Power. Units. Reaping. Plans. Leading. Espionage.
(P.U.R.P.L.E.)
Chapter 1 – League ball, stolen!
Somewhere in America, a place I do not know well. A youth was participating in ball practice, by himself. But this cocky boy did not need anyone else, or so he thought. But at the moment he was holding a wooden bat with his left hand and a signed baseball. Which he would repeatedly swing and hit it against the cage. The ball made a different sound when hit then all the other balls, it sounded almost… hollow, but he knew that couldn't be right, could it?
Silent and completely invisible, a figure lurked behind the ball –cap wearing kid. The spectre also had an interest in the ball, though he knew much more about it than the one currently holding it. The stalker creeped towards him, matching his steps with the sounds of the bat and ball, but with ears of a rabbit the kid seemed to hear something.
Jumping to conclusions he immediately swung his baseball bat at what looked to be thin air, "This'll teach ya to sneak up on me, ya creep!" The hit barely missed but it was enough to make the figure visible. It seemed to be a rather gross looking woman with a shawl and sunglasses.
The boy only had time to yell "Spy!" before the woman quickly flourished a knife and stabbed the youth in the shoulder. He went down to his knee, holding his wound, but the woman wasn't interested in him, she picked up the ball and was covered in smoke before a moment later she… looked like him. The woman said with his own voice, "You are fast boy, you would make good Scout if you were not so young." And then the boy knew no more, he had collapsed with blood loss.
Sometime later, possibly a day or two the young man woke up very dizzy in what looked to be a bed, in a house he didn't know. Looking down at him was a vey tall, dark youth with a coy smile, he was looking down at the other with a little worry, but not a lot. "Took quite a hit eh? I watched the whole thing from me uncle's house here, you still kickin' there?" The American boy wondered why the other one sounded so… Canadian, but responded, "Yeah, I'm fine. But that damn brawd jacked my ball." The dark one shook his head, "Sorry to here that bud, that chick must be quite the hoser eh? Anyways, you got a name Yankee? "The boy reflected on what the shady chick called him, thinking about it he responded slowly, "Call me Scout. Now if you don't mind, I gotta chase after that damn thief and show her who's her daddy!" The dark haired youth didn't offer his own name, and was relieved that Scout didn't ask for his, "Oi, you can't just go like that." Scout turned, looking angry, "Why the hell not?" The dark boy held u a base ball bat, "You forgot your bat brother." Scout took it gratefully, "You know, you're alright for a Canadian, thanks man." Scout wasted not another moment, he took off out of the house running faster then anyone else he knew, going after his ball, and the Spy who took it.