Jeff hated the BLU team. Every single one of them deserved to die. They killed his brother… the one who watched over him all ten years of his life… other than his mother of course. He saw what they did. He watched the surveillance video. They tied his big brother James up and tortured him to death, just because he wouldn't spill any info. Jeff's life has been hell ever since his brother died. He has to stay with the RED team at the base, his mother's in a coma, and without James, the Scout, the RED team has been losing battles. He sighed and tilted his head toward the ceiling. He stopped biting his hand-me-down dogtags. Okay, let's see. He thought to himself. What good thing has happened to me recently? Engineer takes care of him. Treats him good. That's one thing…
He couldn't think of anything else. Goddammit! Jeff yanked at his hair and chewed on his tongue. I'm only frickin ten! He poked the floor of the dormitory with his dusty bat. Okay, who killed his brother? He knew right off the top of his head. The BLU soldier. Who captured… no, abducted his brother? The BLU spy! Oh, that spy. Disguising himself as James, What a great actor he was, being all brotherly like that. Jeff rose from the bed and replayed the surveillance tape on his computer. There it was again, the BLU Engineer slapping James all over the face with that damn wrench. Oh, he'd hate it if that Engineer was RED. The RED Engie had been James's best bud. James snapped out of his thoughts and focused on the screen again. This time he noticed something different. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a girl, about his age, hiding in the corner. Her precious blonde hair was neatly tied in braids. Jeff didn't know what to think. Did he like her? Did he hate her? It didn't matter. She was going to die with the rest of the BLUs. Just like he said before, every single one of them deserved to die. He chewed on his dogtags again—
the dogtags from James. Then a brilliant idea came to his head.
I'll kill them.
A plan began to devise in his head as he wobbled back to the bed. If he just killed them, then it could be considered murder. Plus, he was too small to even hold Sascha. Getting someone to do it for him was lame. So he decided the easiest way to do it was to join the war. Underage? He knew that. But even if he had to wait, Jeff wanted to kill the BLUs with his own two hands. He lowered the bill of his baseball cap, moving it so that it would cover his face.
His insane, crazy, grinning face.
AN: Heheh… yeah okay. Um, this is the first chapter for the stupid crap I feel like writing. When I came up with this idea, I fell in love with it. Now let's hope I can end it.
BTW, I used to be ClickTheMuffin on FF. Then I forgot my login info. So any story on that page is discontinued.