My first story hope you all like it!
REDScout stomped out of the REDspawn room with a frustrated growl. This was the third time in a row the enemy sniper had blown his brains out, and despite the last 30 seconds of the match nearing the end with their success, Scout could only think
about his broken pride and embarrassment. His thin soled feet padded quickly and silently on the old floor boards of the Sawmill, intent on getting some revenge before the match ended and a cease-fire was announced. As Scout raced through the light
rain
and muddy clay he could hear the commotion of war from the center of Sawmill, the big building between two team spawns. And from previous encounters he knew exactly where that Sniper was. Giving a soft snort and chuckle, he rounded wide from the side
/of the building, intent on surprising the Australian with a double barrel to his forehead. Lightning cracked over head, and the rain drops grew fatter. As Scout neared the entrance to the upper level of the tower adjacent to the Mill, he slowed to
a creep,
and paused at the wide doorway. Scout checked his Force A' Nature to make sure it was loaded and in working order for a perfect shot, and peeked around the corner. Stairs rose away from him and around a corner, where a fenced balcony stood guard over
/the control point building. He bit his lip. Just then, he heard shuffling coming from behind him. The BLUPyro was retreating from the Mill to recharge their flamethrower. Before he could be spotted, Scout ducked into the doorway, crouching on the
other
side hoping a ball of fire wasn't going to chase after him. But fortunately nothing came.
"The match ends in 15 seconds!" The Announcer screeched over the intercoms. Now was his chance. As soon as he began to sprint up the stairs, he heard a crack of wood against leather, and a split second later a baseball
hit him square on the back of his head. Scout let out a cry of pain and tumbled down the stairs in a daze.
"Heyey how do ya like that chucklenutz?" The voice teased from behind him. BLUScout stood in the doorway, his Sandman slung over his shoulder with a triumphant buck toothed grin. Scout stood up quickly, rubbing the growing bump on his skull.
"You bastahd!" He yelled, picking up his shotgun and stumbling towards his copy.
"Nice hustle slowpoke!" Blu responded, dancing on his toes. "Catch me if ya can!"
The two Scouts dashed out if the building, Red swaying a bit but managing to stay on his feet as he sprayed bullets in Blu's direction. As they rounded a corner towards the outer edge of the map Red managed to grab hold of Blu's bag, tackling him to the
/ground.
"You think you're so good twinkle toes? Huh!?" Scout roared, sending a fist flying into his copy's face. Blu returned it with a knee into his gut as they wrestled across the wet mud in the storm.
"Attention! Match ends in 5, 4, 3, 2..."
You think you're better than me ya piece of shit?!" Red yelled, pushing Blu off of him with his palms and feet. Blu sent one more fist at him before falling away.
"I'll always be the bettah half!" He retorted, showing a bloody smile. Red growled and pushed off from a crouched position, knocking into Blu with his upper body."Victory!"
Instead of hitting ground post impact, darkness of a deep pit swallowed them. Old cables and ropes caught at their limbs as they quickly forgot about their tussle. Red grabbed for a hold in the ropes, and a loop caught his leg tight, causing him
to cry out. Blu grabbed hold of his duffle bag desperately as Red clung tightly on to whatever he could grasp at. But Blu's sudden weight on his bag caused the strap to rip, and reflexively Scout grabbed the other boys arm with his hand.
"Don't let go," Blu whimpered, and Scout knew the cannons had already gone off. Respawn was deactivated, and if either of them let go, they weren't coming back.
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