A prologe - By Scout
(Because no one else would do it.)
I guess dis is da part where I speak some intelligent mumbo jumbo about having some life changing experience? Could give it a try, I guess...Exactly thirty one battle scahs mark my body and all most exactly forty scahs mark my body. I fell a lot when I was a kid...Still do, I blame it on my damn shoes, dey were crap!...but dat isn't da point! God dat sounded terrible...Somethin' hardhat would say...Um, well not about da shoes, hes got a nice paih of 'em actually...Ah geez, look I ain't good at dis fancy stuff! Look I had a hard life, now I'm betteh, 'nough said...Hmm? What! No, I ain't gonna tell da whole story! Geez man, do I look like a fricken' kindeh garden teacher aw somethin'? Ain't no damn story telleh, Get someone else ta do it! Fricken'people...I'm not even getting paid f'ah dis...Hey...I'm not even getting paid f'ah dis!
Back Lash
Chapter One
Battle Scars
"W'ere is ze Medic!"
"MEEEDIIIC!"
"What in Sam hell happened!"
"Demoman."
"Those slimy no good son of a guns."
"Ach, was ist los?"
"'es unconscious, doctorgr. Anothergr minute and 'e would 'ave been no more."
"Schnell! He has fery little time, go, go!"
"S-Spy? Where?-"
"Don' speak, Scout, you are vergry 'urt."
"W-What-Oh god-AAAHHH!"
"Hit him!"
"'Ave you lost yourgr mind?"
"W-What da fuck man! AHH! Jesus fuck! AAHHHHH!"
"Hit him now!"
There was something about the morning that day. Cold and humid air surrounded the battle field, a thick low fog formed along the war stained ground. This air crept through the entirety of the Blue base, slowly easing its way around the long empty hallways and into the various rooms. The coldness acted as a wake up call to the classes, almost like an internal alarm clock. Spy was always first, then Sniper, Engineer, Medic, Soldier, Heavy, Demoman, and lastly Pyro. Now usually Scout came popping up in between Engineer and Medic. Though the cold morning air always reached this Blue Scout in particular last.
Scout slowly turned over in his bed, the coolness creeping over his skin like a winter bitten slug. This caused him to grunt in displeasure, jabbing himself over to the other side of his bed to escape the air for a few more wonderful minutes.
"Wake up, Sunshine!"
Scout frowned deeply, cracking open his heavy eyes. If the air didn't get to him in the morning there was the second much worse result.
"Rise and shine! lets go, go, go!"
"I'm fricken up, man, I'm up!" The Blue yelled out, covering his head with a pillow.
"Then march your ass out here, son!" Soldier's gruff voice echoed through the whole hall. "Do you think war is going to wait for you? NO! Now march!"
Scout growled lowly, shoving back the covered and running over to the door. He shoved the thin steel door back into the Soldier earning him a wide smile. "Whatdya fricken' want? My soul aw somethin', can't a guy sleep? Can't ya give me a break f'ah once!" Scout shouted, glaring into the light of the hall. Other classes passed by like it was a normal ruteen to see such a commotion from the pair.
"Now that is what I like to see! Hahah!" Soldier shoved the door back at the Scout, earning a painful grunt when the frame jabbed into the runners leg.
"Someone must'a really smacked ya head, man." Scout slammed the door closed.
"Smacked my head? Ha! I have had my skull cracked open, son, and I'm still standing!" Soldiers voice slowly faded off into the distance of the hallway.
Scout flicked on the lights in his room. Squinting at the sharp rays that floated down from the lighting above. He shielded his eyes with a hand, moving slowly over to the door-less closet that held his clothing. Scout ran the hand that was shielding the light through his bed ridden hair, making the outcome a lot worse. The runner grabbed a Blue T-Shirt, baseball pants, socks, and shoes. Tossing the usual attire onto his bed carelessly.
"Fricken' asses." Scout muttered, pulling the white tank over his head with a single fluid motion. Tossing the sleeping wear into its usual spot just beside his bed. Slowly Scout leaned to the left, earning a hard crack from his back, then again to the right. He sighed to himself, sometimes he just did not want to wake up in the morning. All the back and forth fighting knocked him senseless sometimes.
"Herr Scout." The voice followed a loud rapping at his door.
"Yeah, yeah doct'a I hear ya. Come on." The bastion quickly slipped over his Blue T-Shirt, knowing the process that came in the morning.
Medic opened the door carrying a small roll of bandages and a stern expression. "Turn around, Herr Scout."
"I don't get a hello?" Scout smiled smugly at the Medic, sitting on the edge of his bed with his back facing the teams healer.
"Nein." Medic walked over to the Scout's back. Setting down the bandages the doctor slowly lifted Scout's shirt, glaring at the untaken care of mass of gauze that used to be neatly placed over yet another bullet wound. Medic grasped the mass.
"So, hows it lookin' b-AAH!" Scout jumped straight up and stiffened at the pain surging through his body.
Medic smirked, holding onto the blood ridden gauze that was ripped off Scout's back. "Vonderful, Herr Scout."
"Sadistic bastard." Scout glared, slumping back down onto the bed with a new found alertness that the cold air couldn't bring him.
Medic merely chuckled, slapping back on some new gauze and securing the coverage the best he could for the upcoming battle. "Try not to get hit this time, Häschen." The healer began to change into a clean pair of gloves.
"I ain't gonna get hit, Adolf." Scout gave a smug expression, tossing his pants to the ground and slipping a foot through each hole, before grasping the belt loop and pulling up sharply, at the same time jumping up so the pants came up smoothly.
Medic glanced up at him, giving a sour look. " If I did not just change meine glofes I vould smack you, Scout." The doctor flipped out a lengthy piece of bandaging. "Your arm, Bitte."
Scout gave a more so bittersweet half smile. The runner was greatful for the morning coarse, but it made him feel... "Yeah, yeah, come on then, I wanna fricken' eat already." Scout sat down, and held up his right arm. The only arm he had.
Medic quickly wrapped the bandaging around his palm up to his wrist. "Turn, Bitte."
Scout turned himself around, rolling his eyes.
The German quickly grabbed a pin that was securing the bandage roll, folding the right sleeve of Scout upwards and pushing the pin through, giving a little bend to each end. "There, goot and secure, Scout." Medic slapped a gloved hard harshly onto the Scouts back, earning a muffled yelp.
"Yeah, thanks." Scout quickly belted his pants and started to run out the door, only to have a gloved hand grab firmly at his arm.
"Forgetting something, Häschen?" Medic looked the Scout over with a inkling of a smirk.
Scout sighed, rolling his eyes to the side. "I can't right now, man, I gotta focus. Aaaan' I know how ya get, Doc." The runner smiled, hitting Medic on the shoulder lightly. "Why do ya think I put a shirt on, eh?" Scout laughed and quickly started towards the door. "I promise I'll caught ya late'a, Doc."
"Mission begins in thirty seconds!"
"Look alive ladies! Hike up those skirts and try not to smear your lipstick while you get killed out there!" Soldier gripped his shovel, smacking it hashly against the near by wall.
Scout was quickly running in place, pressing a pair of fingers to his neck while counting, his eyes watching the clock on the wall carefully. These were the times he was most useful to everyone and he never wanted lose that one self respect he had left.
"Rgready for ze fight, lucky?" Spy suddenly cloaked next to the Scout.
"Geez!" The Blue jumped back away from the Spy. His obvious heart rate that was being kept track of long gone. "Whats wrong with ya, fricken' frog!" Scout then narrowed his eyes dangerously. "And stop callin' me lucky!"
"Why!" Soldier turned around quickly. "I had a dog named lucky once!" He pointed the shovel at Scout. "And it was the damn cutest thing that ever lived!"
Spy seemed to get even more smug, containing a knowing look. "And what 'appened to ze dog?"
"It exploded."
"What!" Scout's nose scrunched up.
"Thats right privite, exploded, it was walking through a mine field!" Soldier grinned. "That canine was a brave thing!"
"How long did ya even have da thing?" Scout looked at Soldier with wide eyes.
Soldier cocked his head up at the ceiling in thought and answer with an affermitive nod. "About a minute."
Spy was shaking with silent laughter, staring down at the floor to hide the large grin that was pealing over his face.
"What!"
"I named it, then it stepped on a mine."
"What da hell is ya guys problem!" Scout walked away from the pair. Soldier whom was grinning proudly and Spy was stuck in a snorting fit. He shock his head, glancing at the clock.
"Mission begins in ten seconds!" The announcer growled out.
Scout smirked, checking over everything. He had his scatter gun, check. Baseball bat, check. Scout batted his side pocket, no check. "Where da hell is my ball?" Scout shouted out, a few teammates casing him glares. They most likely thought it was inappropriate to be thinking about playing caught right now. But it was part of his deadly arsenal! "Ah crap, crap, crap! " He looked around quickly, he thought he grabbed it. He never left his ball behind. That thing was right next to the bat, right next to it. Always. Al-ways. Where in the name of Babe Ruth!-
"Scout..."
The young fighter turned, staring at the smug expression of their medic. Holding his ball.
"You left this in my room, Häschen." Medic whispered the words. Unfortunately the one person he cared about hearing such a statement could understand what Medic had said and did in fact hear them loud and clear.
Spy uncloaked next to Scout. "You prefer zat over lucky?"
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"
Scout was red at the ears with anger and embarrassment. There was pratically a funnel of steam flowing out of Scout's ears he was so hot headed. Unfortunately for the enemy this type of anger was just what Scout needed to fuel his daily battle.
"Stupid slimy little frog.." Scout muttered aloud, Pumping his scatter gun for the ready by grasping the pump and giving it a hard thrust with his arm. "Thinks hes da fricken' bomb, doesn't he? Just cause he speaks a billion different languages! Sneaking into other peoples fricken' space!" Scout's face turned into a brewing inferno of hate as he shouted the statement to himself. Running quickly along the roof top of the bridge that separated the enemies base from their own. It only took a matter of seconds before his first victim came into his eyes sight. An enemy Pyro was backing up a Red Engineer, had his back turned just long enough. "Uuugh!" Scout jumped from the bridge and cracked off a shot right into the back of his skull.
"What the?" Their Engineer turned with a shotgun in hand.
Scout was quick to back off, he had a good couple hits taken from that man before and did not want to repeat. "See ya later truckie!" He said with a smug expression, jumping off the ledge and onto the battle field.
The Engineer peered out into the open. "Heavy get that Scout!" He shouted out.
Scout watched as the large bear turned to face him. What else was he suppose to call that walking lard? Quickly as those feet would carry him Scout ran straight for the water below, clasping his body against the beam of the bridge. The bullets rang through the water like wild parahna. He recalled Soldier saying never fight the enemy when their up hill, but that thought quickly let his mind as a bullet forced its way into his flesh. "Aaah!" Scout grasped his shoulder in pain, clasping his eyes shut tightly. Medic was going to kill him.
"Aaaahahahaha! Ruuun! Ruun!" Heavy's voice echoed into the cavern of water.
Scout's eyes went wide as he watched the large man fall into the water below. "He was coming down here?" Scout thought, once the body was floating lifelessly though, he settled down.
"Bonjour." Spy's form swam past Heavy like a loose ghost. He was invisible, but the water always gave him away just enough.
Scout's anger resurfaced through the redness in his face. "Dis ain't makin' up for earlier!"
"I 'ave no idea what your talking about." Scout watched Spy walk through the Red tunnel, the last of the wetness dripping away from that huge grin he held.
"Mission ends in 60 seconds!"
Scout frowned. No one ever broke past the lines to get anyone's intelligence. Not even himself. That was why these things never ended themselves. He glanced at the Blue tunnel and slowly swam in that direction.
The team was gathered into the usual space, a small table that occupied the basement floor. Covered in cards, empty beer, and whiskey bottles from the previous night. It was not exactly a strategy meeting, but it was something to take off the edge from the battle.
"We were right on it today, mates!" Sniper held up the usual Blu Streak beer, giving a dark chuckle. "They were like little fishes out there, lure 'em in and boom!" Sniper chuckled again, taking in a long sip of the alcohol. He slammed the beverage down onto the table. "Got two head shots." Sniper gloated.
"Got myself a little somethin' from todays activities as well." Engineer tossed out a knife caked on with dried blood. "Hehehe..." The Blue circled a finger around a bottle of Shed as well. "What'd you get lil' buddy?" The man turned a grin to Scout. Who was seated in between a frustrated Medic and their towering Heavy, who was currently assembling one of his famous sandwiches.
Scout beamed up, opening his mouth to start his ferce tail about killing a Red Pyro gaurded by an Engineer and then taking on a Heavy!
"A bullet." Medic grumbled out. "In de shoulder blade."
"Good or bad side?" Engineer let his smile drop a moment.
"Bad side." Medic pushed up his glasses then clasped his hands together in front of him. Having an absence of alcohol to keep himself occupied with.
"Good fo' that, otherwise they'd be shippin' ya straight otta 'ere." Sniper leaned back in his chair, propping his boot on the table.
"Doctor." Heavy tapped the Medic's shoulder. " Would you like sandvich?"
"No danke, Heavy." Medic waved a hand at the substance.
Heavy nodded, holding up the plate to Scout. "Sc-"
"Heck yeah!" The runner hogged the plate close, shoving half the sandwich deep in the cavern of his mouth. "Mmm, thmmks mmnn!" He complimented, small crumbs flying from his mouth.
Medic leaned in with a scowl on his face, but managed only the threatening look once Soldier walked in. There was no interrupting him, at least no one ever tried before, and sure as hell wouldn't freeze over Medic was not going to be the first to try.
"What is this, ladies! Their are weapons to be cleaned up stairs! You do not neglect your weapon, it is your mother of war, and mother can take away your supper..And kill you!" Soldier burst forth with overly enthusiastic volume, peering over everyone with wide war lusted eyes.
"Oh shut it ya rocket-hopping simpleton!"." Sniper talked through his alcohol, literally. The liquid dribbled down his chin as he laughed into the bottle.
"What?" Soldier barked in his direction. "Simpleton! My own god damn father wouldn't have had the balls to say that to my face!"
Engineer stood up into the chaos. "Come on now, Solly, hes just talkin' drunk."
"No one, " Soldier unleashed his trademark shovel. "And I mean no one calls me a simpleton!"
Scout watched with an ever growing smirk of meat and cheese. Soldier was like the father he never had (Or at least the father his mother never cared to mention), in his opinion the man should have his own TV show about how amazing he was. "Get emm, Solmmgr!" Scout said through another bite, his eyes wide with hopeful excitement.
Medic glared at Scout. "Nicht ermutigen ihn!" He growled lowly.
Heavy watched the uneasy tension unfold in the room with knitted brows.
"Get back truckie! I'm dealing with this criminal slime myself!" Soldier rolled up a single sleeve, shoving Engineer back with a hard push.
"Criminal? Now wait just'a minute!" Sniper shot up from his seat.
"Not a chance, hippie!" Soldier raised his hand to shove the deadly object into Sniper's face.
Heavy grasped the shovel tightly from behind, tossing that aside.
"What do you th-" Soldier was suddenly grasped in a tight lock by Heavy's arms. Holstered up into the air by the large arms around his chest. Kicking furiously at the air he managed a good hit to Sniper's chin.
"Aaagh!" The Aussie grasped his face in pain, falling to the ground, cursing something fierce in his Australian slang.
Scout jumped up. "Wooah!"
"Scout!" Medic glared narrowly, grabbing Scout's shirt and giving a sharp tug.
He was forced into his seat quite quickly, giving a grunt of pain as he hit the metal chair. "What da hell was dat for!" Scout yelled out, glaring just as harshly back at the doctor.
Heavy sighed, holding a now fowl spitting Soldier. "I take him back. He calm better." The Russian quickly exited.
"A-Ah Bloody...I thi'k 'e knocked ou'a tooth." Sniper was on his hands and knees, spitting out crimson from his mouth.
Engineer was quick to aid him. "Ah hell, boy. Medic!" The call came naturally to everyone around and just as naturally Medic responded.
"I vill deal vith you later." Medic gave the hushed warning, pointing quickly to the hall. "Go to your room."
"Ya ain't my fricken' ma!" Scout gave an scowl.
"Fuckin' Doc!" Sniper yelled out, groaning loudly in pain.
Medic didn't say another word, just rose quickly to Sniper's aid.
Scout sat in his seat for a moment, fiddling with the empty plate before raising up. Though he didn't go to his room, being Scout, he went upstairs and sat right outside the door to his room. Arms crossed and glaring contently at the wall a crossed from him. Yet Scout was never one to stay in the same place for more then ten minutes. Unless he was sleeping, then he was out for the count. Now as interesting as staring at a wall may sound, glaring at a wall came to be as exciting as watching paint dry. Scout huffed, readjusting himself to be more comfortable. He was not going to give Medic the satisfaction. Never...Not in a billion years. Scout looked at the ceiling. The floor wasn't as comfortable as his room. "Fricken' Medic, Thinkin' hes so bad with his big mother talk..." Scout slumped against the wall. "Well I ain't scared a him...I'mma stay right here!" Scout yelled out, folding his arms over his chest.
Oh my gooood writing...Its a love-hate relationship... -Sad face-
Or in TF2 terms Engie-Sentry.
He beats me vigorously with a wrench and somehow this makes me feel all better...Anyways!
Well it takes me forever to update these things because of distractions.
If your reading my other story, blame this one for taking up time. :D
Ugh...And sense my updating time is at !snail speed! expect to see the next chapter in about-Oh would you look at the time! -Leaves-