okay, trying to make a story I don't utterly fail at. (as in getting 3 pages in then stopping) this is a "day in the life of" kind of fic, with different segments for each of the characters. SCOUT There was just something about this war. Electrical. Like your nerves were filled with lightning and your body's been dunked in ice. It's exciting and scary and all that other crap. Scout waited by the gate, watching the REDs get ready for the fight. He bounced on the balls of his feet. He stretched his legs. He practiced bat swings. No matter what he did, he couldn't be distracted from the voice rasping over the speaker. The old crone was counting slowly down from when the gates would open and he could FIGHT. "Mission begins in sixty seconds...fifty seconds...forty seconds..." Another bolt of electricity shot trough him. He could see the others preparing through the edge of his sight. The fatty whispering to the freaking CANNON he carries. Spy disappearing and reappearing every few seconds. Soldier straighter than a ruler, a creepy grin on his face. Christ, Scout thought. he loves this more than anyone "Twenty seconds... Ten seconds... Five... Four... Three..." Before the gates were even fully open, Scout was barreling out. He zoomed around the dusty forts, not really caring what direction he was going. A RED sentry beeped to life as he whirled past, but his pace was too fast for the turrets to keep up. He didn't even try to take it out. Slowing down was for suckers. Today he would be and unstoppable force. Today, he was free. As soon as he was in an open stretch, he pushed to full speed. And Brother, that was the best. Scout felt like he was more flying than running. He could feel his heart hammering. The in and out of his lungs. A fierce laugh erupted from him, from somewhere deep in his core. This was what he lived for. Hell, this was what he was freakin' made for. He laughed again as an enemy Pyro tried sneaking up on him. Easily jumping from ground to rooftop, he hollered behind him "Gonna hafta do better than that, Chucklenuts!" the RED Soldier finally did make Scout slow. Or, more appropriately, one of his rockets did. Before Scout could react, the rooftop in front of him exploded. "The FUCK?!" he shouted, trying to skitter out of the way. He was too late. Another rocket exploded at his feet, throwing him a good thirty feet before he was smashed against the wall of a building with a loud crack. He crumpled to the ground, dizzy with pain. Which, considering the sight his eyes met when they finally traveled downward, was not a surprise. A scream filled Scouts throat. "MEDIC! MEDIC! Where the fuck ARE YOU!" He was so freaking happy when the blue coated man finally did show up that he almost started to cry. Almost. Medic didn't seem to share his young teammate's joy. "Vot?" he demanded irritably. "Vot are you screaming so loud about?" "It...It's my leg, doc. I think it's broken." Medic examined the bloody mess of skin and broken bone below Scouts knee. "Broken? My dear boy, your leg is MANGLED." "Yeah, whatevah. Can you fix it?" Scout noticed Medic didn't have his Medigun with him. "But dear boy," Medic smiled slowly. "You haf much bigger things to vorry about." he reached into his pocket and pulled out... a knife. wait. Docs didn't carry knives, not the creepy Spy ones anyways. Scout watched in horror as smoke puffed around who he thought was his teammate. when it finally cleared, he found himself staring at the very different smirking face of the RED spy. "Aw fuck." he whispered. "I concur." the Spy nodded solemnly before plunging the blade into Scout's heart.
Its very short but I love where this is going!~ :)