I'm just saying this... I DO NOT know baseball that well as I am British, not American XD I did research a bit about it on Wikipedia, then I gave up and watched Troll Hunter XD
As promised, the tenth chapter! Wow, 10 chapter... Did you know that that is basically 31 pages on my Word document now O_O But it's all for you guys. I was just waiting for that 28th review so I could post this chapter XD Now that has happened, ta da!
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Felix stood as he watched Patrice run around the four posts, his ball going off and landing somewhere in the bushes at the end of the courtyard.
"That's right, you run maggot!" Joe shouted after the Frenchman as he finally ran past the fourth post. Patrice mockingly saluted the American, who grumbled in response.
"Go on, Felix, you're up." Keith said and nudged the German forward. Felix stood there as Patrice handed him the single wooden baseball bat before swinging it over his shoulder. Ben stood there, throwing the ball up and down casually.
"Remember, Felix, keep ya eye on the ball!" He said before throwing the baseball with some considerable force. Felix swung the bat, eyes focused on the speeding ball. The sound of the ball hitting the bat echoed throughout the courtyard as the ball flew away faster than when Ben had bowled it.
"Run Felix!" Felix's team of four shouted and he sprinted for first. The sound of his team cheering him on kept oxygen in his lungs and his vision focused. Second base.
"Got it!" someone shouted.
"Well pass it here!" another voice cried as Felix reached third. Just then Felix saw out of the corner of his vision the ball being thrown towards Joseph, who smirked. Felix pumped his arms, but it seemed as though Joseph would catch it before he reached fourth. Without knowing it, he jumped forwards. Joseph had caught the ball. Felix's arm was outstretched. Then he temporarily lost his train of thought as it hurtled down a cliff.
"Felix?" a voice called and the German slowly started to sit up, rubbing the back of his head. He opened his eyes to see Ivan helping him up off of the cool grass.
"I'm OK, Ivan." He said as he brushed himself off before looking around to see the game carrying on, however Ben seemed to glance at him occasionally.
"Did I do it?" The German asked the Russian, who shook his head.
"Little baby did not make it. Very good jump though." Ivan said, patting Felix on the back reassuringly.
"S-so what do I d-do now?" He asked, the stutter in his voice coming back.
"You are out so you sit over here with me." The Russian said, walking a couple of paces away before sitting down on the green grass. Felix joined him, slightly disappointed with himself. At least his father wasn't there to witness his failure- Stop!
"You little arse!" Keith shouted at Ben, who smirked at the Australian.
"Better luck next time, ya knucklehead!" The Bostonian said, grinning in victory. Keith grumpily plonked himself on the grass next to Felix, who flinched slightly.
"Out?" The German asked and the Australian nodded his head as he glared at Ben, who threw a pitch at George.
"You little baby. Getting worked up because you lost." Ivan chuckled and Keith merely replied with a grumble.
"Don't w-worry, mein freund, maybe n-next time." Felix said and patted the Australian on the shoulder.
"Yeah," Keith said, turning to Felix, "Thanks mate." He smiled.
Suddenly George zoomed past them, and skidded to a halt, putting his hands on his knees and panting like a dog.
"Dang, I'd never thought I'd make it." He smiled at his friends, who laughed.
"At least you made it." Keith said, still annoyed.
"Don't get yourself all worked up over a silly little game, son. This is only for fun." George said as he joined the queue. Patrice stepped forward and took the bat that was thrown on the ground.
"Just two people left to bat," Keith started, "Aahh, we're never going to win." He crossed his arms and lowered his hat over his eyes.
"Maybe you will get lucky." Ivan tried, but the Australian simply mumbled something and lay down on the grass.
"He is p-pouting like a little ch-child." Felix whispered to Ivan, who chuckled.
"Don't worry yourself, Felix, he was always a mama's boy!" George said, "Always getting what he wanted."
"Oh shut up, you bloody good for nothing…" Keith trailed off and kept the insults inaudible. Patrice halted in front of them and looked at Ben, annoyed.
"Why that American. He is too good for his own good." He said and carefully placed himself on the ground, puffing out his chest arrogantly and lighting a cigarette, the soon glowing embers illuminating his pissed off face.
"With them already gone and us with only that imbecile left, we'll never win this." He said as he exhaled the smoke, sighing.
"Maybe we should try and beat him at his own game." Keith said. Felix, Ivan and Patrice looked at him, puzzled.
"What does baby mean?"
"Ya," Felix started, "He's too g-good at his o-own game for us t-to possible beat h-him."
"I don't mean baseball," Keith replied as he sat up, "I mean runnin'. You've seen him run around that course. He's like bloody lightning. So I suggest we set up a race between him and our team's fastest runner."
Keith looked around smoothly as his team considered his point.
"I suppose it could work. I mean, what else have we to lose?" Patrice said, shrugging.
"Exactly." Keith said and him and the Frenchman bumped fists.
"Oi Ben!" The Australian waved at the Bostonian, who looked at them, grinning.
"Surrendering already?" He said mockingly, and his team laughed.
"No, get your team over here, we got an idea!"
Ben walked up to them, smirking as he, Joe, Connor and the thing they had named Kevin stood over them, casting shadows on the losing team. Keith stood up challengingly, shortly followed by Felix and Patrice, the Frenchman inhaling his cigarette, eyes glinting at the Bostonian, the butt of the cigarette giving a slight amber glow to his features.
"What is your idea then?" Ben said, arms crossed as Joe chuckled at some joke Connor made under his breath.
"Our idea," Keith started, gesturing to his team, "Is that we have a little race. One lap around the courtyard. Your fastest member against ours. Winner's team wins the baseball match."
Felix looked on as Ben squinting his eyes in thought, looking at his team who shrugged.
"…Yeah, alright then. I don't see how this will change anything." He smirked and went to consult with his team.
Felix huddled with his teammates, who all looked as worried as he was.
"Great idea, Keith, now what are we gonna do?" George said glumly.
"Calm down, mate. I'm sure Felix will win it for us."
"Wait? What!" the German cried and stepped back in shock, "Why m-me?"
"Well George is too exhausted, Patrice is a twat and I can't run for peanuts." Keith said, earning the finger from the Frenchman and a sigh from the German.
"Fine, b-but don't s-say I didn't w-warm you." Felix said as Ivan patted him on the shoulder.
"Do not worry, tiny baby will do great."
"Danke, Ivan." Felix gave a warm smile at the Russian before standing at one corner of the courtyard. Ben soon joined him, ready.
"Hey, Felix," Ben said, "No hard feelings?"
"Not at all." Felix replied, and the two high fived.
"Right!" boomed Joseph, "You ladies know what to do, so on the count of three…"
In the centre of the two friends stood the American, both arms outstretched as he counted.
"One… two… three!" he barked, raising his arms as the two friends zoomed off. At first they were evenly matched, but Ben grew in distance, smiling and giving the thumbs up at his teammates. The German glanced at his team. Keith had his head in his hands, George was looking at the grass and Patrice stared at Ben begrudgingly, puffing out smoke from his flaring nostrils: He knew he couldn't let them lose.
He gritted his teeth and focused his eyes ahead, legs burning, arms pumping, a spark ignited deep within him that caused him to slowly catch up with Ben. I must keep going, nothing else matters…
Ben blinked in surprise as the German overtook him, determined. A small smile grew on Ben's face as he followed, becoming equal to the German. But Felix continued to gain in speed and the Bostonian found the distance growing between them.
Felix listened to the wind whipping past his ears, the cool breeze in his face as it seemed like he was flying, his feet skimming the grass as his team's cheers could be heard. The German looked at his team as they jumped up and down victorious, Keith hugging Patrice, who went beetroot red out of embarrassment: They had won. Felix chuckled before he realized he wasn't stopping, and his pupils contracted considerably when he found out that he was hurtling towards a large hedge.
"Felix!" Ben shouted as his friend crashed into the dark green hedge, snapping twigs and setting leaves flying. He ran toward the crash site, the whole team quickly following step.
"Felix! Are ya alright?" He asked, panicked. His question was answered by laughing. Granted, pained laughter, but laughter all the same. They looked into the hedge and saw the German, his feet bent doubled over his head like some sort of contortionist as he giggled at the Bostonian, who gave a sigh of relief.
"Th-that was great!" He laughed and held out a hand, and Ben helped him up. Felix was met by the cheers of his team as they crowded around him.
"Well done mate!"
"Fantastic job, son!"
"That was spectacular, monsieur!"
Felix, stood there as all three tried to lift him up when sudden pain shot through his side, causing the German to tumble out of their grasps.
"Felix?" Ben was at his friend's side, "Are you OK?"
"Yeah, Ben, I a-am fine. Just slightly o-overwhelmed at the f-fact that I beat you." Felix said as the American helped him up once more. Felix clutched his side and glanced at Ivan, who looked on worriedly. After all, he was only mortal.
"Felix Klauss, please report to respawn chamber." The Administrator's voice pierced the cheery atmosphere with her almost monotonous tone. Felix looked at Ben, bewildered.
"Don't ya worry," he chuckled, "You're going to be recognized by respawn. I'll go with you."
They high fived and walked off, away from the now squabbling team. Felix looked at Ivan once more, who smiled warmly at him. After all, he was just mortal.