Comfortably NumbComfortably Numb by ArgeonTheBrony
Pain. That's the only thing I feel. Every nerve in my body is crying out in firey agony, as if some pyromaniac had lit them on fire. It torments me a great deal, but I can't help it. I just lay there on the bed, looking at the peeling ceiling. Funny, isn't it? It hurts to lay in a comfy bed. The irony is strong enough to taste - it doesn't taste good. Apart from that, my jaw is clenched tight and the inside of my mouth is burning like a furnace. My tongue was swollen last time I remember. It hurt like a bitch back then. Luckily, I can't feel it now.
I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
Beside me is another bed with a dead soldier on it. I don't know which one he is, but I know that he's dead. He died from blood loss, as I can tell from the steady drips of blood from bed. I stopped counting after four thousand. My braincells were commiting suicide one by one from the boredom in this god forsaken room. I wish I could join in with them. Sadly, I cannot.
This sucks. The
Scout's RevelationScout's Revelation by ArgeonTheBrony
The silence lurks around me as I breathe deeply and look at the ground. Beside me are several chairs that stretch out from each corner of the waiting room, eight in total if you don't count my stool. The lights irritated me last night, so I shot them out. All but one, that is. That's why it's so dark in this room. I reflect on what had happened the previous sleepless night. Horrible, just horrible. I don't even want to think back to what happened less than 24 hours ago on that battlefield. I feel the freshly-scarred memories coming back to me, so I stand up and walk towards the operating room. My head is still hung low, and I see a trail of blood leading up to the door. I scrunch my eyes closed and place my hands on the door. Sighing, I look back at the room. I recall that in this very room many months ago my friends and I were sitting and awaiting to get our heart replacements from the Medic, who accidentally later left his damn bird in me. Heh, I can't remember whether he ever got th
Death By UnusualsIt was a dull day outside. No sun shined across the roofs of the buildings in Teufort, but rather a boring gray lingered. The Spy had just gotten himself a Cloak n' Dagger from his teammates, who managed to craft it with their items. It was a cheerful atmosphere, unlike the one that stood outside.Death By Unusuals by ArgeonTheBrony
The Spy wanted to test out his new equipment by going and spying on the RED team. He put the watch on, placing his old one on a bench in the Spawn room of the BLUs, and went off to experiment. He quickly got used to how the cloak worked on the watch, and he effectively infiltrated the RED base.
Spying on the enemy team for him was not an unusual thing for him. He could find out secrets and strategies of the REDs, which sometimes really benefited the BLU team of his. Sometimes, they were phony, but he still got congratulated for being effective back at his base.
He decided to place himself in the corner on the RED base's room right outside the spawn area. He, however, did not expect to be caug