A/N – I don't own Team Fortress 2 or the characters. They belong to Valve. This is a story I've been re-writing called Heartache. Here is the first part! Enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Recruitment
It was a cold rainy day on a train, on the way to 2fort. The pyro was in the back beside a few crates. It was all alone; ready to meet its team, the BLU team. The train stopped and the doors opened causing the young fire starter to shutter. It revealed a scout, but on the opposite team. He sat down across from the Pyro. he looked at the BLU uniform.
"So…you're a BLU?"
"Mmhmm…" said the Pyro, its voice muffled by the gas mask.
The train began to move yet again. The lights flickered and the wheels rode across the rigid tracks. Inside the train, it was dark. The Bostonian could barely see the figure in front of him. The scout eyed the pyro a little more, before pointing a thumb to its flamethrower.
"Does that mean you're a Pyro?"
The Pyro nodded, looking at the weapon. It belonged to its father. The pyro picked it up and held it close. The train rolled on. A question still lingered in the scout's head.
"why won't you kill me now? I'm unarmed, you could easily torch me death with your flamethrower. Don't you want your team to have the upper hand?"
the pyro shook it's head. The scout was the first friend it's had in a while. It didn't wan to lose him. The scout looked at the gas mask. The eyes of the mask stared back emotionless. The scout removed his baseball hat and ran his hand though his hair nervously.
'Will you...show me whats unda there?" he asked looking away
"No..."
the train halted to a quick stop causing the scout to lean against the window. The pyro laughed and grabbed it's stuff. The scout looked out the window and saw the BLU base. The pyro jumped out of the train once the doors opened.
"Wait...whats your name?" the scout asked standing at the door.
"Pyro..."
And the train moved on. The Pyro walked farther away from the station. One thought lingered in it's mind.
'Boy I hope I don't fight him...'