This was inspired by a picture weaver did on y!Gallery. I would post a link but 90% of the time they don't work if your not logged into an account.

The helmet is pulled down low, blood drips from the bat held tightly in my left hand, a fully loaded scatter gun weighs down my right I can no longer tell if I belong to the RED or the BLU team. The noise in my headset is barely heard over the thoughts echoing so loudly in my head.

I didn't use to be like this..

There is tape around my hands, wrapped tight and made for easy gripping of the deadly weapons. My own blood still covers the left side of my face, a grim example of an earlier wound healed by a medic. I stand still, almost like a statue, not even a twitch of a muscle gives itself away. Like a hunter I wait, standing in the middle of the bridge for all to see and daring an enemy to come at me.

I was a good boy once..

I start to sweat, the day isn't even half over and the sun is already blazing high in the sky, making for a sweltering heat that would make a weaker man crumble. A soldier comes towards me waving his shovel and shouting out a battle cry like some kind of madman. A smirk appears on my face, I glance down at the weapons, weighing my options and deciding which one felt right. The soldier comes closer and I raise my right arm, waiting until he is point blank range to shoot him. The helmet goes flying and his head is destroyed, brain matter and blood cover me, the body falls to the ground with a thud.

And it was all just a game..

I lower my arm, returning to my statue like stance, I don't even dare to blink. I didn't have to wait long for the rest of them to show up enraged by the lost of their teammate they each took their chance and one by one they fell. The medic, the spy, the engineer, the sniper, even their weakling of a scout all fell before me. The demoman and heavy were harder to take down but in the end they failed as well.

Until you stopped playing..

It's a cruel joke really, what these bases do to the men I've killed. The respawn system picks them up, reassembles their bodies and gives them life again gives them another desperate chance at getting to the intel. Something wells up inside me, bubbling up throat my throat and out my mouth, a maniac laugh a sign of amusement at the joke. My teammates stares bore holes into my back, into the soles of my shoes, no doubt they are worried about me and the amount of blood pooling around my feet. But why should they worry? I'm a force of nature, a fucking killing machine.

Can you hear me?

can you see what you've done?..

Metal connects with skull, bones crack and shots are fired, that puddle of blood turns into a river as the sun goes up and over my head. The respawn can't keep up with me, I only hope something I do finally breaks it and this repetition will be broken, that my enemies will fall for the last time. From somewhere overhead an alarm sounds marking the end of the fight for the day. At first I don't move, I can feel my teammate start to move closer no doubt ready to drag me back. Slowly my muscles relax, my hard eyes soften and I turn away walking past all of them and straight to the showers, a trail of bloody footsteps marks my path.

The water is cold and my hand is freezing against the tile but I'm not concerned with that right now. Lowering my head, I let the water run over me, my muscles sore from standing in such a way for so long. I watch the bloody water run down my long legs to the drain in the center of the floor, and only one thought crosses my mind.

You made me like this.