Author's Note: Hello, my good readers, it's time for the Anonymous Review Reply!

Fred the Fish- Yeah, Damien does have a human side...it's just that it doesn't show as much anymore because of his transformation. Sorry, I just thought that the Medic would use German from time to time, like the Spy would use French and Heavy uses Russian. But I'll try to be careful next time. Thanks for the review and advice. I appreciate it! :D

Oo- Umm...was that because of Damien ripping the Scout's head of? If so, I understand. *gives you papertowels* Thanks for the review. I appreciate it.

A little note for this chapter. For those who will not understand, the italic dialog is Damien's conciousness (for those who already know this, please skip this note. You don't have to read this part if you understand what is going on in this chapter. Thank you.)

And now, here's the next chapter. Enjoy...and Happy Friday the 13th everyone! :D

"No…I couldn't bear to look at him…I saw his face before he died…No! It was a must…he saw who I was. It had to be done." Damien muttered to himself, pacing back in forth on the gravel near the waterside of the cave. He panted heavily, as if something was pushing against his lungs. He could feel the cold sweat from under his mask as his eyes twitched occasionally. He glanced back continuously from the ground, to the bloody corpse pile of his fresh kill. While the BLU Scout's body, that was missing an entire arm and leg, was halfway buried in the ground and facing down, the BLU Medic laid on top and had appeared to be untouched, staring up at the ceiling with dead eyes. Blood oozed all over the floor from the bodies and the scent of death filled the octopus-Spy's nostrils.

Jacque, perched upon the rock throne, watched his master and friend go around in circles cautiously, hoping that nothing would go wrong.

Damien inhaled from his nose, taking in the smell of his deceased prey. His eyes narrowed and his smile grew, showing his blood-stained teeth. "Their flesh was wonderful. The Scout had a lean quality to his meat…especially his leg. Mmm…that was perfect." He chuckled darkly, holding an eyeball between two fingers. "Haven't tried the boy's eye yet…" He took the eye, once belonging to the Scout, and pop it in his mouth. "My, my, my…it's more chewy than I predicted." He said to himself as he chewed. When he swallowed, he looked over at the Medic's corpse and suddenly frowned. "…Wait…how could I say such a thing? I understand I have to eat human meat…but this doesn't feel right. This is a necessary way to survive, it's not for enjoyment."

But the juices of the Scout's meat proved to be...delectable. His blood was rather nice, was it, Damien? You enjoy it and you know it. The Spy's own voice echoed in his mind.

He paused, taking a moment to collect his new thoughts. "Oui…it was delicious. But I had to protect the Spy Crabs. Besides, they had seen me. My presence has to be remained a secret, or they would have brought reinforcements to kill me."

Very true, but your supply of the Engineer body had be mostly reduced to bone. You struck lucky this time. That Scout and Medic will last for a month at the most and you won't go hungry.

"I know that…but I have to eat their flesh in order to survive. No other food source would be good to me anymore. I don't enjoy killing these people. What have they done to deserve their deaths?"

Why do you care? You're not human anymore, Damien. Humans today reject the unknown and will probably reject you if you try to make peace with them. They will hurt you, they will torture you, they will kill you. You heard that Medic, oui? He was prepared to attack you with his saw bone. And what did you see in him? Innocence? You're weak! You did the right thing of killing the both of them. So…why aren't you eating the Medic?

"…Because…" Damien's eyes changed to a soft, human-like teal. "I saw fear in him. I couldn't bring myself to kill him like I had done with the Scout…"

You gave the Medic a mercy kill? HA! How pathetic. Remember that time you killed that Engineer? He was frightened just as much as that Medic. Why should there be any difference? Humans are all the same. They are all afraid of what they don't know. You killed and ate the laborer with no problem, you should do the same with the Medic.

"I was once human…It still feels so wrong to eat other humans."

But how can you be for sure that you were once human? You keep saying that to yourself, but all you can truly remember was an accident with sticky-bombs with a Demoman. Forget the past, Damien, you're now a guardian of the Spy Crabs…and a monster.

Damien blinked, his eyes returning to the golden, reptilian eyes. "A monster?"

Yes, that's right, Damien, a monster. You eat humans, you have eight tentacles instead of a pair of legs, your eyes are inhuman, your teeth are sharper compared to humans, you talk to the genetically-altered crabs, you can breathe air and underwater. What's human about that?

His smile returned. "That's right…I am a monster. But…I can't be. I still have compassion towards these crabs that took me in like I was family to them."

They are creatures that are not of your kind. What do they know of compassion towards you? Give your friend, Jacque, some credit. He was the one who truly called you friend. The other hundreds of crabs just want protection of the humans because they are too small to defend themselves.

"They gave me a place to stay, they accepted me and called me friend. They looked up to me as a guardian, a savior of their species."

A savior? You are blind, Damien…blind of what real friendship and compassion is. You may have the Spy Crabs as friends, but what else do you have? You are alone…you're the only one of your kind. It's not very likely that humans will accept you and call you friend. You saw what the others thought of you. You're disgusting, brutal, cruel, and twisted…that's how humans see you now. So, if your preys are true human beings…then what are you, predator?

"I…I don't know." Damien sighed, lowering his head. "I don't know what I am…"

If you claim to not be a monster, then you have to be something. They could not have just given you tentacles and NOT name you. You're a species of your own, like the Spy Crabs have their group.

"I am my own kind? But…how can I be for sure that I am?"

As a Spy, you should know better. Humans keep documents and secret files stored somewhere.

"Of course! The archives! But…where can I find them? Whatever changed me must have been part of a special organization. I think I remember a place between RED and BLU Base that stored many secret information in files and papers."

Find out.

"You mean…I should go outside?"

But of course, Damien. You are curious to find out, aren't you?

"I've always wanted to know who I really am. I want to know why I am like this…I shouldn't be called a monster all the time…"

Wait until nightfall before you go outside. Those pesky humans always fight among each other…and you don't want to be caught in the middle of it?

"Precautions must be made before I journey outside."

Very good, Damien…very good. Now, eat that Medic!

The Spy shook his head in defiance. "I can't."

What do you mean you can't? We've gone through this before, Damien. You need to survive, oui?

Damien nodded. "Yes…I need to survive."

You're still not satisfied of just Scout parts?

"Still hungry…"

That Medic sure has a lot of muscle, more so than the Scout…he sure does look appealing, doesn't he?

"Yes…he does look tasty."

Exactly. That scent is wonderful, isn't it? Imagine how that Medic tastes…go ahead, Damien. Eat him. He's dead now, why do you still care?

Damien's grin disappeared once again. "…He was afraid of me. I can't bring myself to eat him…"

Is that all? Don't feel too bad. He shouldn't be afraid now that he's in a better place. Now, feast upon his flesh…since it won't last in that good condition forever.

"…That's right, survival must come first…" Damien giggled uncontrollably, "It's just food, why waste it? The crabs are safe, I'm safe, and this location is safe from humans now. Nobody would discover me or the crabs. The blood…smells magnificent." He approached the German's body, settling down next to it. "He's already dead…why worry anymore? He's good for food now." He took the arm and ripped it off, letting the blood splatter all over his suit. He removed any access clothing before taking his first few bites.

Jacque hopped down from the rocky seat, coming up towards the Spy. Click-click, click-y click-click, click?

"Hm?" Damien looked down towards the Spy Crab. "Oh, mon ami…I not sure what's going on either. These…instincts keep telling me things I should do. I try to fight back…but the urges are strong and always right. I don't understand it either, in case you were wondering."

Click-click-click-click? Click-click-click click-y.

"You are wondering about going outside for find Archives of secret projects and information?" Damien thought for a moment, making sure he understood his plan. "Alright, tonight, once the humans have stopped fighting, you and I will go outside and find the building with every known file. I believe that Medics are allowed access to these files because they need to know their team for check-ups and must know their medical history and other things as well. I will disguise myself as the Medic I killed so I may gain entrance to the Archives. This plan shouldn't fail." Damien's tentacle reached into the coat of the BLU doctor and took out an ID card. "This should help us get in."

Click-click, click-y click-click click?

"I'm interested into these files because I want to find out who I really am. I'm not just a Spy anymore…and just being called a 'tentacled-monster' isn't really a name. The humans who altered me must have given me a species name. Plus, I need to know what else they have done to me, like if they added these impulsive I have to follow…apparently. But I cannot stand this anymore! I must find out who I've become."