Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 28- From the Corners of Your Eyes

The rest of the day went by uneventfully, idle chat during lunch and Sniper reappearing at dinner. No one questioned it but you, Demo, and Soldier who all gave each other knowing looks. When you headed off to bed, you couldn't help but feel like you kept seeing a figure out of the corners of your eyes, but the moment you glanced up to check, there was nothing there. But then it happened again the next day. This sort of thing happens all the time for most people, and it is often waved off as some random shadow or a figure made up of chairs and sweaters, but you had a sixth sense for this sort of thing. It was a sense that had saved your from danger multiple times. Call it a sort of spidey-sense, if you will, but it only works with people. So with this sixth sense, you knew those weird glimmers and shadows within the corners of your eyes were in fact a person, and not just some stupid desk chair with a sweatshirt on it. And somehow you couldn't shake the feeling that you knew exactly who it was. It was so obvious, but you had no clue what his motive would be, so you couldn't say for sure.

Obviously it had to be Spy, but you would have to wait to prove it to yourself.

Days passed as you trained with Heavy and Scout, going on runs and lifting weights. You had even been called up by Soldier to try and train in hand to hand combat again, due to Spy's absence. Medic made sure he had to be there whenever you did, due to what happened the last time you and Soldier trained. Sniper even got the guts to ask you to go shooting with him again, but this time with less enthusiasm and more of an uncomfortable atmosphere. A part of you wanted to call him out for lying to you the other day, but you decided against it. You could tell from little things he did that he felt guilty for having to lie. It was as if he was trying to make up for it even though you weren't supposed to know he had done something wrong. But with each day passing you noticed the shadows more and more. An abrupt flash of someone running by, but with no person to be seen that could be responsible. A figure in the corner, shifting as if it were trying to shuffle towards a door. A small glimmer where there shouldn't be. But every time you turn to face whatever could be the reason for these odd occurrences, there was nothing. But your sixth sense kept nagging at you, telling you- declaring- warning you that it was a person doing these things.

And for some reason it felt like it so obviously had to be Spy.

But what evidence did you have?

Around a week of this passed when you got sick and tired of it, the feeling of someone watching you not letting go of your very soul as it became increasingly nagging and evident. The feeling even seeped into the nights whenever you tried to rest, causing you to lose an immense amount of sleep. But not only did the feeling become more obvious, but as did the shadows themselves. The movement from the corners of your eyes were so much easier to spot than they had been the first few days they had begun. Either Spy was getting sloppy, or you were getting better at noticing him. You still didn't understand why he was doing whatever he was doing, but you had made a plan to find out.

You would corner him.

It was a simple plan. Just to walk by and, for once, not notice him. Or at least pretend not to notice him. And once you knew you were right next to him, you'd corner him, and keep him from moving, and demand answers. You couldn't deny that these days of feeling as if there were non-stop shadows twisting and moving around you, along with the increasing paranoia of constantly being watched had made you feel as if you were going mad. But it was nothing a few answers from the man in question wouldn't solve. So you set off on your mission, only planning for success, because you honestly didn't know what you'd do if you failed. You headed out of your room for the seventh time that day. It was late at night, and most of the mercenaries were likely asleep, but even if they weren't, they likely weren't wandering the halls alongside you. You knew that the Spy would be around simply because of the fact that you had tested it. He usually ended up stopping sometime around one in the morning, and being that it was currently 11:00 pm, he would still be awake. If it turns out this is all a bust and I really am going insane, I am so fucked. Spy, you goddamn bastard, you better be out here. You began to wander down to the kitchen, keeping your eyes open for movement within the shadows. Luckily, your eyes adjust quickly to the dark. You made it to the kitchen, and still there was no sign of anyone lurking in the shadows. That's odd... he better not be disappearing on me. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet, going over to the tap to fill it with water and taking a couple of sips. You turned away from the counter, searching the darkness for any sort of sign that he was here. That was when your sense went off. Your sixth sense. It went off like an alarm, you knew he was here, and he was close. Putting your glass in the sink, you ambled towards the kitchen door. That was when your eyes did their job, sighting a sudden shift in the shadows in one of the corners. Unlike what your instincts screamed at you to do, which was to look at it, you kept your eyes on the door and gazing out the hallway, only stopping when you were at the door's lining. You swiftly turned around, you spread your arms and legs out, attaching your hands and feet to the edges of the door, caging him in. "Alright Spy." You spoke, your voice shaking slightly due to your adrenaline. "Come out. I'm sick of you constantly hiding away with your invisibility- bullshit." Anger laced your voice like a venom; you really had had enough of Spy, and what he was doing was only making you feel worse mentally, so you wanted it to come to an end.