Monsters Below - Chapter III

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS AN INTERROGATION SCENE WHICH MAY UPSET SOME READERS.
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Chapter 3
Black Team

  'You are still a fool for doing this Nathan! He is just a boy!'

  'Shut it, ya fancy wuss! It's the hooligan's fault for comin' here anyway!'

  'Besides leaving a little bruise on Miss Matsumoto, what harm did he do?'

  'He's F**KING up our plans!'

  Scout's eyes slowly opened, black and swirling dots of red giving way to light. The fuzzy image before him slowly sharpened and filled with colour, revealing the dark red floor beneath him. He moaned a little as pain decided to return to his head. He tried to look up, but he felt too exhausted to even lift his head, so he tried to speak. "…W…Where…" He tried to say.

  The two voices stopped talking and then some footsteps went to him, a pair of boots entering his line of vision. "Oi… look up, boy." That same Australian voice from before said. The Bostonian had his head forced up, looking his captor in the eyes.

  He looked almost exactly like the Sniper, but he had a black beard and his eyes seemed to be tinged with red. His uniform was pretty much exactly the same, except the shirt was black and there were red biohazard symbols instead of the usual Sniper emblem on the sleeves. The man in question scowled. "You awake, sleeping beauty?" He jeered. "Now I'm gonna ask you some questions and I want answers, okay?"

  "Please, Nathan." The second voice from before sighed. "At least let us fill him in on what's happening." With that he stepped forward and Scout got to look at him as well.

  He was obviously a Spy, but his suit was a pure snow white and his shirt made him look more like a masked reverend. His blue eyes were calming and seemed to promise hope and sanctuary, even though the surroundings were far from it. "Are you okay, young man?" He asked, his French accent peaceful.

  Scout shook his head slowly. "I feel tired… and the back of my head hurts a lot." He said simply, not sure of what to think. "Who are… you?"

  The Spy only smiled sadly. "My apologies. My name is Jean-Yves Bordeaux, but my accomplices call me the 'Christian Pure Spy' or 'CPS' for short. This man is Nathan Davis."

  The Sniper cut in. "But I prefer to be called 'Christian Brutal Sniper' or 'CBS'. Take your pick W*nker."

  CPS only rolled his eyes. "Anyway, we are the unofficial leaders of our team. We had formed from those who had been left at Death's door step. We don't have to worry about being hurt by the war going on above the surface." He explained further. "As we are in the shadows and are loyal to neither team, we refer to ourselves as the 'Black Team'."

  "Yeah, yeah, good explanation Jean." CBS said, letting go of the Scout's head and grabbed the Spy's arm. "Now, why don't you go and rehearse all the Psalms and I'll talk to this kid myself?"

  "But, Nathan—"

  The Sniper was having none of it. "Yeah, you got to explain who we are and I want to talk to this kid, so out! Out!" he was pushing the Spy out of the room. "C'mon, just get out!" When the other was out of the room, CBS shut the door and turned back to the captive Scout.

  The Bostonian lifted his head up, still feeling a little sore from the earlier attack and watched as his captor skulked towards him. Sniper smiled cruelly. "Didn't want him to get in the way of me asking you some questions. Now, I guess since you met Mike and Crawler, you'd like to meet some more of our group." He nearly hissed, his expression promising pain. He suddenly looked to the side. "Amazon! Split! Get over here!"

  With those words, two more people emerged from the shadows and stood in front of the Scout. The first was a man who was short compared to the other two. He had spiky red hair and his left eye was an earthy brown, while the right was a watery blue. His uniform was exactly the same as 'Crawler' and he had a Red 'Third Degree' axe in his left hand, resting on his shoulder.

  The second was a very tall woman with large breasts and seemed really muscular, her expression betraying no emotion. Her blonde hair ended just above her jaw, covering her ears and showing that her left eye was covered with an eye patch, the other an icy blue. Her uniform was a black version of a Soldier's fatigues and in her gloved hands, she was holding a riding crop that he knew was called 'Disciplinary Action'.

  CBS smirked. "Well, Jean left out that we don't take kindly to intruders and we act accordingly." He explained, placing a boot onto the chair. "Amazon and Split here are our interrogation team, as well as execution. Nice having a Soldier and Pyro, ain't it?"

  Scout began to panic and tried to move his limbs, only to find that his wrists were tied together and his legs were bound to the chair's legs. "What the hell are you going to do?" He asked, his voice cracking.

  "Well, it's simple; we ask questions and you answer them. If you don't tell us, Amazon will hit you. After a while, Split will join in and make it worse." The Sniper looked like he was enjoying seeing the younger in a state of fear. "And when we've taken all the information we want or if you keep on refusing… Split will kill you. Burn you alive. Get it?"

  "S-So… you're gonna torch me?"

  The red-headed man chuckled. "Why else do you think that the chair's made out of metal?" he said, seeming to enjoy this just as much as the other was.

  "Begin interrogation." The woman simply stated.

  CBS took his boot from the chair and crossed his arms. "Let's begin with the basics; who are you?"

  Scout felt uncomfortable, but answered nonetheless. "Robert Stone, but I prefer to be called Bobby and I'm eighteen. I'm the Scout for the RED team."

  "I gathered from the uniform. How did you get here?"

  Scout wasn't sure if he should give out the next detail or not, so he held his tongue. "Not telling us?" Sniper asked, moving to side and allowing the woman to step forward.

  CRACK!

  Scout's head was forced sideways, feeling the crop strike him across the face. He hissed as his cheek stung from the impact. "Stupid boy." She said, looking ready for another hit. Yeah, this was definitely 'Amazon'.

  He took in a hissed intake of breath. "Okay, okay! The power went out in our base and I was sent to go and check the generator!" He answered, sighing as he saw Amazon lower the weapon in her hand. "It said it was fine, but I thought I would have to check if the turbines were running, you know?"

  "Why didn't they send the grease monkey Engineer, kid?" Split cut in, holding onto the back of the chair and leaning in closer until the Bostonian could smell bitter tobacco on his breath. "I thought fixing that thing was for them and not little Scouts like you."

  "He'd gotten hurt during today's fight and there was a massive piece of shrapnel in his stomach… It was ceasefire as well, so the Medic was trying to get it out." He explained. He didn't really want to think about the injuries that the Texan had sustained. Damn BLU Soldier! "He's recovering as we speak."

  The red-head nodded, backing away slowly. "Okay, next question boss?"

  "Just tell us how you came across us."

  Scout's tongue stalled again, earning him another strike across the face with the 'Disciplinary Action'. "W-Wait… just…" he started to ask, only getting hit on the shin in response. He tried to hold in his cries of pain. "I-I fell through the floor… a-and…"

  "HURRY UP MATE!" Sniper finally shouted, forcing silence from the others.

  The Bostonian attempted to speak again, slowly recounting how he had gotten lost, fixed the turbine, ran from 'Crawler' and encountered that tentacle thing. The three looked on quietly. CBS finally broke it by chuckling.

  "Okay then, last question: Have any of your teammates wised up and found out about us?"

  The young man had no idea what the question meant, so he couldn't say anything. He heard the Sniper growl. "Cat got your tongue, damn whelp!?" He shouted, slamming a fist into the younger's stomach. Scout felt all the wind knocked out of him, only to have Amazon slap his face again with the riding crop again and again and again.

  "I-I had no idea about you! None of the others said anything about you!" Scout started
to feel tears run down his face again, once more not caring if he looked weak and pathetic. "P-Please just… let me go… I promise I won't tell anyone about you…"

  Silence descended again, save for the young man's sobbing. "That so?" Sniper said in response. He turned to Amazon. "Take him to the cells. We'll decide what we can do with him."

  "Understood." The blonde answered, grabbing the chair and dragging it away, along with the Scout. As he was being pulled away, he could hear Split groaning.

  "I couldn't roast him? Lame!"

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  Amazon finally stopped and opened a metal door, dragging the chair and Scout into the small room. It was just a square and the only piece of furniture was a tiny stained bed back against the wall. "Stay here." The woman said bluntly.

  Scout heard a small snick and felt the ropes around him fall away, only to be pushed out of the chair and onto the floor. He looked behind him and saw that the blonde was taking the chair out of the room and shut the door, a click locking it in place. "You'll be judged." Her limited sentences were really annoying him. "Rest for tomorrow."

  And then she was gone.

  The Bostonian pushed himself off of the floor and hugged his frame, feeling chill settling into his bones. He slowly sat down on the bed and looked at the door. Just what was going on? What did she mean by being 'judged'? What was going to happen?

  As he asked himself these questions, the Scout started to break down and cry.

Next Chapter:
Judgement