What a Lil' Prank Led To

Chapter 9: It All Went Downhill

"You see why I was doing this now?" Spy explained annoyedly, a cigarette in his hand. He had done his best to explain his actions, but Scout just wasn't buying it. His son denied all the things he was saying, and Spy was wondering just what was going on in Scout's head. This was the angriest he'd even seen Scout. It was almost scary.

"I do not think that is a valid excuse for what you did," Medic spoke, glancing over to Spy. "What you did was far too invasive. Can you really blame him for not wanting to talk to you?"

"What doktor said. Spy, I heard you say many... what's the word... unpleasant things to Scout."

"Exactly. You're misunderstanding things, Spy. It's not like that." Sniper stated, holding a fuming Scout back from releasing his anger onto his father. He was worried. Today was going so well for all of them until Spy had butted in. Scout, especially, was the person he was most concerned about; he had never seen him this angry. His eyes widened as Scout tried to lunge at Spy. "Ahaha... Snipes, let me go. I have to deal with this bastard on my own." The runner snapped, laughing. It wasn't the usual cheerful laugh from him, however–His voice didn't have a single hint of happiness, or any positive emotion. Scout was filled with pure, unadulterated anger. "I'm fucking done with all of your bullshit! I'm done tolerating it. I'm DONE." He yelled, his voice shaky and filled with rage.

"Scout..." Heavy mumbled, feeling uneasy. He, Medic and Sniper desperately wanted to stop the heated argument going on between the son and father, but much to their chagrin, nothing they said stopped the two. Attempts to calm Scout down were futile, and even Spy was getting tired of the man's constant state of rage. They were causing a scene, and bystanders were murmuring, wondering what could possibly be going on between the two.

Spy wasn't sure what to do or what to say. He was completely lost listening to all of his son's remarks, and it pained him to hear everything Scout had been saying. Staring in worry at Scout's hostile glare, he backed off from Scout. "Look. I am sorry."

"You think sorry is enough?" He cackled, his tone mocking. "YOU THINK AFTER ALL THE INVASIVE THINGS YOU DID, SORRY IS ENOUGH?" Scout boomed, his voice cracking as he began losing the ability to yell. Despite the pain in his vocal cords, he continued to go on. He was totally blind with rage, even the worried bystanders didn't affect him. All he wanted was to teach Spy a lesson he wouldn't forget. "DO YOU?"

"I know it isn't. I really am. Despite how the things I did seem bad, I did them all with good intentions, that is a promise." Spy sighed, backing off from the furious man nervously. "Do you think I freakin' trust you after all that shit you pulled?" Scout snarled, finding it hilarious how Spy thought he'd talk to him about anything after what he'd done. The runner had no plans to reconnect with Spy, nor forgive him. Ever.

"Maybe I'd actually talk to ya if you didn't always tell me to fuck off!" He hissed, recalling all the times Spy had pushed him away. Unlike Spy, he had actually made an attempt to reconnect with him before, but he wasn't cooperating. But now, he expected Scout to just forgive him, not only that but also trust him? That made Scout laugh.

Before Spy could react, the rage-blinded runner lunged at Spy, throwing his fist at the man with all the pent-up power he had. Spy placed his hand to his jaw and realised there was a trail of blood dripping down his suit.

"You–"

Scout didn't stop there, however; he punched Spy with all his might until his knuckles began stinging from pain. Spy had already passed out before his son could continue assaulting him. Bystanders as well as Medic, Heavy, Sniper, and even Soldier, Demoman and Pyro who came due to all the commotion, watched in horror as they watched Scout stare intensely at the frozen body of Spy's. "Oh, Scheiße..." The doctor rushed over to Spy, watching his chest rise and fall. "Scout, get off of Spy." Sniper said, sternly, but not approaching out of caution. As Scout looked into Sniper's warm yet worried gaze, his anger began to calm down. He slowly stood up, staring at his bloodied fists. Oh...