P.U.R.P.L.E.
Chapter 2 – Do you have any idea who I am?
"Seriously, do you even know what you're talkin' about? Do have any Idea who I am?" Scout had a man who he heard talking about the incident with the ball against a wall, interrogating him with his… charming personality. You know, I'm kind of a big deal; I'm Scout, k? Remember it. Now where, did you, see that French lady, go?" The man shakily pointed in a direction, hoping that the angry youth wouldn't hit him anyways. Scout however, lowered his bat and took off in the direction identified.
Around the corner, coming out a coffee shop was… himself? No, no really, it was EXACTLY like him, only thing was this self was wearing red. Scout never wore red he always wore purple; the color red reminded him too much of what he liked to see on other people. So the conclusion he came too after seeing the woman earlier go invisible, was that she could also disguise herself.
"Mangy thief, Give my damn ball back!" He raised his bat and charged forward, but stopped quickly, for he found himself at the point of a gun, a pistol to be precise. The clone of him had expressionless eyes as he looked down his gun at the real thing. But seeing that Scout was no longer a threat, Red Scout put his gun away and took off, just as fast as he could go. "See ya in Texas, fool!"
Scout sat down on the curb, "Freakin' unbelievable, I don't even know who I am any more, what gives?" A truck rolled in front of the flustered scout, in side was what looked like a construction worker wearing a blue shirt under his overalls. "I saw what that punk did to 'ya boy, need a ride somewhere?
Scout thought about it, "That depends, goin' to where your accents from any time soon buddy?" The man nodded, "That I am son, goin' back to Texas as soon as I can, should be a long ride from here, but with your company it shouldn't be too bad." Scout got up and into the truck in a matter of seconds, "Sweet! Let's get goin' then."
The kind stranger nodded, "Alright then," and kick started his truck, barreling down the road to an old repair shop. Scout piped up, "What your ride needs some repairs or somethin'?" The stranger grinned, "Somethin' like that yeah. Just follow me." Scout was confused to say the least; they had driven not five minutes before this stop interrupted. Scout thought to himself, 'This sucks!' but curiosity replaced his negative thoughts a moment later when he heard a strange whirring. "Yo engineer (just calling him what he sees, and he sees an engineer type worker) what the crap is makin' that noise. I've never heard anything like it." Engie kept on leading him, "Hold yer horses you'll see."
Around the corner, giving of the sound and a strange blue light was… a spinning disk?
