the other side of the tunnel - [tentaspy x medic]

three

As the man danced in the pool alongside the slight waves and sunlight shining down upon it, he sighed happily. He was glad he could finally see his Medic, the BLU Medic once again after he had escaped the hell-hole he had been trapped in. He wished he could just forget the chamber he was held in and the deadly, vile experiments that had been done on him for days on end. But he couldn't, and he hated himself for it. He hated himself for what he'd become.
The RED Medic smiled as big as the devil's as he gripped his weapon in his right hand. "Halten Sie sich fest," he cried out, laughing like a mad-man, as he pulled down on the trigger. Suddenly, and almost immediately, the chained man screamed in pain as multiple syringes pierced his flesh at once, causing him to bleed from several areas.
Tears welled up in his eyes and splashed against his navy-blue ski-mask once they fell as he watched the violent RED Medic reach for an object which glinted in the dim light hanging above his head. His voice cracked, "Aide-moi! Quelqu'un!" The doctor laughed maniacally, walked up to him, bent down to reach his ear lobe and whispered, "No one can hear you, Mein libeling," before chewing on it sensually. Before he could react negatively to the lewd action, the masked man's pupils dilated as he was slashed in the stomach; a large wound trailing across his abdomen.
The man screamed in agony. He screamed so loud and with so much emotion that he thought his vocal chords were going to tear apart. "Help me!" He yelled, louder than before, shaking in his shackles, attempting to break free. "Help..." he stuttered out quietly, progressively giving up hope and slumping over. The doctor saw all the desperation he had left in his eyes disappear and switch to complete hopelessness.
The Medic reached towards the opposing's man stomach and aggressively gripped the flesh around his wound, bruising his soft skin quickly. He pulled out a handful of warm, wet, crimson blood up to his face and coated himself in blood, laughing like a complete and utter psychopath."Please... arrête..." The masked man insisted desperately, "I will do anyzhing..." The doctor's ears practically perked up. "Anyzhing?" He questioned, smirking maniacally. "How do you feel about splices,
You filzhy BLU Spy?"
The Spy was brought back to reality, his head burning and aching so bad as he reached down to touch his stomach. The stitches poked at his soft fingers and he shuddered. How could he let this happen to him? He could have prevented it if he had just stayed inside that one night instead of going for a midnight stroll. He reached his hand below his waist, touching his gooey, wet lower half, and averted his eyes to look down at the pond he had called his home for weeks.
He was embarrassed in himself. In what he had become. He was an abomination; a vile, unappealing hybrid. The worst part about being in this pool of water was not the murkiness of it; no; it was the fact that it reflected his image almost clearly. It was almost as if the water was mocking him. He hated it so much; he wished he could just revert everything back to normal and see the familiar faces of his teammates again; the familiar face of the most cherished person in his life; the beautiful BLU Medic.
The Frenchman couldn't help but think of the doctor and his beautiful, masculine physique. He wouldn't admit it, but he adored the man, and not only as a friend. He loved his slicked back, though usually messy ebony mop of hair. He loved how his grey-blue eyes would pierce his flesh whenever they would talk, and he loved how his glasses lazily rested upon his rather bony, though handsome nose. The Spy wanted him all to himself, but he knew he couldn't have him. The Medic would never love a monster like him; he'd rather be alone than be with him. But he hoped, all day and all night, that the doctor could find the heart to return his feelings.