AN: Yeah, I wrote this crap. Well, at least I think it's crap. I'm so nervous about what people will think about this. X3 I would gladly appreciate feedback. Hopefully, this won't turn out to be one of my (private) unfinished stories...

Okay, I got some critics and I've edited some stuff here... I hope it's better. There were some stuff that I did think was wrong but I'm not going to put a stupid excuse for not editing this chapter.

PROLOGUE: The Female Scout

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. We're going to reach there soon. So you might ask, "Why would a new Scout be so nervous?" Well, there are plenty of reasons. From what I heard from the others, there's going to be killing. And there would be people dying. But there are Medics who have some sort of...what was it? Medic Gun? A gun that could heal people. Pfft. Yeah, right. I'll believe that when I see it with my own eyes. I'm not that entirely okay with killing but I can spill some blood. Why not? My bro and I, we used to get into a lot of fights but there were some medical attention involved and our ma sure was upset. That was before my bro went away. Anyway. You're still asking why I'm nervous? Fine, here's a secret:

I'm a girl.

That's right, you heard me. I'm a girl. And why would a girl be heading off for war? Kind of a long story. What? You got plenty of time? Well, sure, why the hell not?

Like I previously mentioned, I have a brother. He was a really good one, always looking out for me, though I kept telling him to just get the hell away from me. He wouldn't listen. I loved him for that. Oh, and the fights? Nah, you got it wrong. We didn't fight each other. We fought other people. Jerks. Jack-asses. Bullies. Muggers. The usual. We only fought the bad guys. Never the good guys. And we loved it, though our ma kept telling us to stay outta trouble. We never listened. Always cocky, happy-go-lucky, trying to be the bad-ass.

I never liked to be a girl. Other girls made fun of me for being a tomboy and looking like one. They paid for it. Girls always go for the hair. Me? I go for the face. A knuckle sandwich was what those girls needed. Things changed when my bro left for some kind of war. I'm only a year younger than him. I wanted to come along but my ma refused. She was really persistent. I continued with my tomboy antics 'til one day, three gangsters cornered me. They harrassed me and I fought back but I realised that without my bro, I couldn't fight properly. I was broken.

Since then, I locked up. Put a wall between myself and the world. I just wanted to see my brother again. And then something happened. I chanced upon a recruitment letter. Must've been blown away from the postman's bag. It had something to do with...a war. What if my brother was in the very same war as this? It was a fifty-fifty chance but I had to find him and besides, it wasn't like I couldn't return if he wasn't there.

So I put on a cap, shoved my ponytail up inside of it, and took my stuff before heading out for the train station. No interview, no nothing. Just take the train tickets and that's how I ended up here. I never told my ma anything, just left her a note. I felt bad about it but I focused on seeing my brother again. I just stayed silent. If I spoke, they could guess that I was a girl. If they were sharp enough that is. 'Cause I've always tried to sound like a boy but it still has a girly tinge in it. Maybe if I stayed silent, they would just think I was mute. And I don't think my ponytail will fall out of my cap anytime soon. And why didn't I cut it off? Geez, I like my ponytail, what's wrong with that?

You know, whatever. At least my boobs were small enough. But I really doubt that they're unnoticeable.

Anyway. Let's take a look at the others in the train. There was also a Sniper and Spy. On my team, the REDs. BLU...there was only an Engineer. Heh. Overalls. I snickered quietly. That could be a nickname for him. And my team Engineer too.

Oh hey, look, we're here. There were supposed to be nine people in one team. I looked over mine. Right, nine people. I looked over at the BLU team. I very nearly gasped as I saw the BLU's Scout but I managed to catch myself. Was that...?

Oh my god. I think the BLU's Scout my brother. Did he recognise me? I tried to catch his eye. He scowled when he saw me. He squinted as though he recognised someone before shrugging and heading to the train, presumably to collect his new weapons. I couldn't believe it. My own brother didn't recognise me! Or maybe I could've mistaken him for my brother. Yeah, that could be it. Or not. My eyes widened as someone swung me off the ground.

"Welcome to RED team, new Scout! You are so tiny!" someone cried out and he hugged, no, squeezed me tightly. He sounded Russian and he was big. He must be the Heavy. Oh god, I'm going to die if this happened everyday. I wheezed. Another person nudged him.

"Let zhe boy down, you are squeezhing him to death, schweinhund!" snapped a voice with an accent that I didn't know. What was it? Indian? German? I was never good at Languages... I took a deep breath as the big guy released me to the ground. I looked at them blankly. What was I supposed to say? Thank you? I remembered that I was planning to be mute so I just blinked at them with a blank look on my face.

"Zhis is zhe Heavy and I am zhe Medic," the guy with red gloves explained. Oh. That explained the lab rat overcoat thing. I don't know how I didn't guess that.

That Medic's stare gives me the creeps...

I turned away hurriedly.

I looked around my room. Hmm. Nothing fancy. Quite simple, actually. I'd already changed into my uniform and tossed my old clothes somewhere in the cupboard. I liked it. A thought struck me. What about the killing and dying thing? I ran out of my room. Eh...which door to knock? I knocked on one door by random. The door flew open.

"WHAT IS IT, MAGGOT?!" Uh, okay, bad idea. I was wondering what to say when the Soldier yelled again.

"WELL, DON'T JUST STAND THERE! YOU ARE WASTING MY TIME!" The door slammed in my face. I stuck out my tongue.

"Right, jack-ass." The door flew open again.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" I blinked. Was he listening through the door or did he-

"C'MERE, MAGGOT! I'LL TEACH YOU TO CALL ME NAMES!" He lunged for me and I jumped backwards. I frowned. No way was I going to run. I swung my fist forward and it hit its destination - the idiot's stomach. He doubled over and I took the opportunity to kick him in the nuts. He let out an agonising yell. I stifled a giggle. I'd always wanted to do that but the guys back home sure knew how to dodge. The door behind me flew open.

"Oi! Wot the bloody hell is goin' on?!" I whirled around and saw the Sniper. I glanced at the Soldier and pointed at him. He pointed at me at the same time.

"HE ASSAULTED ME!" With that, he leaped up at me. I was so surprised that I forgot to dodge. How could-being kicked in the balls were supposed to have men on the floor 'til someone tended to them! Not jumping up like that in a frenzy! I was pretty soon under him.

"SNIPER! GET ME MY SHOVEL! THIS BOY WILL LEARN HOW TO RESPECT HIS FELLOW SOLDIERS!" he yelled, almost deafening my ears.

"Mate, I think you'd better get off the bloody brat." Brat?! Soldier growled at me.

"Maggot!" He stomped back into his room and slammed the door.

"What is his problem?" I muttered. Then I remembered why'd I even knocked on his door in the first place. I turned to Sniper. But when I turned, I only saw a closed door.

This was just a great beginning.