I raced out of the open doors. Sweat began to form on my face. I looked around. My pals, Heavy, Sniper, Spy, and Engineer were all there. Wait. Hello there. My name is Scout and I'm ready to capture the control points and take over THE WORLD! Wait never mind... that's Spy's job. I then called for medic. "MEDIC!" Medic came rushing over and started to heal me. His uber built up. Then as swift as the wind, us, the BLU team, started to set-up. Engineer built his sentries while Demo placed his sticky bombs. I scanned the perimeter and saw the RED team charging. "INCOMING!", I screamed. Sniper scoped in and we were all set. Pyro, with his Backburner, charged at them. With Medic close behind, he was able to set them all on fire. But then, as Pyro turned his back.... someone uncloaked. The RED spy behind him grinned. He raised his Eternal Reward and... "NO!" I choked. He plunged his knife into Pyro's back and then, as fast as it happened, he crumpled to the ground. Rage and anger boiled up inside me. Fire burned in my eyes. I raced towards the spy and shot him dead with my Shortstop. I raced to the whole RED team, killing them all... one by one. (With some help from my fellow BLU team). Then, within five minutes, the RED team was no more. Completely forgetting about the control points, I raced to Pyro. With my unknown strength, I picked em up and brought em back to the base. I gently placed him on the table. Tears slid down my face, streaming down and silently crashing on the floor. I placed my hand on his heart. Only the slight thump of a heart. "MEDIC!!!" I screamed. Medic came rushing to my side. "HELP HIM". I crumpled to the ground. "Help him, please." I had cried. Medic just stood there shaking his head with a tired, defenseless frown. "I'm sorry", Medic had whispered. "I'm so, so sorry". Tears crashed from my face. I fell on top of Pyro. My arms wrapped around him. "Don't go. I need you", I half cried, half whispered. I wrapped my arms tightly across his plush body. He said something. But I couldn't understand. I looked up at his face. Well... mask. And then, in front of me, a single tear rolled down his face. With all of his remaining power, he brought his arms up... and hugged me. I buried my face into him. I cried and cried and cried. Then, his arms, oh those beautiful arms, went slack. They fell, hanging off either side of the table. I screamed. I screamed so loud Heavy's grandma in Russia could hear me. I smashed everything I could: the wall, the chairs... even Soldier's bread. Then in fear of what I had done, I crumpled to the ground. I lay there, sobbing. When I looked up, I saw everyone looking at me. With sad faces. Soldier, Spy, Medic, Sniper, Heavy, Demoman, Engineer. Yes, everyone. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw someone uncloak. "If it will go down this way" I said exhausted, "then so be it". I slowly stood up, turned around, and felt a strong pain in my back. I fell. But it was always going to happen. One way.. or another.
