(Reverence 4, 59 / 12:53PM)

  (Christian, Pacifica, Chris)

  Bullets rained down on the turquoise-colored hair woman. Her bleach shield swallowed whatever hot lead it got pierced with, and the metal disintegrated, allowing more metal to join in on the bleach’s dinner.

  With her right hand, she continued to wield her javelin, while her teeth clenched deep into her enamels. The bullets ceased its rain, she thrusted her right arm back, allowing the air to cultivate her throw to the max.

  Letting the javelin fly, the only one in the way was a man with a cowlick.

  (Christian’s thoughts) Shit!

  Dodging to the right, he smmed the right side of his body into the metallic pavement. Hissing out from his parched lips, his neck muscles sore and cramped from the forceful sm.

  But next to him, the javelin that targeted his original position soon exploded.

  Spreading chemicals from every direction, some of it drenched down on his thin brown jacket, causing it to make a couple of pink botches. Both of his teeth clenched harshly, sparks jingled between Christian’s rubbing jaws.

  (Christian’s thoughts) I freaking hate throwing javelins!

  Forming yet another javelin on her right palm, she wielded it with one hand before walking slowly to the metal crate. Tilting her head to the right, her yellowish smile simmered in the sun's rays, letting the dry air contribute to her cigarette and alcohol breath.

  Twirling the javelin with her two fingers, the crevices of her lips churned downward, letting her face create a cold frown.

  (Vivy) Come out now, coward!

  Christian noticed the mechanism of his trigger making a clicking noise.

  Hearing the tinted noise with his ears, his grip on the gun only tightened, allowing his fingernails to scrape off the harsh metal. Plunging his right hand inside his outdoor jacket, he scurried the cotton and fabric as his nails glistened with it.

  Pulling out a box of rifle cartridges, he opened the box up to allow the cold metal to drop on the floor. Picking them up one by one, a small hollow of sweat shivered down his cheek, the soup air and wet sun only scorching him from the boot-up.

  Until a shadow appeared in the back of him, blocking the sun.

  (Vivy) You pig.

  Unable to put even a single bullet in the chamber, Christian crawled back with the barrel of his gun pointed at the woman. Seeing that many of his bullets were clutched in his hand, Vivy pulled back her right arm, raising it high for the desert sun to sparkle the ugly liquid.

  Lunging her foot back, her frown was still pstered on her face, leading Christian to drop his hand that clutched his bullets.

  (Vivy) And you’ll die like one too.

  A gunshot was heard.

  Both of them widening their eyes, Vivy turned to gnce in back of her, while her bleach-filled javelin cmped down onto the metallic floor. Seeing a light-brown-haired teen wielding a Mauser pistol, his finger was already on the trigger, with a plume of smoke slowly trailing up from the barrel.

  Putting both of her hands onto her lower back, her nails squished with a liquid, a liquid that felt the same as ordinary water. But as she pulled her right hand to her face, her entire hand was…

  (Vivy) You… you…

  Blood dripped from both corners of her lips. Crashing her knees onto the floor, she nded nose first onto the dirt-filled metal.

  Christian slowly rose from the ground, while chunking his entire cartridge into the chamber of his thompson. His breathing heavy, his heart pounding on the inside of his ribcage, he used his free hand to wipe away a chunk of sweat from his forehead.

  (Christian) Why—... Thanks…

  Chris softly smiled, all the while pcing his gun back into his holster. Noticing Christian’s soft and timid words, Chris turned his attention to the id-out woman who bled out from her lower back, dirtying the floor with her blood.

  (Chris’s thoughts) No problem.

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  A burly man football charged toward the fleeing middle-aged man.

  His eyes sparkled at a wooden trench gun mere meters away, his right hand extended outward, his sausage-like fingers grasping the wet air that stained his palms. As for the burly, dark-complected man, he bent his knees before his right shoulder barreled straight to the man’s upper back.

  Sending the chubby man flying, he tumbled and rolled like how a tortil was rolled up. Instead of the tortil growing in size, Doug kept his body the same.

  Stopping right next to his trench gun, the top of his head was mere inches from the grip. Thrusting his right hand forward, his rge fingers managed to graze the end of the wood and metal, his finger instantly reaching the trigger.

  (Miles’s thoughts) I don’t think so.

  Just as Doug pointed his trench gun at Miles, Doug’s wrist bent with his bone.

  With Miles’s leather boot lifting from the ground to perform a kickoff, it sent the ball, or rather the trench gun, to fly many meters away from them. Pulling the trigger, the bnk buckshot traversed the soup air, sending the shell many meters high up.

  Holstering out his right sawed-off shotgun, he aimed the barrel right onto Doug’s face, his body towering over the pale-faced man. His finger was on the side of his sawed-off, his pose made it look like a video game character of a certain Western game.

  (Miles) You know how much shit you guys put us through?

  (Doug) Shit? Don’t tell me Fenix has been feeding you that many lies.

  (Miles) I’m not stupid.

  Letting his finger reach the trigger, he kept it there as Doug’s face continued to glow more white. Not sparking a smirk or grin seeth from his lips, Miles tilted up his face while the humidity drench him in a hot sweat.

  His white shirt wrinkled in his water, and his breathing only hardened, allowing him to tremble both of his legs. Seeing this, Doug dry chuckled while crawling an inch backward, letting the back of his head hit the metal crate.

  (Doug) We know all about you guys. Where you’re from, what you like, and what you dislike. I’m surprised a tundra boy like you is still standing in this humidity.

  (Miles) What do you mean you guys know all about us?

  (Doug) We are the Zirardges. We’re the wealthiest family in the world. We have more connections than the stars in the sky.

  Sharp bullets pierced the metal air from within the second train compartment. Ignoring the two fights dueling in there, Miles took two steps forward, having the tip of his boots touching Doug’s turquoise boots.

  Extending his left hand, Miles gripped the top of Doug’s hair, his fingers all sucking deep into his dry turquoise hair that pricked his palms. Lifting the chubby man, his feet dangled in the air, with his boots hitting against his ripped stomach and chest.

  (Miles) Money ain’t going to buy you an extra arm, is it?

  (Doug) Put me down this instant! I demand it!

  (Miles) My role model once told me to always obey my elders, but…

  Letting his arm drop, Doug smmed both of his knees onto the floor of his train, while Miles still kept his grip on his hair. Thrusting his arm back, his entire chubby body went along with it, as his burly yet slim bicep bulged and glistened.

  And like a football, he threw the chubby man right up to the edge of the train.

  (Miles) If they don’t act like one, they don’t deserve the respect of one either.

  His neck leaning on the edge between the floor and the railroad tracks, his short hair flew against the fast-moving wind, with his burly mustache prickling the inside of his nose. Both of his hands cmming down onto the floor to keep his body from falling, he lifted his head.

  But his hand cracked, as a bck leather boot crunched and snapped a few bones of his.

  Pushing up his chubby face, he hissed out a long exhale of pain and stress, showcasing his white teeth to the world. His other hand smming the floor repeatedly, the one that Miles stepped on started to sculpt a purplish color.

  (Doug) Curse you! You can’t kill me by torturing me!

  (Miles) I know you can regenerate, so plowing your head onto the tracks is a no-go.

  Still wielding his sawed-off shotgun, he trailed the double-edged barrel right onto the area of Doug’s heart.

  And in that single instant, Doug’s eyes began to swell up in tears. His entire body went numb, strong heavy pants grew more and more as Miles’s trigger began to press farther and farther.

  (Miles) So a single shot to the heart will—

  (Coach in Miles’ thoughts) Be the best man you can be.

  Miles lowered his shotgun down to his side, his palm deathly gripping the handle as creaks and cracks formed. Looking away toward the fast-moving thick bushes and mango trees that posted screenshots into his brain, he took a step back, while scrunching up his face.

  (Miles’s thoughts) Just what the hell am I doing…?

  A pair of boots and a pair of heels walked behind him.

  The pair of turquoise-colored boots being nothing more than a young man with blonde hair, he had both of his hands inside of his jacket. For the pair of bck heels, a cat-human with brown hair had her hands on her hips, her eyes gazing at the chubby man.

  Standing in the back of Miles, Johnny let his eyes trail the same way as Miles, as he was unable to look at the chubby man.

  (Doug) You both have some expining to do…

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  Inside the second train compartment.

  Dust blustered their knees, along with their blood trailing down to their left thigh. Their mouth open, a small release of CO2 pushed out from their starched throat, their vocals grinding against the mucus yer of their esophagus.

  Their blood swelled up to their mouth, and a gust of red liquid vomited out from their body. Pinning the back of their palms onto the floor, the person looked up to their enemy.

  (Rimy) Y-Y-

  (Jack) Damn that hurt…

  Both bled.

  Rimy sprawled on the ground with her bleeding body, her right shoulder being shot again. Her face grew pale, her eyeballs rolled to the top of her eyelids, and her pupils were on the verge of being enveloped by her upper eyelid.

  All the while she looked at the blurred Jack.

  Noticing a hole shot clean through his left hand, Jack softly let the butt of his sniper drop to the ground, using his right hand to hold his wrist. Clenching both of his teeth, he took a step back.

  (Jack) That hurts … shit, shit, shit that hurts…

  Letting his back hit against the wall, he pced his left hand right onto his chest, letting the blood trail and sweep into his white shirt. Smelling the metal of his liquid, his nostrils scrunched up as the smell molested the inside of his airways.

  Buckling his knees, his shins and calves lost the ability to let him stand regurly, leading him to slowly trail the back wall with his loose jacket. Sitting himself down, he turned to look at the bleeding woman, who continued to cough out a huge summon of blood from her lungs.

  (Jack’s thoughts) Sucks that Hope’s with Luke.

  Gazing at both Sean and Benn who stayed near the vault case, his eyelids slowly descended down to bnket his eyes. His breathing slow, his heart loose, he hunched his head along with his feet spreading far apart.

  As for Benn and Sean, both had their eyes pinned on the newly sleeping Jack, their weapons pointed downward.

  (Sean) He would have shot her anywhere, but he chose the same area.

  (Benn) Jack wouldn’t kill a person unless he had to.

  (Sean) Yeah, never knew that he would be knowledgeable in human anatomy…

  A pair of heels smmed onto the ground in the back of them.

  Turning around, Benn let his eyes widen as a woman with wrinkles and blonde hair stood up from her unconscious slumber. A line of dry drool scarred her right lip, and both of her hands soon extended outward to the shark-human. In the drop of a match, Benn shut his eyes from the world, his finger that had already caressed the metalized trigger soon rained its hellish precipitation onto the woman.

  Lunging to the right, her hands continued to extend out. Since Benn had his eyes shut off, as well as the sound of his bullets vastly overpowering Betty’s footsteps, she pulled back her right hand.

  And formed it into a fist.

  (Betty) Gotcha you sharky!

  Throwing her balled knuckles into his right cheek, his right jaw cracked and spurted out an abundance of blood from his mouth. Walking backward, his firing ceased as soon as he was thrown a punch to his face. Keeping his feet steady, he stood tall while perking his ears up.

  Hearing the gunfire from the third compartment and the first compartment from outside, he dropped his heavy machine gun to the floor. While he raised both of his hands to the height of his shoulders, a batch of blood streamed off from his lip. Her stance was the same as his, she glided back her left foot, sliding off an abundance of dust from the metal floor.

  (Betty) I’m going to make sure you were never born!

  Pushing her feet off of the ground, the air that garnered on the tips of her heels only allowed her to traverse the humid air room. Throwing her right foot, Benn nudged his head to the right, letting her knuckle graze the tip of his short ear.

  Without pulling back his left hand, he plowed it straight into her stomach.

  Sending her straight into the wall of the train, her shoulder bdes that were already cracked hissed off another fracture. Letting her butt sm onto the floor, her knuckles remained dormant on the floor, her eyes unable to lift themselves.

  (Benn) Stay down.

  Both of her feet and legs went numb. Her calves slowly shut down with the rhythm of her body, her eyes cast down onto the ground.

  Her arms surging, bulging, and straining; they couldn’t lift a single finger or muscle to push herself off. Breathing slowly, her heart fading, drool began to lynch off from both crevices of her lips, while her nostrils glistened under the afternoon sun from the high window.

  (Betty’s thoughts) Dougss…

  She remembered a familiar sound not long ago.

  Cshing of gss, the roars of men ughing to their heart's content; her nostrils flinched from the smell of booze that she was accustomed to. With all of this bsting in her head, her lower eyelids began to hold up whatever water she wanted to break free.

  Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Brushing, brushing, brushing.

  Her right hand churned to hold an imaginary piece of cloth. Her hand scrubbing the wood, she imagined that same repeating pattern over and over again. Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning…

  Cleaning.

  Brushing, brushing, brushing…

  Until a chubby man entered that bar.

  Widening her eyes, her whole body felt as if she was struck by lightning. Jumping up with both bottoms of her feet, she hunched her head forward while clenching both of her hands.

  Swaying her body back and forth, her arms and hands were motionless to her thighs, despite her body tightening up tenfold. Her breathing reached the fastest it went, her lungs began to push more and more along her creaking ribcage, causing her chest to palpitate in pain.

  But she remained standing.

  (Betty) I’m not going to sleep in a room with a sharky…

  Instead of lunging forward, she kept her footing still. Watching Benn with death-gring eyes, her scleras turned red just looking at his face, causing her to straighten her back while clearing her throat.

  (Betty) You and you’re kind ain’t got no use at all for this world. Y'all are just an example of how shit your lives can be compared to us.

  Benn’s fingers began to stab the inside of his palms, his jaws clenched tight against one another like a springtrap. His feet putting unneeded force onto the sturdy metal floor beneath him, began to dent amongst his bulky and short body.

  Her right lip slowly pushed up to her ear, her eyes reddened with more strain, leading her to see nothing but red. At a snail’s pace, her eyes widened more and more with every word and sylble that stroked out from her delicate lips.

  (Betty) Peace? Prosperity? Do you think you’re kind could achieve that after all you’ve done to us 30 years ago? Because of a piece of shit shark-human’s crime?

  His face darkened more, with the sun’s rays unable to shine on his lowered head. A couple of his nails cracking with the excess pressure led Betty to spread both her arms out wide, her hands still balled.

  All the while Benn’s body hunched forward, his teeth biting the inside of his cheeks.

  (Betty) I’m gd that scum of a shark-human was served on a cross. A degenerate stain that is rotting in hell for what he did to my husband’s cousin.

  Benn pushed both of his feet off the ground, his bulky body unable to levitate or fly him through the humid air.

  Thrusting back his right hand, his emotionless face sparked both of Betty’s eyes to push up, as she saw blood drenching his palms from his fingernails. Her arms and hands spread out, her balled fists that pointed to his face soon…

  Opened up.

  Her palms facing Benn, his eyes were unable to blink from his victim's rage. As if God had taken his ability to see with the snap of a finger, both of his feet glided through the metal floor with his balled fist releasing from its clutches.

  As she crab-walked to the right, Benn smmed head-first into the metal wall, his nose making first contact with the door. Knocking himself on the ground, he wavered his hands like he was swimming in aerated water, water that he couldn’t float no matter how hard he tried.

  (Betty) And I’m going to make sure that you rot in hell the same way that he did.

  Raising her head, she swished and swirled the vast amount of wet and putrid-smelling saliva that ruminated her mouth. Spitting it out, the abhorrent liquid spshed onto his face, the liquid molesting both his lips and nostrils.

  Turning her head to the elf that continued to turn the combination lock, both of her feet trailed to walk forward. The adrenaline wearing off, her right leg limped from the pain of her stomach, feeling as if a hot knife cut deep into her stomach.

  (Betty) Turn around you troll.

  Reaching his back, she raised her right hand to his right shoulder, digging her fingernails deep into his colrbone. Her gre still stinking her face, and a low growl escaped from her parched throat.

  Perking his long elf ears up, the earplugs of the stethoscope that he wore came off from his ear holes. Despite this, his left cheek shivered under the cold bck metal vault that held the treasure he longed for; a treasure that he longed for his friends to have.

  Being impatient, she plowed her right foot into his calf—

  Her heel went through his calf like imaginary wax.

  (Betty) You sneaky, piece of shit!

  Gawking her mouth open, the silhouette that resembled the elf soon crumbled away, dissipating into the afternoon sunlight. Twirling her head back, her eyes soon made contact with the same figure that tricked her, her left foot already lunging itself straight to his—

  (Sean) Nuh-uh.

  But as soon as the tip of her heel tried to stab itself into his abdomen, his right-hand karate chopped straight onto the top of her head. Opposite his right thumb, the bones of where his pinkie y shook the nerves and bones of her skull down to her teeth. Then like an unpyed doll, she colpsed onto the metal floor for good, her eyes rolled into the back of her skull.

  Scratching the back of his head, the stethoscope-wearing elf furrowed his right brow.

  (Sean’s thoughts) She took Benn’s punch like a champ but crumbled from my karate chop.

  Stepping over the wrinkled blonde-haired woman, the combo lock that he originally worked on was already long finished. The metal vault dispyed a green logo, the letters dispyed “COMBINATION CORRECT” without the use of LED lights. Instead, it switched with a card system that determined the usage of simple bool coding without code.

  Both of his hands gripping the handle, he then pulled the vault with all of his strength.

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  (Luke) It’s open.

  Before Jack’s, Benn’s, and Miles’s mini-fights with the Zirardges, Luke, Luna, and Hope stood in front of the door that led to the third train compartment.

  Luke being the one to stand in the center, Hope stood next to him on his right and Luna on his left. Having both of his hands gripping two of his uzis, Hope wielded her combat pistol with both of her hands, while Luna had both of her hands inside her leather jacket pockets.

  Without using her hands, Luna used the butt of her heel to kick down the door, shaking the metal as it swayed open. The edge of it hitting the wall in less than a second, brought the metal to life, as the atoms radiated a shockwave all around the area in which it smmed into.

  Luke being Luke, he pced himself first, pointing both of his guns straightforwardly while stepping foot inside the compartment.

  (Zirardge Guard #2) There he is boys!

  A reverb service bell shook his soul yet again.

  Seeing twice a dozen guards inside of the cart, Luke lunged forward to the nearest cover he could find; as a hurricane of bullets swept toward him. Finding a metal column near the door, he stood straight, kept both of his elbows tucked with his body, and closed his eyes as the bullets scraped the edges of the metal.

  All of the bullets being directed toward him alone, left Luna to pull her hands out of her pockets. Cracking both of her hands with each other, she stepped foot into the train compartment…

  And vanished.

  (Zirardge Guard #2) Shit! Everyone! Focus your attention on—

  That same guard fell ft on the ground.

  The back of his head was bruised from the fall, his nose snapped in half as blood snoozed out from his destroyed nostrils. Twisted and fragmented like a piece of crushed candy, pieces of bone pieced the inside of his skin.

  Her face expressing no sign of emotion, she leaped toward the sweat-filled guards with malicious intent.

  All the guards took a step back, their aim directed from Luke to the tanned beauty. But despite their bullets ricocheting on every metal, she vanished into the air again, leading them to turn their heads in the back of them.

  But on the right side of the group, two guards dropped down on the floor with bloodied noses, their cheeks gooping a purplish color.

  And to the left of the group, bullets from the opposite side of the train cart. With all of them directing their attention to Luna, they failed to keep their eyes on both Hope and Luke who had perfect cover.

  (Luke’s thoughts) And they said that I’m too dangerous…

  Teleporting every few seconds to avoid the rain of bullets from the guards, Luna perfected each blow that she nded amongst the guards. Using nothing but her bloodied fists, every face that she punched broke either a tooth, jaw, cheekbone, nose or even a bit of skull.

  And with every second, a body drops down onto the metal floor. And with every bullet that tried to stab into her, she vanished again and again despite her body swelling up with sweat.

  Seeing this, Luke pced his head back into cover, as his triggers made a clicking noise that signaled the need for more ammo. Instead of reloading, he pced his right uzi back into his holster, while using his right hand to plunge it deep into his leather jacket pocket.

  (Luke’s thoughts) I don’t want to let Luna push herself to the absolute limit. And besides…

  Pulling out a piece of crystal that was locked in a ziploc bag, he took out the white powdered substance that resembled a piece of meth.

  (Luke’s thoughts) I’m still a soldier.

  Using his right eye, he noticed that most of the guards were knocked out or shot by both him and Hope. The sounds of hideous gunshots still blistering his eardrums, tinnitus swelled and soared like a high tidal wave, as a simple shout would be the same as a whisper to him.

  Hoping out of cover, he pulled back his right arm, clenching the white crystal with all his might. Throwing it straight at the group of leftover guards that still shot with all their might, one or two of them took a gnce at the flying crystal.

  Their eyes unsparkled, they furrowed their brows as the crystal nded right onto the front of their boots. Then…

  Came the explosion.

  Engulfing the back of the cart, every guard that either fought with Luna or witnessed the crystal sm onto the ground was blown away by its veracity. Smoke filled the entirety of the cart, it even entered both of Luke’s and Hope’s lungs, causing them to cough out whatever saliva or mucus that dwelled in their sacs or throats.

  (Luke’s thoughts) I didn’t think this through…

  Waving away the cloud of smoke, Luke slowly walked to the back of the train cart, having his left uzi in his hand. The smoke clogged his sight to almost zero visibility, he didn’t know there was a body until his boot kicked either a leg, stomach, chest, or head. Looking down at the ground, he walked through the den of unconscious guards, all sleeping with blood smearing their lips.

  Until a hand gripped his shoulder, leaving a pool of blood to trail down the right side of his body.

  (Luna) Why did you throw it?

  Turning around, Luke met face to face with an emotionless tanned woman with blood smeared on every inch of her face and body.

  He used his right hand to scratch the chunk of white dirt that sneaked into his skin. Snowing on the metallic floor, he turned his eyes away from hers, as a quiet and soft chuckle escaped from his mouth.

  (Luke) I just thought you needed help, that’s all…

  (Luna) Dumbass. I got caught in the explosion.

  (Luke) I’m sorry. Please don’t smack me…

  Both of her hands letting loose from her palms, she id them ft onto her thighs while closing her eyes. Too tired to hit, and too sluggish to lunge, she let out a rge influx of air from her lungs.

  Her pushed-down eyes on the verge of shutting down, she tilted her emotionless face to the right. Her right eye twitched twice, she noticed his stare not being on her face nor her body, but onto a piece of random wall that bulged from the explosion.

  (Luna) Look at me.

  Luke shyly looked into her eyes. Seeing himself inside her dark brown pupils, her self-image was also encapsuted in his red eyes.

  (Luna) Let’s find that damn emergency brake so I can go to sleep.

  (Luke) … If it’s alright with you, I could … give you a piggyback.

  (Luna) L-L-Like hell!...

  Her cheeks flustering a pinkish red, she turned her face away from Luke as she stomped to one end of the train cart. Looking all over one side of the wall, Luke looked at another as a pair of leather boots softened the metal below their feet.

  Turning to look at the person walking next to him, the smoke that circuted all around the train cart was brought from zero visibility to fifty; as a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes stared at him.

  (Luke) Oh hey, Hope. Just trying to look for the emergency brakes, wanna help me?

  (Hope) Sure, but uhm …

  (Luke) Something on your mind?

  (Hope) Luke…

  Fully grasping his attention, he pced both of his hands down to his sides, whilst letting his eyes trail down onto the floor from shyness. As for Hope, both of her hands clenched together, her eyes and cheeks pushed down with strands of her hair blocking both of her eyes.

  (Hope) If we escape, where would we hide?

  (Luke) Back at the adobe, why?

  (Hope) But what will happen if we’re found out at the adobe? Where will we go then?

  Luke pced both of his hands on his waist, looking down at the metallic ground as he slowly nodded up and down. Breathing in slowly, the CO2 air from his parched lungs bristled both his upper and lower lips, leading him to let out a soft smile.

  A smile that warmed both Hope’s body and soul, her eyes softly sparkling despite them being pushed down.

  (Luke) Whatever happens, I’ll make sure that we’ll always travel together as a team, and that’s a promise.

  Luna’s eyes caught a glimpse of a metal lever attached to the right side of the wall, causing her to squint her eyes at the random letters engraved into it. Ignoring them, she rolled her eyes while turning her back to Luke and …

  Her rival.

  Seeing the two being close, her right temple began to bulge out a rge vein, followed by her right hand tightening up. Her exhaustion seemingly going out the window, she stomped toward the two of them all the while her stomps shook the interiors of the metal walls.

  Standing in front of them, she clenched both of her jaws tightly, as she stared at Hope.

  (Luna) I thought I told you a thousand freaking times!

  (Hope) Go back to looking for the brakes, I’m talking with Luke.

  (Luna) I already found them, you prick. Just follow me before I think of sneaking into Luke’s—

  The sounds of a chainsaw revving up can be heard.

  The three of them turned toward the door that led to the fourth train cart. Along with the train entering a small tunnel, the desote rays that shined down on them were stolen from the stone and brick.

  The room being pitched bck, their eyes still remained on the open door that they gnced at, as the revving continued to pierce the silent air. Not a breath nor muscle making the slightest tilt of noise, they couldn’t breathe; their lungs couldn’t.

  Embers appeared right in front of them, embers formed by two cshings of metal.

  The air around them shivered their sweat-tainted bodies, not a speck of it dropped down onto the floor that numbed the bottoms of their feet. Still kept in the dark, the two chainsaws that sparked its mendicant embers began to move toward them.

  The train leaving the tunnel, light finally dawned upon their faces, but even the sun couldn’t save them from what was in front of them.

  (Luke’s thoughts) How did he…?

  Luna let her knees drop down to the floor.

  Her breath glued to her throat, the bottoms of her feet clutching the cold metallic ground below.

  Her whole body went numb.

  Both of her eyes blurred out Luke and Hope, with the only thing that stood in front of her was death incarnate. Like her own grim reaper, his all-bck clothes and cold frown only froze her body from the toes up.

  Towering over the three of them, he pointed his right chainsaw to the wide-eyed Luna, seeing her body shaking violently.

  (Kenichi) The buck stops here.