Medic Tf2 Comic Novels & Stories

he said "It's time to go home. I can't leave you to go home alone like this." I could say nothing but nod. I appreciate the help he offered. As I waited outside the clinic, I wiped my face with my palms. As I opened them, Reginald had a hankie in his hand. He had a triumphant smile on his face. I close my eyes and open them again. But he was still standing in front of me. I'm not imagining him. "Champ. Stop blinking continuously. It's me. I'm real. You aren't seeing things."

Damn it! @Death Wish

His uniform was pristine and covered in stripes and medals made of gold. “You have made a fatal mistake, beast” the heavily accented man spoke. It was the same voice from the speaker box. This is the man in charge. Micha didn’t respond, just growled. Another man marched in through the door, wearing black combat pants and a long sleeve shirt, with a black vest on over the top. My stomach dropped and my mouth lost all moisture. I know him. He once called himself my Uncle Trevor. Though he was younger and had a few less wrinkles. He still wore the same devilish smirk.

Tigreal challenged him. "Are you fucking stupid or what?...how the hell does a blade beat up my gun?", Trev asked angrily. "It doesn't matter whether it beats up your gun or not. It's gonna be fun beating you with it anyway!", Tig chuckled as he patted Trev on the forehead and shielth the swords in front of him. "You wanna bet? Well let's go!" Trevor roared out loud, grabbing his pistol and rushing outside the house. "It's getting late already.....and this will make it more fun. Been a while Metropolis, you'll hear about me again", Trev says as he strapped on a ludicrous mask, which makes him resemble a Joker.

He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal. "Yeah, for a maniac guy who only knows to look at women's big bust and buttocks, I think it's pretty cool on your authentic old ass." He snicked and wear his shirt on. "Thanks a lot for your wonderful comment, I feel so blessed. I'll that as a compliment though." Stamp sarcastically muttered. "Everything nice?" Asked by Tool, their coolest friend, a tattoo artist with a hair of an addict and full of tattoo on his skin. "Yeah, love it." He answered to him and taps his chest.

When Beta Zack finished reading I can feel my mate's emotions, he is very touched but he didn't want to show his emotions. I can feel his pain, his love for his mother. I can read Beta Zack's emotions and mind. Beta Zack thinks 'He deserves all the love in the world, he looks so painful, his mother after so so many years wrote to him. should I go console him? But he doesn't like to show his emotions.'

Tedy tightly gripped Tukijo's collar until his body lifted. "Ah, because I often read comics, I'm inspired. How do you... how does it feel to be a weak hero like Sieun Yeon?" Tukijo opened his belt. He pulled it from the ties of his pants and shot it at Tedy's face. Cethaaaaar!

Of course, that caused more laughter. “Romeo actually hiccupped when he was coming. I kid you not. I gave him three blowies over a week and it happened every time.” “Stop, you’re killing me,” I begged. “No, really, and Dennis Francesco’s dick is deformed, poor guy. I gave him a mercy blow because I’d heard about it from one of the girls and wanted to see for myself.” “You said you didn’t bring guys back to your room.” I accused, tears rolling down my face by this point.

He pushed the shot glass towards Cohan and drank from the pint. "Okay, tell Tommy we'll take care of it. I ain't afraid of the Boogey Man, and I sure as hell ain't afraid of California tree huggers that eat granola and only come out at night. I fought the Taliban, Fedayeen, and freaking Al-Qaeda remember? These assholes sound like a bunch of Twilight freaks that need their asses kicked." Keegan laughed, shook his head and dropped a shot into his pint. Putting his hand on my shoulder he shook his head grinning humourlessly.