Medic X Scout Novels & Stories

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

Some kind of fluid sprayed out, dark and oily and wrong. It stumbled. For just a second, maybe less, it was off-balance, its perfect calculations disrupted by unexpected damage. I drove my dagger into its eye socket, the blade sinking deep into whatever served as its brain. The scout shrieked—a sound that was more electronic feedback than organic scream, like speakers blowing out and metal grinding and something breaking at the fundamental level. It staggered back, clawing at its face with jerky, uncoordinated movements. "WEAK POINT IDENTIFIED!" another scout announced, its voice cutting through the chaos. "OCULAR SENSORS VULNERABLE. ADJUSTING COMBAT PROTOCOLS. SHARING TACTICAL DATA."

The scout nodded vigorously, scurried off like a frightened rodent, and vanished into thin air. Within a mere five minutes, the scout returned, accompanied by a group of peculiar beastmen who stood out from the rest. Clad in savage animal hides and adorned with an assortment of feathers, their bodies smeared with a crimson substance, these witch doctors were enough to send shivers down the spine of any child. "What did this scout blabber about, General?" one of the witch doctors inquired. "Have you once again spewed nonsense in front of our esteemed leader?" another witch doctor chimed in, his voice dripping with disdain.

“A diversion.” The word hit me like a cold wind. My shoulders tensed. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. And the unease settled in my gut like a storm cloud, thick and heavy. That’s when the scout came. He burst through the edge of the treeline, his wolf form sprinting faster than I’d seen any of our messengers move. His shift happened mid-run—bones contorting, fur retracting until bare feet slapped against the dirt. He barely managed to stand. “Alpha,” he gasped, clutching his ribs. “War Room. Now. It’s urgent.”

Warlus said lifting the Medic to his feet and pushing him down the corridor. The Medic managed to get them to the cockpit, and just like him, the men in the cockpit weren't fighters so they didn't put up much of a fight. “Now which one of you want to help you and your buddies live, by redirecting those weapons away from my pack members.” Hunter said as he set Soko in a chair. Soko groaned trying to shake off the fog, he could hear bits and pieces of what was going on around him. His memories were slipping away from him. He had heard the medic say that he would lose all his memories, and something else but he couldn't remember. All he needed to do was focus on fighting his way out of the fog.

The place smelled of rain and blood. Selene’s heartbeat echoed in her ears as she knelt beside the injured scout. His skin was pale, his breathing ragged. The attack had been fast, brutal rogues again, but something about it felt wrong. Too organized. Too focused. “They didn’t come to kill,” Myra muttered, pressing cloth against the scout’s wound. “They came to send a message.” Selene’s hands trembled as she held the man still. “What kind of message?”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

He traced his finger over the weakest zones, double-checking fallback routes and cross-verifying each channel. Simon passed me on the way in, arms full with three medkits and a portable cooler. "Transit nodes are stocked," he said. "Antidote kits are at every quarter mile. No one’s dying on our watch." I nodded, grateful. He looked exhausted but alert. We all did.

he answers without looking away from the pit. “My name is Katie,” the girl says. “Katie, continue to take care of Beth. Alex, can you help Maverick find the branches?” Martin’s voice is low and calm. I take off my backpack, Madeline follows suit, “Here these have more medical supplies,” I say.

Every step the squad took left small streaks of darkness melting into the snow behind them. Lyra noticed it and whispered, “Rowan… the corruption is leaking.” “I see it,” Rowan said, her voice low. “Keep your senses open. Anything changes, tell me.” They moved fast through the stone passages until they reached the chamber where the healers worked. The moment the scout was placed on the platform, Rowan shut the doors and signaled for the healers to stay back. “No one touches him except us,” she said. The scout’s breaths were thin. His chest rose unevenly. The dark glow under his skin crawled up his neck like slow roots.