A/N: Today's weapon is my favorite Scout melee weapon, the Sandman! I have already decided that the next weapon will be either the Soldier's Gunboats or Mantreads, so if you prefer one to the other, be sure to voice your opinion in the reviews!
The Scout stepped out of respawn, his head still throbbing from the spot the Pyro's Lollichop had smashed his skull and probably most of his brains. Tossing his own candy-themed weapon back in his locker, Scout's eyes caught his old baseball bat, a gift from his ma before he left for the war. Without a second thought, he drew out the Sandman and its baseball before charging back into the heat of the battle.
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With the crack of the bat, I flew through the air, colliding solidly with an invisible face that reeled back in shock, dropping its knife and becoming visible. A second crushing blow with the wooden stick sent the tall, red suited man toppling down onto his back, and a third sent him to respawn. After the boy finished gloating over the dead body, he quickly snatched me back upand continued on his mission.
Sheathed once again in the kid's bag, I was left with nothing but the exciting (in my opinion) sounds of fighting outside. Gunshots echoed through the wooden walls of the RED base, the hum of machines and beeping of sentries providing an ambience of sorts. Although the bag was rather dark, it took no time at all to know where the kid was headed. His quick, light footsteps abruptly changing from crunching through gravel to industrial concrete. The hum of machinery and beeping of sentries overtook the gunshots, making it blatantly obvious the kid was set on stealing the briefcase that seemed to drive the battles. Honestly, I couldn't guess what was contained within those all-important briefcases, but it was enough for many men to die over and over again.
I was jerked from my observations to be launched through the air, again landing square on a shorter, overall-wearing man, who was then filled with lead from the kid's gun. Then he continued, completely forgetting to pick me back up, and grabbed the Intelligence. Again passing by me, he ran straight up the stairwell and out into the base.
I couldn't believe it. I refused to believe it. He left me. Left me there on the floor next to a dead man, in the noisy basement of a base on a godforsaken gravel pit. I'm not sure how long I laid there, but eventually another boy, who somewhat resembled the kid who left me, came walking by. He noticed me, and picked me up, stashing me in his bag. Nowadays, I work with this new boy. Every time, he is sure to pick me up, even once getting himself killed to be sure he had his ball.
A/N: Hopefully that was pretty good. Until next time, see ya!