A Metal Bat and Fast Reflexes

By ColonelCrawfish

Ok, this one will be different than the prologue. This will be written in third person, unlike the previous chapter. This turned out a bit more dramatic and psychological than I expected, but bare with me. Here we go, enjoy it, love it, have sex with it and let it fall asleep in your arms, it's the first chapter. xU

"GOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING AMERICA! It's August 22, at 6:30 a.m.! Today's forecast will be-"

"Nghhhh………….Damn it….."

Scout was awakened by the overly enthusiastic voice of an annoying morning show host. The sound of the clock's broadcast seemed to be blasting into his bunk. He let out as small groan as he shifted his body closer to his desk beside him, and slammed his hand down on top of the clock, immediately bringing silence back to the room. Once his eyes adjusted to the light streaming through the windows, he looked around the room to see the other two triple-decker bunk beds on the side walls of the roomy barracks. In the silence he heard the small grumbles and the ridged shifting of his other team mates, for they too wished to sleep a tad bit longer.

"I see someone's still having sweet dreams." Spy scoffed from the bunk to the left of Scout. On the bottom bunk directly to Scouts right he saw the rise and fall of the Heavy's large bulky body. Heavy's loud rumbling snores rang through the room. Sniper grunted. "Someone wake sleepy head up, I'm sure as hell not going to."

"Huddah huhh."

The Pryo leapt down from the topmost bunk above Scout, clad in only boxers and a gas mask. Pyro walked over to the Defense bunk and tapped Heavy on the head.

"Mrph."

Only more snores…

"Mrph......"

Nothing…

"Mrph!!"

Still nothing. Pyro was practically punching Heavy in the head at this point. Soldier, in the bunk above Scout, began to chuckle.

"MRPH HUDDAH HUDDAH HUHH!!"

"DAAHHH! WHAT TINY BABY WAKES HEAVY?!" The Heavy finally awoke, with a roar. Scout cleared his throat. "Yo chucklenuts, it's time to get up." "Oh, yes." Heavy murmured. One by one, everyone got up and went to their respectable bathroom to get ready. Each class had their own personal bathroom to go to, to get away from everybody and to relax with the small amount of time they could get. Scout threw the covers from his body, and made his way towards his little slice of privacy. Scout closed his door behind him and glanced at the walls of the cramped quarters. They were littered with tacked up pictures of his mother and many brothers. Scout paused at a picture of his eldest brother, then a teenager, a laugh etched on his face, helping a young Scout to hold a baseball bat twice his size. Scout couldn't suppress a grin. Scout chuckled. "Derrick you bastard…"

Scout looked at himself in the mirror, and the his smile slowly faded. He had grown up a lot since then. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Three years ago, when he had taken the job for Reliable Excavation Demolition, he had no idea that he would be fighting for his life on a daily basis. A small part of him missed the streets of Boston. He missed playing ball with his brothers, eating T.V dinners with his family, the quick peck on the cheek from his mother when he was off to school…..That seemed so long ago…Then, he didn't have to worry about stickies on the doorframe, or sentries around the corner. Life was a lot easier then. And yet……

Another part of him began to gain a taste for killing. A taste for blood. And this scared him. Scout had actually begun to enjoy killing. When he would get a kill, a smile would spring on his face and he would taunt his dead victim. Was this normal? Was it okay for him to be feeling like this? Was he going crazy? Was he going to die before he could see his family again? Scout grimaced and turned the faucet on the sink. He splashed his face with the slightly dirty water emitting from the spicket, and dressed in silence.

Scout emerged from the room, hands wrapped in gauze, and his lucky cap atop his head. It appeared Engie had fallen back to wait for him.

"You're gonna be late for briefin', boy." Engie chuckled. "Well thanks for hangin back Engie, yurra pal." Scout said with a toothy grin. Engie's smile turned to a look of distress.

"We gotta big mission aheadda' us, son." Engie said with a grim face.

Scout frowned.

"Heads are gonna roll."

HOW WAS IT FOLKS? Was it as sexy as I said it was gonna be? I realize this one is kinda short, but I had to start with something. Yup! THIS AINT NO ONE SHOT PEOPLE. You guessed right, my first story in the batch will be a multi-parter! Stay tuned! Fave, review, go crazy! ColonelCrawfish signing out! DISMISSED!