"So anyway, I just, y'know, shot that freakin' moron right in his stupid face, I mean, he didn't even know who I was, right? He probably mixed me with someone else or something, I don't know, but seriously, he was like, BAM! Dead! I got the Intelligence and…"

Sniper sighed. It was difficult to concentrate when Scout kept talking and disturbing him. He moved a bit on the crate he was sitting on. His gun was pointing out of the window, ready to shoot whoever passed. He'd climbed the old wooden tower facing the BLU base, which gave him an excellent view over the bridge. And a perfect place to blast away some heads. The only thing was: how had Scout found him? Could they see him from the ground? If they could, it could easily turn into a big problem, if he didn't move.

"So," Sniper said, not really wanting to talk with this annoying kid, but he needed to find out. "How did you find me, anyway?" He didn't turn around, it was important to focus on the bridge.

"I just watched you from the start, and it ain't that hard gettin' up here. I could just jump up there and grab the ledge, you know, I was one of the best jumpers at school, in fact, I was the best at almost everything, I'm just so freakin' awesome, right?"

He did what? That's just… creepy.

"You did what? Why?"

He noticed something red and quickly moved his scope so the owner of the red gloves' head was in the middle of it.

BAM!

A headless Medic fell to the ground. Sniper laughed lowly when he heard the RED Heavy's desperate call for the dead Medic. A moment later, the big guy fell headless to the ground next to his beloved Medic.

Sniper felt Scout's presence as the boy in the blue shirt sat down next to him. Why couldn't this annoying kid leave him alone? He tried to ignore the Bostonian's arm, which was barely touching his arm.

"Well," Scout said, "I thought you seemed like a cool guy. Like, all the others are so freakin' lame! Seriously, you're the only one who even listens when I speak, the others are all 'nah, screw you, man', but you never leave when I talk with you."

"That's mainly because I'm not supposed to run around like a bloody idiot like everybody else," Sniper mumbled, just as loud as Scout could hear him.

"Yo, there's no need to be rude."

"Then shut up, and let me concentrate."

"Sure, no problem, I can be really quiet. Like a mouse. I actually kind of like mice, I don't really get it, why does everybody think they're so gross? I mean, they're just small furry balls who run around, minding their own business, until someone comes and gets all 'oh my god is that a mouse' and-"

"Which part of shut up was it that you didn't understand?" Sniper asked grumpily, just as something red flashed over his scope. "Great. I lost one."

"Jeez, man. You're so boring."

"Then why are you still here?" Sniper was starting to get a bit angry at this point, causing the question to be a bit harsher than intended.

"I don't really know, man." Scout's voice was sad. "I'm just tired of gettin' pushed around all the time. 'Scout, go get the intelligence', 'Scout, go capture that point', 'Scout, do this', 'Scout, do that'. It's just so… freakin' annoying! But you're not like that. I've never heard you command anybody around, not even me. So I guess I just thought I could stay with you today."

Sniper didn't respond to this, making them both sit in silence. It was weird, knowing Scout was there, and it being silent at the same time. He glanced quickly at him. Scout was studying an empty can of Bonk! Atomic Punch. The angriness from earlier was still there, but not as much as it used to be.

That was until Scout's head fell down on Sniper's shoulder, as the boy fell asleep. Sniper started a couple of inches to away from him, unaware of the coffee cup he had placed in the window earlier. His gun hit it, causing it to fall down, and spilling hot coffee all over him.

He'd been in a horrible mood all day, but this was the thing that made it boil over. Cold anger floated in his blood. He needed to get it out, and Scout was the only one around. In a fog of rage and madness, he did something he'd regret for a long time.

One moment, he was pushing Scout away.

The next moment, Scout was on the opposite end of the room, shaking with fear and shock. Sniper was holding his Kukri in his right hand. There was blood on the tip. Scout's blood.

The Kukri slipped out of Sniper's hand as he noticed the big cut on Scout's left cheek. The boy had probably managed to sidestep the slash of the big knife, or he would've been dead by now.

"Wha-what the Hell, man?" Scout's voice was shaky. His terrified and hurt look pierced through Sniper's feelings.

"I'm sorry, mate, I don't know wha-"

"You're sorry?!" Scout was almost yelling at this point. He touched his cheek with his right hand. "I'm frickin' bleeding!"

That was true. He was bleeding. Bleeding a lot. Sniper had no idea what he should do, as he usually didn't care when he hurt people, but for some reason, he felt extremely guilty for this. He took a step towards Scout, wanting to wipe the blood of his face.

"G-get away from me!" Scout stepped backwards. Sniper could see his eyes getting watery.

"Listen, kid, I'm sorry. I don't know what went over me, a'ight?" Sniper had no idea what he should be saying, as he'd never been in a situation like this before.

"All right? Yeah! It's totally fine," Scout screamed hysterically. "Except for the fact that you almost killed me!"He took yet another step backwards.

"Here, let me jus' wipe the blood of your face," Sniper said. The cut was pretty wide, at least one and a half inches long, bleeding a lot at this point.

"You-you stay away from me." Scout stepped backwards again. One step too much. Sniper leaped forwards to grab him, but it was too late.

"Scout!"

Scout was falling towards the ground, and there was nothing Sniper could do to stop it.

Nothing at all.