Mercenary (a Team Fortress 2 fanfic)

Chapter 2: I'm Screwed

I could feel his breath down the back of my neck as he lead me down a dull, fluorescent lit hallway, reminding me of being in an ER waiting room with your weird uncle trying to talk to you about your grades.

He grunts and nudges me in the back with the gun barrel, turning me down a different hallway and he stops at two gleamingly white pristine doors with large glass panels. The sign on the one door read "Infirmary: Enter at your own risk" My blood ran cold.

If I knew one thing, is that if someone thinks bringing you to a doctor is a good idea for a punishment, then you are completely fucked.

I hesitated to enter and guess what? Big fucking mistake. I was shoved roughly into the infirmary and I face planted into the pristine , waxed tile floor. I couldn't even save myself because my arms were pinioned behind my back.

When my body hit the floor, I could hear the legs of a chair scoot across the floor and the fluttering of wings, and the sound of displeased birds flying upwards to the metal rafters. I looked up and saw two, perfectly polished black boots getting closer to me and I heard the sound of a gruff chuckle come from behind me. Bastard.

"Who is she, Herr Sniper?"

" A bloody intruder doc, says that she is a new recruit."

"Hmm...any papers to prove zis?"

"Yeah she has papers, but can we trust her? Is her position here even sanctioned?"

"Hmmmm..... let us see. Bring her to my office"

I was picked effortlessly off the floor and the first thing my eyes saw was a strong jaw. My eyes trailed up to see the rest of his face. A bored, lassitude expression played on his tautly drawn lips. His thick, shapely eyebrows were in a furrow, perfectly and immaculately trimmed. He was clean shaven but the dark circles under his eyes were clearly evident, like sleep was something of a distant memory for this man. His silvery-blue eyes looked through me, still bored but they dimly twinkled with slight interest through his round spectacles. His jet black hair was neatly slicked back but a cowlick had fallen down onto his forehead.

I didn't realize I was looking at him so intently until I heard him chuckle and a wry smile graced his lips. He gripped my chin with a red rubber glove-clad hand so his eyes would bore into mine completely. I was stricken with fear but I tried to reclaim any dignity I might have had before I has fallen onto my face in front of a most handsome doctor.

"Let us go to my office, yes frau? Perhaps vee can figure zis mess out , ja?"  his wry smile turned into one of infamy and maliciousness.

I didn't have time to open my mouth before I was once again shoved by the disgruntled Aussie who has a stick up his ass, who also showed a unreasonable amount of scorn for me. I was lead across the infirmary, some places completely pristine, others splattered in dried blood and human organs. I felt sick to my stomach. I was then pushed into another room and was forced to sit in a chair in front of a hickory desk.

I expected a torrent of questions and a thorough sieving of all my personal information, along with being threatened for withholding information. But that wasn't what I got. Instead, they both sat down and went through my folder and all of my other belongings, putting them on the desk. They went through my resume , talking quietly amongst themselves like I wasn't even there, for the second time that day. I didn't dare speak in fear of invoking their painful wrath and being stuck up on the wall like some sick hunting trophy. So, I sat and waited, I toiled in my own fear and confusion, suffering in silence.

"So....Frauline, your name iz Helena, yes?" The doctor asked, already seemingly bored with the current situation.

"Yes sir, that is my name"

In his hands, he fiddled with a pen from his coat pocket, not looking at me and sighing. "Vhy are you here?"

"Well, my wish is to become a mercenary, and I was sent here, to the red base by a Miss Pauling. I only came for a job, sir." I said carefully, trying to convene that I was indeed, not a threat.

The doctor looked up at me and furrowed his brow, staring at me long and hard. He turned away, taking the receiver off of the phone hook and he pressed a few numbers. This can't be good.

"Guten Tag....I am fine......yes....can you come to my office?......business reasons.....vhy do you ask?......What do you mean ze Heavy ate the entire contents of ze fridge?! God verda-......no....Yes we can wait ....Just get down here!"

The doctor forcefully slammed down the receiver and sighed, exasperated. He rubbed his temple and I dared to look over at the Aussie, who had decided to get up and make himself a pot of coffee with the perk pot in the corner of the neat little office. He didn't seem to take the doctor's outburst as anything unusual, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

The smell of Nat Sherman Gold's cigarettes filled my nostrils and I coughed. It was coming from behind me, but I  couldn't turn around to see who decided to light up.

" Gentleman, Mademoiselle. How can I assist 'ou?" A heavily French accent came from behind me, and a leather clad hand came into view, then a suited arm, snatching my files from the desk.

" So, we 'ave ourselves an intruder? And a beautiful one at zat" The voice almost purred.

My chair was suddenly spun around to face two amber, almost honey colored eyes. His smirking lips were thin and a cigarette was wedged between them. I couldn't se much else because the rest of his face was obscured by a red baklava.

"So..." he paused to take a long drag from his cig and to exhale smoke rudely into my face. I held in my cough. " Why are 'ou here?"

"Pardon?"

"Why are 'ou here? What is your purpose here?"

"Well sir, I want a job with the RED team as a mercenary. I promise you that there is nothing more to worry about, I don't mean you any harm. I'll do anything, follow any order given to me." I stumble over my words, trying to convince him I was not a threat.

He put his hand up, silencing me instantly. He didn't look at me but, out from his pocket he pulled out a butterfly knife. My blood, once again, ran ice cold in my veins. I lost my voice.

"You know, ah my petite chou-fleur, That this, this is a corrupt place....This is no place for a beautiful, delicate woman such as yourself. So far from home...." he says this as he lurks back behind me.

" Away from your family....from ...." he pressed the blade into my throat "...civilization....You know, no one could hear your screams....."

My body felt numb and my eyes were wide. I was in such a hopeless situation. It looked like I would leave in a body bag instead of with a full bank account. Well shit.

"I could slit your throat....watch you choke on your own blood and your limbs twitch as you died like a dog..." he continued, his one hand grasping my shoulder firmly.

"Hmm....you don't break as easily as we thought.....we shall keep you alive....for now" He chuckles, snorting lightly. If my life wasn't on the line I would have thought it was funny.

"What are you going to do with me? " I find my voice, looking down at my feet

" You are going to solitary confinement, Mon Cheri"