There was a football game going on in Washington. Everyone's excited to go. There are nine players in the game and people gathered up at the entrance to watch the game. People bought hats, enormous hands with a first finger that said, "#1 Fan." and other objects from the concessions and food from the food stores for snacks. "I heard the Heavy of the Fortress group is the best!" a female fan announced eagerly. "Bullshit, the Soldier is the best!" a male fan declared. "Nope! The Scout is the best player!" another male announced. "I don't care who is the best, let's watch the game!" a male barked, pushing through the crowd to get to the main gates. Everyone crowded the main gates to the middle of the stadium and slowly poured from the gates to the middle of the stadium. Then, they sat down in hundreds of rows of chairs for them to sit on, slowly. After everyone got inside the stadium, the gates closed and everything went suddenly quiet. Then, the speakers on the jumbotron turned on, and everyone stood up from the chairs and removed their hats, hoods, and hats from the concessions. The pledge of the flag and everyone sang along with the speaker through the jumbotron's speakers and after the pledge of the flag ended, everyone cheered, clapped and hooted.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Marysville football stadium! I'm your host, Jonathan Zegers," a male's voice spoke through the speakers in excitement and eagerly. "And I'm Johnny Walker!" another male's voice spoke through the speakers. "Let's play ball!" they both said at the same time. Then, the door opens and nine players, each wearing the same dark blue, orange and white football uniforms with helmets. "THERE'S THE HEAVY!" one of the female fans from the stadiums screamed out in happiness. A male football player with the number 75 on the front and back with an orange circle with a cross arm symbol on the shoulder, that is taller than the rest of the players, is in the front of the line and he looked at his surroundings, with steel blue eye color, and he shyly waved at the crowd. The crowd cheered from his wave and some of the fans waved back at him. "ALRIGHT CUPCAKES!" An American voice screamed. The Heavy looked at the leader of the group with the same uniform that the Heavy was wearing, except shorter than the Heavy. "REMEMBER WHAT WE DID AT THE TRAINING AREA?! WE WILL POUND THESE ASSHOLES TO THE GROUND!" The Heavy only nodded his head and the skinny football player placed his hand in the middle and everyone else did. "TEAM SPIRIT!" they yelled out at the same time. Then, they lined up into four lines at separate sides and played the game. Then, the skinny football player tossed the football to the Heavy, and the Heavy caught the ball and charged towards the end on the left. The time was 10 and everyone started the countdown.
"Ten! Nine! Eight!" everyone screamed. The Heavy huffed and puffed as he charged forward towards the goal. Then, he passed the goal and noticed something light blue was in his way. Then, he tripped over something and dropped the football down on the ground and to his horror, crashed into the wall. Everything went black for him, but to the audience, everyone gasped in horror as the Heavy crashed into the wall, knocking himself out cold. "Oh, no! The Heavy is knocked out cold!" the male's voice yelled out through the speakers. "What happened, Jonathan?" the other male's voice asked. "It seems the Heavy of the Fortress group accidentally crashed into the wall, after tripping over something." the first male's voice replied, as the footage revealed him tripping and crashing into the wall. "That's going to leave a mark," he replied wincing at the impact. On the football grounds, two of the team members ran up to the Heavy and the skinny man looked panicked. "Ivan! Is Ivan okay?!" he yelled at the Medic. "He's just knocked out that's all." the medic of the football stadium replied. Then, the medics used an emergency bed for him to be on top and carried him to an emergency hospital truck and went to the hospital.
As the crowd went out of the football stadium, someone in blue watched as the hospital vehicle carried him away and he grinned with a toothy white grin.
At the hospital, Ivan, now with his helmet off and his football uniform on and his helmet on still. He grunted as he frowned, squinting his eyes and he slowly opened them, revealing a doctor right by his side, and in her hands was a light brown clipboard with a pen and paper. She has long white hair that is up in a messy bun, pale skin color, deep steel blue eye color, and she is oddly wearing a doctor's outfit. "What...what happened?" he asked, in a thick and deep Russian voice. "You just knocked yourself out during your football game." she gently replied, in a smooth and calm voice. He sighed in annoyance and leaned back down on the bed and tried to move his right arm, but winced at the pain. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, while you were out, you apparently broke your right arm after the crash and you have to wear the sling for about 1-3 weeks," she explained. He sighed and leaned back down on his bed and she sighed. "I'm sorry to inform you about that, Mr. Siniy." she apologized, with a Russian accent at the end of her sentence.
He looked at her in shock and he replied, in Russian, "Ты говоришь по-русски?" She looked at him in confusion and replied, back in Russian, "Почему да. Я, конечно, наполовину русский!" His jaw dropped in shock and she giggled softly. "Отлично! Я рад встретиться с таким русским, как я!" he replied, happily. She giggled again and replied back in Russian, "Хорошо, я рад, что вы счастливы, но я должен заполнить ваш профиль, чтобы вы могли оставаться в ней до тех пор, пока не почувствуете полное здоровье, и вы можете выбраться из нее и иметь домашнюю еду вместо больничной пищи." He nodded his head, and she left him in the room, as two of the football players from earlier, came into the room and noticed Ivan on the bed, with his right arm in a sling. "Oh, dude! That's gunna hurt!" the skinny man replied, in an American voice. "Да, it hurts," Ivan replied, dryly. "I hope you are okay, Ivan!" the American yelled. Ivan nodded his head and remembers about the strange light blue figure that he saw, before his accident. "Have anyone one of you see something light blue?" he asked. The both of them looked at each other for a moment, then back at Ivan with confused looks on their faces. "What with face?" he asked. "We never saw somethin' light blue, Iv." the skinny man replied. He confusedly rose his eyebrow in confusion and looked at the other man, who still has his helmet on. "You?" he asked. "No, I have not!" he replied.
Ivan looked stumped so, he leaned back into his bed and thought about the light blue figure. "Has anyone else seen it?" he asked. "Not what I've thought of." the skinny man replied. Ivan sighed as he looked up at the ceiling in confusion and the two of them looked at each other again and the skinny man made a mention with his right hand, with his first finger, in a circular motion near his temple. Ivan continued to look at the ceiling for a moment until he felt sleepy from staying up late working on his plans, so, he slowly blinked a few times, until he closed them and fell asleep in his bed, snoring quietly. The two of them watched as Ivan fell asleep in his bed and the first one walked over to the door and opened it and the skinny man followed behind him. After the two of them had left, a shadowy figure appeared and smiled.