Alriiiighty.

I'm not even sure what the pairing is going to be for this shit, but whatever.

There is a girl in this fiction. Nobody(BLUs or REDs) will know until a while.

You have been forewarned.

Language, Alcohol, gore, death, etc. Maybe drug use. I have no idea yet.

Begin!

She knew wasn't her fault, honestly.

Who wouldn't have gotten on the wrong bus when the bus schedule clearly stated 3:00? The bus was sitting there, quiet as could be. People were jumping on, and she had assumed she would be late. She let out a breath, running a hand through her short hair, pulling on her baseball cap tightly. She wore her usual summer clothes, a pair of running shorts, a baggy purple t-shirt. If you really wanted to know the details, she wore a sports bra underneath (being an A-cup didn't really make her have anything to show off), but otherwise she wasn't too worried about her garments, under or over.

It was in the summer, or at least starting, in May. She had just been taking a semester off in college, and she had accepted an offer for a counseling job over in some summer camping area near the west. She had accepted, having prior jobs with such positions. The bus schedule she had been given clearly stated her bus was to arrive at 3:00.

And there it was.

The reason she wanted to go to a summer camp was just to get away from home. Her mother had been bugging her to get out of the house ("But not near any stores, mind you!") and go do something that would pay. Her friends either not talking to her or in jail didn't help that she didn't have anyone to hang out with. Her old job was a bore, staying in a library was as dull as it gets, wasn't exactly exciting. So, she was pleasantly surprised that she had been offered a job as a counselor. Luckily it wasn't a gooey-nice sort of councilor you got in high school, so she accepted it.

So she pulled her backpack back on, as it had been slipping down her shoulder, annoying the hell out of her. Taking a deep breath, she got in line, and finally stepped inside the bus. She hadn't realized that it was so big, and carried so many people. The first she saw was a very, very large teenager, or man. It was hard to tell. It was also hard to tell whether or not he was overweight or just so over-muscular his skin was ready to burst. Beside the hulking figure was a small man, not exactly dainty, but definitely smaller than the man-balloon. She slid away from them. She noticed much older men than teenagers, which she would have expected, considering this was summer camp. Some guy who appeared to have a soup bowl on his head, barking madly at a man wearing a yellow construction hat, who seemed to ignore him, strumming on his guitar. Behind them was a man in an eye-patch, snorting, and she could taste something foul in the air. She raised her brows, wondering if she should report the man to the bus driver, but decided to let it go. Might as well not start picking fights, y'know?

What was really strange is that there were so many older men. Was this right? She knew that this camp was big, like, high school big; it said so on the paper she had accepted. So… maybe teachers and other councilors? Cooks, stuff like that? She supposed this was what she had to assume.

She finally settled on sitting next to a teenage boy, or what he appeared to be, wearing a blue t-shirt and trousers. He looked like some blast-of-the-past kid, his hair all smoothed back, a secret chain under his shirt that he thought no one could see. She muffled a smile, her lips twitching with effort as she settled in. She noted that she was the only one in the bus wearing purple. And, in fact, it was drawing attention to her. The men in blue glance at her suspiciously, from her shirt to her face, then to her eyes, as if trying to see if she were a threat. The men in red were also staring, but not as frequent. They appeared not to see her as a threat.

Finally, when the last man got on board the bus began to move. She was surprised at the man's appearance; he was wearing blue ski-mask of sorts and a similar blue suit and tie, appearing to be in a sort of pin-stripe fashion. He was also smoking, the scent wafting towards her nose, causing her to cough despite her attempts not to. The man in the mask glanced at her, a smirk on his lips.

'Dick,' She thought to herself, sticking out her jaw in attempts at looking impressive while he passed. 'Maybe some people don't like sucking in cancer.'

She yawned; smacking her lips audibly before turning to the boy she sat with.

"So, this yer' first time?" She asked, her voice not exactly giving away any femininity. Her voice was more or less deeper than most girls she had been friends with, perhaps living with her father for such an amount of time did that, she had no idea. The boy stared at her a moment, studying her face and glancing at her shirt before giving her a small smile.

"Nah, I've been there a few times. Lucky, really. My Ma really wanted me to stay home, too." He seemed to puff out his chest, "But I told her that a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. "

She managed not to roll her eyes. She noticed, however, that the teen had a Bostonian accent, so she deduced he was most likely from somewhere around New York.

"Yer' not from around here, are yah?" She asked a slightly amused smile on her face.

"Naah, I come from Massachusetts. Waitaminute, which state is this again?" He frowned, rubbing his chin.

"Yer' in Kansas; how in the hell do you not know where you are?" She frowned, feeling the bus go over a couple of bumps. The teen frowned, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Well, I've been on this bus awhile when they began pickin' people up. I guess I just lost track of the time. Slept most of the way." The teenager replied. She decided to take this normally as possible. This was probably normal, really. She just never heard a kid not knowing where he was on a bus.

"Sooo…" She began after a moment of silence, "Are you excited to go over there?"

"Are you kiddin'? This job is awesome!" He exclaimed, gathering a bit of attention, which was almost lost immediately. "I can't wait to go over there and start!"

She was amused by his excitement for the camp. Maybe she could be friends with this kid, maybe. He looked like a nice guy, more or less, but not the type she would date. Maybe a buddy or something. She hoped that she'd get paired up with someone friendly like him when they were looking over the kids.

She maintained a quiet presence most of the ride, when the bus finally stopped a moment. A few of the red and blue people stood, peering to the window with a kind of child-like curiosity. Suddenly, a woman with black hair up in a tight curl stepped onto the bus, in a purple business dress, similar purple glasses on her nose. She held a clipboard in her hand, scribbling away as she scurried down the hall. The strange woman's eyes suddenly focused on her, and she felt a little bit afraid. But it was soon extinguished. Why would she be afraid?

"Excuse me, but I do not believe you are in the correct color." She stated calmly, peering towards her, "You should be wearing red or blue, not purple. That is only for me and the Announcer."

She felt confused. Why would it matter which color shirt she wore? She shook her head, "Fine, I'll change when we get there." She sighed, tapping her foot, daring the woman to say anything to provoke her. The strange woman stared a moment before curtly nodding, stepping back to the front, sitting down in a seat she had not noticed was unoccupied.

"Y'know who that is? That's Miss Pauling." Said the teen, practically drooling. She rolled her eyes, maintaining the urge to flick him on the nose when the bus hit another bump. She heard the drunk man groan, calling for mercy. Apparently, the bus driver took this as a complaint of nausea, and reluctantly stopped at what could only be called the most disgusting restrooms ever. They were filed out of the bus, and were told to use the restroom. Unluckily for the drunken man, he simply rolled into the ditch at the side of the road and began to dry heave. The others stepped over him without giving him a second thought, and decided it was for the best. She certainly couldn't do anything.

Despite the slight pushing of her bladder, she didn't feel the need to touch the handle of the restroom's door. She made a disgusted face, grinding her teeth as she cringed. Stepping away from the door, she was surprised to accidently bump into something alive.

"Woah, sorry there." She apologized, spinning around to see the man in the suit. He smirked slyly, gesturing with a hand that it was no big deal. She let out a small breath, and decided to allow the strange man to stand beside her.

"I was wondering why you were wearing purple," Began the man, who took a long pull of his cigarette, breathing it out slowly, the scent wafting towards her nose. "Could you be confused?" His voice was a purr, expecting a confused reply.

"No! I just simply didn't have any clean shirts today, other than this one." She sniffed, taking a step away from the man. He laughed a little, and she finally noticed that strong French accent. So they were getting people out of country? That's kind of cool.

"What're you doin' out in the states, Frenchy?" She asked coolly, deciding not to cough when the smoke blew near her nose. The Frenchman laughed a stereotypical "Hon hon hon!" sort of way.

"My good boy, I am the Spy." He snorted, "Just one of the few, I might add. It seems you haven't gotten the memo yet." He laughed, having the gull to pat her shoulder. So they thought she was a boy, eh? Well, that didn't bother her. What did bother her was that she hadn't gotten 'the Memo'. What in the hell was that? But before she could ask, the bus driver honked the horn, and the men suddenly ran out of the restroom at lightning speed. It seemed the balloon-man, however, got trapped in the door with the man with the soup-hat. She snorted as they cursed and insulted one another, but it was eventually resolved when the man with the goggles kicked them out of the door way, smirking all the while. The goggled-man stepped over the two, going over to the ditch and helping the drunken half-asleep man in the ditch onto the bus. Eventually everyone piled back in, and they made their way to… wherever the hell.

What did you think of this first chapter?

Don't worry, our mystery woman will be revealed.

TBC!