutal Sniper's P.O.V~
I walked away from the girl, I threw a small knife at the rope as she fell face first to the ground. I began leaving her to die probably, I rubbed my cheeks. What! tears?! Dammit, I must of been crying... Yeah, she's beautiful but I refuse to feel sympathy for her and her bitchy attitude.

As I was approaching my room, I heard Spy's invisibility cloak vanish. "How did it go?" He spoke whilst placing a hand on my shoulder. I gave him a dark glare, his eyes widened. "No! 'Ou didn't kill her! Did 'ou?!" I chuckled. "She didn't respect me, so I-" before I could finish, I received a smack on my head. I saw my hat flutter down on to the floor.

"Of course she didn't respect 'ou. 'Ou killed he team. Kidnapped her. She's terrified of 'ou and now even more so because 'ou abused her! She's our key to your vengeance not a punch bag!"

"Well, I didn't kill 'er. She's sleeping… I think. And besides, the team should see what I can to do to their 'ousekeeper." I smirked

"When she wakes up I want 'ou to give her food, new clothes and an opportunity to get cleaned. Frankly, I don't want to smell dry blood."

"So now you want me to feel sympathy for 'er!? She's a member of BLU and you think I'm just going to-"

"Clearly, she doesn't know who 'ou are. I want to do these things to redeem yourself..."

"It's not going to turn me back into 'me' again."

"I know zhat, but at least make her healthy. 'ou would need her walking Mundy an-"

"Don't call me that!" Raising my voice enough to shut that spook up.

I began to march away, picking up my blood stained hat off the ground, until I heard Spy speak once more. "Take zhis. At least bandage ______'s wounds up." He threw me a roll of bandages, Fine I'll do these things… Only if Spy shuts his gob afterwards…

~Your P.OV~
-Many hours later-
I was regaining consciousness, the blood had dried up on my arm already. How long was I asleep for? Who knows… I used whatever strength I had remaining to lift my body against the wall. I just want my team to come and carry me back home...

I hate it here.

I'm scared. I sobbed as I curled myself into a ball, but I couldn't produce any more tears. I began to find myself listening to the radio that was still active. It would playing a melody that would sound like something would be played in church. With a dark and sinister undertone. I wanted to be positive, so I started thinking of when I first joined BLU.

~One year ago.~
"Are you here for the housekeeping job?" Said a woman in a purple dress, she flicked her black glasses into place whilst I slid my résumé into her view upon the desk. "Yeah, I need this job so badly!" I said in a cheery tone, Miss Pauling looked through my résumé. She nodded with delight. "You seem pretty up for this job. Now, I'd like you to choose which team you'd like to join." There were two contracts that lay on the table, there was:

RED: Reliable Excavation Demolition

BLU: Builder League United

I read both contracts carefully. The bottom had a passage highlight in bold print which says:

"Though not in battle, you are still an official member of RED/BLU. We appreciate your help to work with us. But, if you cause any form of treason amongst the team. Punishments can extend to make redundant or execution. Depending on your act of betrayal."

Wow, that's really fucked up. But… I really need this job and it's unlikely that I would betray the team anyways... Before I could sign on a contract, Miss Pauling interrupted me. "I'd recommend you chose BLU. Reason being because about two months ago, we lost our Sniper from our RED team and he is rumoured to be alive and well... A lot more dangerous. This is only a rumour as far as me and the Administrator are concerned, but for your safety. I'd recommend you choose BLU."

I blinked a few times in total confusion. "Well, um… Whatever you say... I guess." I signed my name on to the contract for BLU. And so my new job begins with a team full of mercenaries.

~Present Day~
I smiled at that memory, thinking about how welcomed I was when I first met them. Spy appearing from behind, scaring the hell out of me. Scout trying to flirt with me, Demo being drunk and dancing like a fool and Heavy giving me a hug. It was nice. My previous jobs were just shit, having either crappy co-workers or just minimum wage. I love my housekeeping job but now I'm stuck here.

Completely helpless.

I tried covering my chest up with my torn dress with success. My face faded into a cherry red colour, I can't believe he saw my chest. I lifted myself up, it was painful, it felt like a ton bricks was pushing me down. After struggling I finally got up, I rushed to the door but it was locked. Dammit! The radio was still playing that grim melody. I slammed it off, I then noticed a light. Very miniature and feeble. It came from the wall.

I limped, carrying my aching body to the barred up window. Peeping through the hole I saw daylight, it gleamed at my eyes, irritating them. It has been hours since I had sunlight and fresh air. My hand reached to find a weaker part of the wood, my other hand clinched tightly to the ragged curtain.

A loud pounding noise made my heart stop for a second whilst the noise continued to invade my ear drums. SLAM! SLAM! "Sheila! You awake?! Or did I kill you by accident!? 'Ello? Answer me!"

"I'm here! I'm here!" I responded, pleading.

A click was heard then, the door creaked opened, light invaded my eyes once more. "Follow me." His voice hardened.

"Where are yo-"

"I said. Follow me." His gloved hand roughly grabbed my wrist. It stung for a second but I had to endure it. I was being dragged, in silence. No words shall come out of my mouth. The grip on my wrist grows tighter then loosens, then tightens then loosens. It felt like an hour of being dragged until we reached a grey door. I began to panic, I'm scared that it's a room purely for torture.

"What are you gonna do? I promise I'll be good and-" I babbled

"Relax!" He roughly pushed the door open and revealed... A shower room?

There were at least ten cubicles with eggshell curtains for privacy, white tiles that have faded to a pale grey from being neglected or vandalised. I took a step inside as Sniper was guarding the door. "You have fifteen minutes to get yourself cleaned. I'm sure that's enough time for a woman. But, if you take too long, I'll come and drag out." He said with a smug expression which slowly faded away.

"Yes... T-Thanks" I responded shyly. After walking to a cubicle, I heard a ear wrenching slam from the door. Which sent a large shock head to toe from my body. Stripping my beaten dress off and my underwear, I stepped inside the shower, turning the water on. The temperature wasn't the best but it'll do, cold but it had tinge of warmth in it.

Whilst washing my hair, I thought about a situation that happened with my team a while ago...

~5 Months ago~
I was cooking dinner of beef stew with serving of home-made, or in this case "base-made" bread. The food was almost ready and I was so excited to give this to my team, they were so positive that they were going to win today's battle. Preparing the table, my eyes gleamed at the nine men or eight, depending on Pyro that is. They marched into the rec room and slumped down on their chairs.

"How was battle?" I asked excitedly whilst grinning.

"Disgraceful!" Screamed Soldier.

My smile faded away. Darn, oh well maybe next time... Hopefully. "Oh, sorry to hear that..." I said sympathetically. "Don't beat yerself up for it, ______. The RED team were just a step ahead of us is all. I'm sure we'll beat 'em next time 'round." Engie always so optimistic, that what I really like about him.

"Yeah, we woulda if that freak Christian Brutal Sniper didn't show up!" Scout exclaimed.

The whole room went silent. Spy scowling at Scout. "Uh, who?" Curiosity was getting the best of me. Soldier then slammed Scout onto the table I had prepared. "Don't you dare say that name in this base!" Soldier lost it, but I was so confused. Sniper tried to break the two apart while Spy and Engineer tried to put an end to the feud.

"______. You might vant to leave, I don't vant you to get hurt." Medic suggested.

I rushed out of the room, closing the door behind me. I began to listen to the conversation that caught my attention inside the rec room. "Soldier! What the fuck, man?! I was jus' telling her why we lost!" Scout shouted. "Well zhen don't tell her anymore. Do you want to scare off our housekeeper zhen?" Spy commented.

"Spah's right. If we tell ______ about that Sniper, She'll make a run for it. And we already have enough work as it is... We should get rid of him once more... For good." Engie replied with his voice sounding dark. This is odd, Engineer doesn't normally sound like that. And is that "Christian Brutal Sniper" guy the person Miss Pauling mentioned before the deceased RED Sniper? And what do my team have to do with him? The room was quiet, I knocked on the door. "Can I come back in now?" I asked. "Ja." Medic answered calmly.

I entered the room, pretending as if nothing happened. It was for the best. "So... Um, I think dinners ready now." I tried to make conversation. Awkward as it was, it worked. We dug in to the stew, the atmosphere of the room was tense but I brushed it off. After eating and cleaning up, I headed for my room.

Confused and curious...

~Present day~
Pain struck on my arm and stomach. Damn, those scars weren't cleaned. That bastard... Who the hell does think he is?! True, I did get off on the wrong foot but-... He has no right to keep me hostage here. After rinsing off the hair products, I quickly moved to my body, I put the soap on to my skin and gently scrubbed my scars, painful? Yeah, but I still proceed to wash as much blood and grim and possible.

Enduring the pain. I switched the water and wrapping myself with a towel found in a locker, thankfully it wasn't sweaty. I wrapped it around myself, I heard Sniper pound on the door once more.

"You done?!"

"Yes."

Sniper marched into the room. He was wearing his attire from last time, black shirt with a vest the same colour, black jeans and shoes with a biohazard symbol on each shoulder of his shirt and his black hat with blood stains on it. He was walking closer to me while I moved back up against the wall, my hand clenching to the towel. He gestured for me to grab a pile of... Clothing? On his hands lay neatly a folded sky blue tank top with a pair of black shorts. "Put these on." He demanded, "Where did you get these?" I asked. "Spoi, he bought them for you. You moight want to thank 'im later." Sniper explained. "You have three minutes. Same applied to your shower, if you take too long I'll drag you out." He left the room again, slamming the door behind him.

I rushed to get dressed, between the folded tank top was a pair of white panties. I flushed red. I can't believe Spy actually bought underwear for me! Brushing that off, I was finished in a flash. I knocked on the door. "I... I'm ready." I spoke quietly. Sniper opened the door, and looked at me. "Alroight. Follow me." I tailed him to another room, again it was silent. There were a few questions that lingered in my mind, Sniper opened the door to a bedroom. "Is this your room?" Though, it seems too clean to be his room. "No. Just sit on the bed." I obeyed him, the bed creaked under my light weight but it seemed comfy.

Sniper sat down beside me, maybe a little too close. His hand reached for my arm which had the scars. I shifted back slightly. "Sheila, I have no weapons on me and even if I do end up 'urting you Spoi will have moi 'ead." He showed me the roll of bandages, I realised that he was going to patch me up. I gave my arm to him, he held my wrist and began rolling the bandages up my arm.

"I-... Um..." I mumbled.

"If you 'ave something to say, say it. But if it's something bitchy, I don't want to 'ear it." He replied

"No, it's not that. I just-... Have some questions is all."

"I'm all ears."

"First, why are you helping me? I mean, like, one minute you trying to kill me and the next. You're pampering me."

"Well, Spoi won't shut 'is gob about me not being a gentleman so I thought this would make his shut up."

"Second, what do you have against my team?"

Sniper went silent for a few seconds then said, "That's none of your concern."

I was going to ask my final question and it's been bothering me since I woke up...

"Are you the RED Sniper?"

~To be continued~