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At 11, a boy's parents are brutally murdered. RED team Soldier and Announcer were his parents. They fought against the BLU team Spy, but did not prevail. The RED team Medic and Heavy explain what happened to the boy's parents to P-3, the son, whom changed his name. He is taught to fight like his father, and goes off to get vengeance on his worst enemy, the BLU Spy. Now 12, will he prevail? Or will he be ended, just like his father - brutally killed?

PROLOGUE

THE FULL MOON GLOWED.
THE FREEZING RAIN FELL.
THE WIND HOWLED INTO MY FACE.
I WAS READY-- NO, DESTINED TO GET VENGEANCE FOR MY FATHER, MY TEAM,
AND MOSTLY, MYSELF.
BLU SPY MURDERED MY PARENTS, SO IN TURN, I WOULD KILL HIM.
"LET HIM TASTE HIS OWN MEDICINE...."
I THOUGHT AS I DUG THROUGH MY BACKPACK FOR MY SHOTGUN.
THE ROCKY, MUDDY, AND DAMP CLIFF I WAS PERCHED UPON WAS FAR FROM THE RED TEAM FORTRESS, 53 YARDS AT THE LEAST.
IT WAS EQUALLY AS FAR FROM BLU TEAM FORTRESS.
I WITHDREW THE GUN OUT OF MY BAG AND CHARGED TOWARDS THE BLU AND GREY FORT.

CHAPTER 1

As I reached the BLU fort, it seemed to stretch into the sky, getting taller and wider in the foggy, wet atmosphere. The moonlight was bright, soon to be dimmed by the morning sun in a few hours. I looked at a clock as I tiptoed into the base awkwardly.
           
           "2:00" I reminded myself. I walked past a mirror, and saw myself. In the mirror, I stared at a soaked figure wearing a drenched red overcoat, with yellow circles containing a red and yellow checkered rocket, and they were on the shoulders. A grey sash was on the shoulderbone on the left side and touching the hip on the right. 2 grenades were on the sash, and there was a belt that had 3 boxes of ammo. 2 boxes were small and on the hips, and one was large and just barely covering the tailbone. On the head was a greyish-graphite helmet with scratches seemingly covering the thing. The person wore greenish-beige pants and black boots.
         
           I walked away from the mirror and continued to walk around inside the walls of the looming brick fort, to find the man who had murdered my father. The ground was covered by rocks, unlike the soft grass and hay in RED base. I came across a stretch of concrete floor, which led outside. It was still raining like mad, and the wind howled with fury, as if it was upset that the BLU team was sheltered.
         
          I turned away from the pouring rain in the doorway and went back to trekking on the gravel and cement. I walked slowly, as not to wake anyone, especially the BLU spy. Thoughtfully, I went upstairs to see if anyone was there. And there was. I saw 5 sets of bunk beds, 9 beds with people in them, and 1 with extra pillows and blankets on it.
         
         "I can see how you'd need the stuff." I thought as I put away m shotgun, realizing it'd be too loud. Carefully, I stole Spy's knife. "If he killed with it, he should GET killed with it." I thought as I climbed the bunk Spy and Engineer shared, ready to avenge my worst enemy.
       
         Let me explain to you the fateful night my parents had been brutally murdered. It was a night like this, 1 year ago, 3 days after my 11th birthday. I'm twelve now, but I was eleven then and had no idea how to fight or protect myself, unlike now. My dad was a Soldier on RED team and my mom was an Announcer. Everyone tells me I look like my dad. I'm on his team, with the people whom he fought BLU with.

          My name was Petey. Yeah, I know, it sounds stupid, but that's why my name is P-3 now. I changed it myself. Back to the fateful night, the Spy came into the house. I was asleep in bed, not knowing a thing about the tragedy to await me. My parents tried to fight, but my dad was out of ammo, so he went first. My mom used kitchen knifes and a pan to protect herself, but Spy caused her to lose her grip by shooting her in the hand.

          Medic and Heavy had witnessed the whole thing through the window. They tackled the Spy and stole his suit top as evidence. The next morning I woke up, and instead of Mum and Da in the living room and a clean kitchen, there was a bloody kitchen, bullet shells, rusty knives, and hole-filled pans. Medic and Heavy were in the living room, with grim faces and Spy's overcoat.

         They explained what had happened. I bust into tears and hugged Medic harder than you could hug a stuffed bear. They brought me to 2Fort, where we are now, and taught me to fight like my dad. I changed my name to P-3 because I was crazy good at math and had a talent for algebra.

        Now, as I held the knife in my hand, the smooth handle seemed to slip around, as if the knife was struggling to get away from me. I grasped the knife even harder and held it up high. I stared at the ugly mask covering Spy's face. I grimaced, smelling blood.

        Then I remembered Sniper, whom I hadn't seen all day.

CHAPTER 2

I remembered smelling blood and sweat in one of the hallways, and faint whispers of 'help me'. I carefully and quietly got off of the bunk after shoving the knife into my pocket and folding it. I tiptoed downstairs and then ran to the nasty smelling hallway. I saw a closet barely open, and I wrenched it open.

         There he was. Barely breathing and paler than recycled paper, Sniper lay in the closet. There was a knife lodged into his lower chest, just below his ribcage. It wasn't vital enough of a wound to kill him, but had it been any higher, Sniper would've been dead.
     
         He looked at me with hope in his eyes. A man my father knew was attacked. Sniper was a tall, slender man, with a sniper-rifle holder slung on his back, a 1950's hat on his head, and sunglasses on his eyes. He had a vest which has 4 pockets, each containing bullets. He donned a red shirt with a red scope shape in the yellow circles on his shoulders, similar to me and my rockets. Finally, he wore light brown pants. "Help me..." he muttered.

         I helped him up out of the closet and onto his feet. I carefully removed the knife from his wound, gently, like how Medic taught me to. I had Sniper lean on me for support so we could get help. We walked to the RED base slowly, starting by leaving BLU base and outdoors. There was a trail of pinhead sized drops of blood that ended at the door, because the blood got washed off in the rain.

         It was 3:00 in the morning when we finally got to the cliff I was on earlier. I'd spent half an hour in the BLU fort, between finding BLU Spy and RED Sniper. We continued to RED base. Once we got there, I told Sniper to sit down while I got Medic.

CHAPTER 3

"It's an emergency!!" I shook Medic. I must've scared him, because he almost fell off his bed. He got up and asked me what was wrong. "You know how we haven't seen Sniper all day? I found him." Medic followed me to where I told Sniper to sit down. "Ze vound looks serious," Medic commented. "But I can fix zat." He grinned as he flicked on his Medigun.
           
          In a flash, the wound seemed like it never existed. "I thought I'd be stuck there until I died, mate," Sniper looked at me and smiled. "Until this kid - P-3 was it? - saved my life." He put his arm around me. "Y'know, that kid could easily be underestimated, even by me." Sniper chuckled. "I don't know why he was in the BLU base, but he was there."

         Medic looked at me and said, "P-3, I am very glad zat you found ze Sniper. Had you not done zis, we vould have been upset to find him dead. Vhy you vere in ze BLU base I vill not understand, but you found ze Sniper." Sniper nodded and smiled.

        Now, let me describe Medic. He wore a light beige colored overcoat, a red tie, a white-beige undershirt, brown pants, red gloves, black boots, and glasses. If you can't tell, he's German. The Sniper is Australian. Also, Medic's yellow circles contained a red cross.

        The room the 3 of us were in was dimly lit, but you could at least see 10 feet around you. There was soft hay and dirt on the ground, a few chairs, red painted wooden walls, a lightbulb, and, well, the people in the room; Medic, Sniper and I.

        It was about 3:30 AM, so Sniper suggested we got some sleep. Medic and Sniper went to sleep within 10 minutes of getting into bed, but I lay there, awake with Spy's knife in my pocket. I shoved it into my backpack and finally drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 4

I dreampt I was a knight, saving a girl I'd never seen before from a dragon. She told me her name was Alyssa, and we were on a bridge. It melted into the 2Fort bridge, and instead of holding a princess, I was holding a girl my age. She was wearing what I was, except for what was red on me was blue on her. I awoke with a jolt.

         I looked at a clock. "7:00 already?" I got off of the bunk bed I was sleeping on and walked around to go find Medic and tell him what happened. I found him with bacon, eggs and toast. "Alyssa! BLU! ME! GIRL!" I blurted out. "Vhat on earth are you talking about?" Medic replied, startled. "My dream! A girl! She looked like me but BLU team! Her name was Alyssa!"

        Medic looked at me and said, "It's a possibility zat 'Alyssa' could be somevon you know." I told him I just met her in my dream. "Zis is unusual. You could be having apparitions of a sister-" He stopped there, as he realized that it made me think of my parents, and he knew I was sensitive about that.

       He also knew my dreams held the future, because a few times, I dreampt, and my dreams held what the future did. I hoped my dream about Alyssa was one that held the future, because I longed for her voice to call my name. "P-3, P-3....."

      Alyssa had long blonde hair and crystalline blue eyes. She also had freckles dotting her cheeks. Other than that, she was practically a female, BLU me. That day, I planned to find Alyssa, to meet her on the bridge, like in my dream.

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