I sighed and looked out the train window. How much longer until I reached my destination? I had already been on this train for 6 hours, any longer and both my stomach and I would snap. I was never any good with traveling. I had terrible motion sickness. My sketchbook was lying on the seat next to me and my paint brush was sitting at the top of the seats. Finally, the train arrived. It screeched to a halt, sending the paint brush flying backwards hitting a boy in the back of the head.
The boy jumped up and grabbed the brush that was getting paint on his baseball cap, "Oi! Watch it will 'ya? He yelled at me holding the paint brush. I grabbed the brush from him, apologizing to it. The boy grabbed my collar and flung me into the train wall, causing me to drop my sketch book and brush. "'Ya apologize to a fuckin' paint brush, but 'ya ain't apologizin' ta me? Jus' who do ya think yer are?"
"I-I'm sorry." I managed to choke out the words as the boy looked at my clothing, a red shirt, brown shorts, grayish-black shoes. "Hold up, 'yer a RED." He shoved me to the floor as I gasped for air. "'Yer lucky I ain't killin' you." I stood up after he said this.
This was the first time I had a good look at the boy. He must have been about 5'7", three inches taller than me. He was wearing a blue shirt similar to my red one. A baseball cap, similar to mine sat on his head.
"You're a male version of me..." I muttered.
"Wha was that Knucklehead?" He asked, glaring at me.
"Nothing..." I half muttered to myself.
The Scout grabbed my collar again. "It better be nothing." He threw me back down.
Now I was pissed. I was tossed to the floor by the same guy twice. I didn't like his attitude. I stood up and folded my arms.
"What, you got somethin' to say?" The Scout leered at me.
I had no other option; he irked me to no end. "Leave me alone!" I yelled into his face causing his eyes to widen.
"What're you gonna do if I don't?" He taunted.
I grabbed my baseball bat from my bag that was sitting on my back. *thwack!* The Scout yelped in pain and ran his hand under his nose for any blood. Droplets of the scarlet blood fell onto the train floor.
"You're dead meat now, pal." The Scout pulled out his own baseball bat and came charging at me. I backed up and ran out of the train as fast as I could.
"Get back here, I only wanna pound ya!" The Scout yelled as he started chasing me across the desert like terrain.
"Stay away from me!" I yelled, drinking a Bonk Atomic Punch. Instantly, I had enough speed to get away, but I wasn't so lucky. Apparently the Scout had the same idea I had.
If anyone was to look out at the terrain, they would see two blurs, a red one and a blue one. As a matter of a fact, someone had been looking out; an Australian man holding a sniper rifle looked out of his rifle's scope.
"Ah, so our Scout found the RED eh?" He sipped his coffee.