Sitting on the end of the chair in a position that would leave him falling to the ground if his tiny legs weren't propping him up, by jamming themselves in the back of the folding chair nailed to the floor in front of the large baseball stadium.
With a huge grin he saw his hero walk up to bat, the crowd was screaming with joy.
The man pulled the bat back and stood sideways hoisting it over his shoulder, the baseball player knew he had thousands of fans' out there cheering for him.
Danny pushed himself higher into the air to get a better view of the entire field and what was going on around him on this gorgeous day. There were children on their fathers shoulders watching the game holding up foam fingers and routing for their team.
That's when his eyes fixed on a boy and his father they were both grinning wildly.
Where was his father?
Looking around the seat he was in, he just noticed a few tall men in trench coats and dark bowler hat's.
Not his father for sure
As the boys eyes worked on finding his father threw the gigantic stadium that's when he heard it-
CRACK!
When he turned it was to late- the crowd erupted in roaring cheers like banging symbols in the boys ears.
He missed it! He missed the hit!
While the rest of the jam packed stadium heard it, saw it, felt the loud crack of the freshly opened baseball boom like rockets in there chest, he missed it all!
now all the happiness he had felt only but a few moments ago was washed away in self pity and utter shock.
Staring open mouthed, he could not believe what he had just done.
He had been there (it had been his dream to see them play); and screwed it all to look for his father.
It probably was great.
And I missed it. he thought.
All he ever wanted to do was be there, see it happen, see his hero's home run.
Putting his tiny hands on his face for a moment to sob he knew he wouldn't have anymore chances to see this happen.
He lost that chance when he looked away for the few seconds he did.
He sobbed for a few moments before he finally looked up...
Hey... where is everyone?
The stadium and all of the seats that once had children and men cheering for the amazing team was now dead empty.
The boy sniffled a little.
But as soon as he looked to the side he saw the men in bowler hats and trench coats siting there in the same position. They where the only ones left.
"s-sir? Where did everyone go?" The young scout asked the tall man hesitantly.
He didn't answer.
The Boy looked back to the deserted field, they where all there before.
Just then one of the men put there hand on to Danny's arm making the boy quickly look in his direction.
"Wh-" the scout was about to speak when the man slowly put his pointer finger up to his lips and whispered nothing but, "Shhhhhhh."
everything was silent. The sky's depressing gray color was unsettling.
The man said nothing,
was it just him?
Because it almost felt as if he-
"Kid, wake up."
"Wake up."
Scout opened his eyes and saw two male figures in front of him, blurred slightly. he had a splitting headache and everything around him seemed to be spinning. He felt the need to barf allover one of them- not because he wanted to, but because he felt sicker then a Llama, with the flu, on crack.
He groaned and attempted to clear his vision as one of the men said,
"see just a bad dream."
and the other answered with,
"for all we know he could have been being strangled by the spy. You know he doesn't want him here."
The Scout tried to get things straight- wait no one in his base sounded like that, he must be in RED.
"ah ah-ah don't forget they share a bond." that man might have been a sniper. He had a bit of Australian in his accent.
"Bond?" the other one he was unsure; he just sounded American.
"We can talk about this later." as the two men agreed on something, the scout was still busy trying to fix his focus.
"deal for deal, bro."
"deal fa' deal." the two men fist-bumped.
"hope he adapts well."
Hey guyowz! sorry for this derpy chapter! 9 will be better :3