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Meeting Them(Rewritten)

It was like falling asleep, the blackness wrapping around me like a blanket. The blanket wrapped tightly around me, twisting around my neck and cutting off my air flow. It should be hot, I should be able to feel the heat of my body scolding me within the confines of the blanket and yet I was freezing. I could feel my eyes roll painfully back in my skull, the tingling burn of nerve endings pushed to their limits. Suddenly, as my vision was stolen from me I felt as if I was floating. I rocked as if on a boat which sailed a lazy sea, limbs light yet felt heavy as lead. My eyes would not open and my breathing slowly came back to me, yet I could not take in greedy gulps of air like my lungs begged me to do. Instead it was the shallow breaths one has when forced into a fitful sleep.

As my breathing evened out and came something that didn't starve my lungs, I began to see pictures play themselves on the back of my eyelids. They were so vivid, so lively, they were memories. Was this it? Was I seeing my life flash before my eyes? If so, why was I only seeing myself as I was just a few moments ago? Confusion wracked my brain but still, I clung to visions with a hope that I would wake up again to relive them.

I had been sitting on my bed, my laptop placed on my outstretched and crossed legs. What had I been doing? I was concentrating so hard on the screen. Think. Remember. What was it? Why were my hands moving like that? Was I playing something- That's it! I had been playing with friends, what was I playing? I focused on the screen, the rest of the memory fogging over as I tried to distinguish the moving figures on the screen. There was sound, I was listening to something- the game was making noise. Focus on the noise. Listen. There was cheering, the laptop rocked and then a voice spoke.

"I never really was on your side." Male, french, The Spy!

I had never felt so relieved when remembering the game, I had been playing Team Fortress 2 and had been playing as the support class Spy. I had won the match for my team, that's why everything was red hued on my screen. What happened next? Were we going to play another round? Yes, yes we were. I was picking my next character, who was it? Baseball bat...Scout! But, wait, that doesn't make sense. Why had the screen gone black? Did it crash? No, letters are appearing. What do they say? Concentrate. Focus. Read them. What do they say?

'Congratulations! You have been selected for a rare opportunity to meet the men behind the game! Would you like to meet the mercenaries you have been playing as?' It was an ominous, black screen with white letters, a Yes and No button below them. Something was wrong. This wasn't right. It was a scam. A voice, my own.

"Wha- no way! This has to be a scam..." silence before giggling. "What's the worst that can happen? I have an anti-virus." No. no, no nononono- to late. I had clicked Yes. The screen had gone dark again. Fear crept up my spine like a spider, startling and biting into the center of my shoulder blades when new buttons popped up to click.

'Which Team?' A blue button and red button appeared below it. Why hadn't I seen the warning signs? If this was real, what sort of person would willingly meet sociopathically hired killers? No matter how funny they were on screen it was funny because it never really happened. But to actually see the carnage in person? To see Medic fiddle with the insides of Heavy as the Merc was still awake, joking about how he lost his medical license? Or how soldiers would speak to decapitated heads?

I had clicked the left button, red team. Nothing happened for a while, only a black screen. Then something began to wisp away from the screen like smoke, it was tinged red. The spider had broken apart and was now millions of burrowing fire ants, I wanted to scream- no, I needed to scream yet my throat had painfully constricted. The smoke twisted and spun, seeming to reach out towards me and wrap around me. It covered my body like a blanket and choked me- ah, so it hadn't been a blanket that was wrapped around me.

What did it look like as I was pulled in? Remember. Think. Red, brillant clouds of red like a vortex from a science fiction show swirled around me. As I sank deeper, they darkened until they were pitch black- or maybe that's when I lost all sight. Wait, what's that? Is it light? Is this another memory? Or did I finally die? But, why was the light tinted green? The sudden realization that it was grass hit like a ton of bricks and sent my blood cold and heart stuttering in my chest. I was falling too fast, the feeling finally registering as I saw the hole where the grass was peeking through grow bigger.

I didn't have much time to think of what to do, how to land without it killing me before my body twisted on reflex and I landed on my back. My head bounced on the ground, pain erupting from my skull. It felt like my brain had bounced around and the pounding headache rushed forward and circled my eyes. I tried to cough but I choked, the taste of copper in my mouth. Did I bite my tongue or was it internally bleeding? My chest and back hurt, any slight movement, even the wind blowing my clothes, sent agony reeling along every muscle.

There was a high pitched ringing in my ears, muffling the new noises that now gathered around me. It was yelling, two distinct voices. One was freaking out, the other confused. The confused one, through blurred vision, I saw was wearing a red but I couldn't make out what exactly it was. It was a man, that's for sure. His voice had lowered as he got close to me, his voice had a twang to it, a soft drawl that had me relaxing as he spoke. He then moved me and the pain intensified, a choked cry leaving me before everything went black.

There was yelling, and lots of it, it came from all around me. There was an echo, the voices bouncing off of each other and slamming into my ears to increase the already near unbearable pressure that pushed behind my eyes. I wanted to move, to open my eyes and tell them to shut up but the flash of a memory of agonizing pain kept me still. I focused on the voices, forced my brain to process what they were saying. They were male voices, they sounded so familiar but why?

"I don't know where she came from but I can assure you, she is no spy." The voice cut in above the others and they slowly fell silent, he sounded German? I don't know anyone who is German, so why is his voice familiar?

"Whateva, if she ain't a spy, who is she?" That accent sounded familiar, american. New Yorker, maybe? No, different, same region..Boston?

"Gentlemen," I could feel the eyes leave me, they must be looking at the new voice that cut it. "Why don't we just ask her, Oui?" There is an awkward silence, but the Frenchman continues. "She is awake." He clarifies and I can feel the weight of their gazes snap right back to me.

Having been caught, I slowly crack my eyes open and squint into the light that shines down from above my head. My eyes soon shot wide, however, as I took in the men around me. There are nine of them, each one has their eyes on me. I swallow, the dull taste of copper gagging me slightly.

"Don't worry," The German man steps forward, grinning and pushing his glasses up with one hand. "You only bite your tongue a little." He says, seeming to have caught onto my anxiety before I had registered it.

"What is your name? You may call me Medic." He says, introducing himself. He waits patiently and expectantly for me to introduce myself. To end the near torturous awkward silence I swallow again, clear my throat some and lick my lips.

"I...I'm (y/n).." My voice is strained, like I hadn't spoken in years. However it seems to sate Medic as his grin widens and he leans away- when had he leaned in so close?

"See? Not a spy." He says, looking to a masked man who simply gives a nod.

This couldn't be real...could it?