CHAPTER 1
Kyrie was standing at the train station, cautiously scanning the area to find a place to sit. Her train to Creole had been delayed due to a heavy rainstorm that flooded parts of the railroads; so now she had to wait 2 hours for the next one. To her relief, she located an empty spot on a bench but unfortunately it was next to a young woman and a bundle of clothes that looked to be a child. Kyrie usually did not mind people or company but today was a little different. After much debate Kyrie sped walked to the seat and marked it as hers by dumping her bag unto the spot before anyone else took the seat.
Due the train delays there were a lot of stranded passengers with nowhere else to go and forced to wait here for hours at the station just like her. It was best to take a seat now than suffer. Kyrie sat down without a second glance at the woman and baby and slid to a much more comfortable however, unladylike position. She stared up at the vintage ceilings and thought back to a week before.
The incidents from the past came pouring back into her mind and reminded her why she was here and why she had to get to Creole asap. She rid her mind of the frightening thoughts and mindlessly waved her palms in front of her eyes. She could see now but how long would it be before she was stripped of such a simple privilege. As she started to daydream about a nice warm bath, the woman to her right cleared her throat. Kyrie paid no heed to the woman but then the lady next to her and tapped her arm and spoke up.
"I don't want to sound senile, but why wear sunglasses indoors? Especially in a well lit enclosement?" the lady inquired.
Kyrie contemplated whether or not to ignore the woman but then decided to respond with a curt "Because I just want to".
"I see…" it seemed the woman understood that Kyrie was in no mood to chat. Oh how wrong Kyrie was…"Umm so where are you headed? I'm waiting for the train to Creole." She continued.
Kyrie could already see where this was going. She guessed the baby in the woman's arms fell asleep and now she wanted to rid herself of boredom by making small talk with the closest person. In this case, Kyrie was the closest person to the woman. Once again debating whether to answer the woman or not, Kyrie decided to humor the woman and reply back. "Me too."
"Oh so we're going to the same place!" she gleefully exclaimed. "This whole time, I've been travelling alone with my son from our hometown but now it seems I've found the first person on my travels with the same destination as mine." She was now smiling at Kyrie's direction.
Kyrie had yet to turn her head to the woman, heck she had yet to sit up straight. She thought the lady would stop talking to her eventually as long as she kept her answers short but it wasn't working. She didn't have the heart to ask the woman directly to stop talking so she continued to chat. "Where are you from? Why are you headed to Creole?" As long as the conversation was not about herself, she was fine.
After a moment's hesitation, "Umm well we're from a tiny town. I doubt you ever heard of it. And we're just going to visit a friend." the woman answered. Her voice got smaller and softer, almost inaudible at the last part.
Kyrie may not have been all that interested in the conversation but she paid enough attention to it to notice how the woman avoided giving any real details about herself. In fact, Kyrie was surprised neither of them even exchanged names yet. She assumed, that just like her, the woman had something to hide. To the save the woman from spilling any more than necessary Kyrie answered with an "I see." After that it seemed the conversation dropped.
Once again, her thoughts started to drift off, close to falling asleep when a small ruckus expanded to chaotic noise. A train just stopped from a nearby city and several people came out. However, this was no ordinary group of passengers coming unto the platform. Most seemed to be men in black suits blocking a crowd of…fangirls?
"What?" Kyrie thought. "The heck is going on around here?" She sat up in her seat to get a better view of the situation right in front of her. She had no idea why those men were pushing the girls back.
"Ah it looks like they're finally here." Said the woman next to her to no one in particular.
Out of curiosity Kyrie asked "Who?"
Before the woman could say anything, more men in black started to come out and the girls started screeching at the highest octave.
Out the train followed a group of flashily dressed young men. All sporting an unearthly glow and posing for the numerous cameras, the gentlemen waved and smiled. "OMG! GOT7!" screamed a fangirl.
"What? How? Why" Kyrie thought. She was so occupied with thoughts of the chances of meeting them here at a relatively small train station she did not notice a man in a leather jacket approach from behind; a man with an inhumane amount of bloodlust emanating from his very being.
The man was hidden behind the large pillars of the station. Watching. Waiting. Biding his time for the opportune moment to strike. The man recalled how it took a while to track down his target but eventually he found out the person would be here at the train station waiting for the next ride to Creole. He remembered silently entering the station amidst all the other delayed passengers and rabid girls screaming.
He found a pillar to conceal himself. Ahead of him and the pillar was the back of a bench and the backs of two women staring at the crowd of barbaric females encircling a group of boys. The man used this chaotic moment to get closer to his target, attack, and escape. He shrouded himself in invisibility and as he quietly approached he pulled out a contraption from the inside of his jacket pocket. As he neared the bench, a sudden wailing noise resounded through the station halls.
Kyrie could not believe she was witnessing the existence of GOT7 right in front of her. As she continued to stare at the spectacle randomly the child to her right began to cry a river of tears. The child's wailing was unlike any other; it was loud to the point that it rang inside your head. As she covered her hears out of desperation to block the deafening noise she looked to her right to see if she could stuff a few blankets in the boy's mouth herself. To her bewilderment she noticed woman cradling and rocking the child as if the noise had no effect. Kyrie stumbled off the bench to get away from mother and child but as she was doing so she noticed the child pointing behind its mother and decided to look back. At that instant she saw she silhouette of a man appear and disappear as he covered his ears to block the agonizing wails it seemed. In his hand Kyrie noticed a weird contraption but what shocked her more was the face of the illusive man. She knew that face. She recognized that face. As her mind reeled over various thoughts, Kyrie's body moved on its own accord.
TRAIN B23 will be departing for Kale in 3 minutes.
Waaaaaaaaaah!
What is that sound!? A child!?
Ughh who's baby is that!? Make it stop!
Oh no! Cyrus!
Crap here too! Can't stay together any longer! Sorry!
Wait what are you doing!? Get back here!
Where are you going!?
As Kyrie's body dashed, grabbed her bags, and made a beeline for the next departing train she heard several shouts and screams belonging to various people resounding in the station simultaneously. Some familiar and others not. However, none of that even mattered. All she needed to do was to get as far away as possible at this moment. And the only way to do that was to jump on the next departing train before it left. As she dashed passed the girls, dodged between the men in black, and scurried through the other passengers she heard the intercom go off again.
TRAIN B23 will be departing for Kale in 1 minute. Please step away from the doors and railway.
"Why did there have to be so many people here today!?" As she thought about that, she realized the crowd was veiled as both a curse and blessing. It was bad because it slowed down her pace considerably but good because it did the same for Him. Kyrie made her last attempt of a sprint and began pushing and shoving people to reach the train. The doors were starting to shut and as she saw the light at the end of tunnel leaving her she made her last leap of faith.
Kyrie flew right inside the train as the doors were closing. She was sprawled on the ground and turned onto her back and looked up at the train lights. As she breathed heavily she sat up and looked out the train as it began to start moving. Through the glass panes she glanced the man staring back but as the train passed a large pillar his whole being suddenly disappeared from view. All that was left was the blur of the chaos of a crowd left behind.
As her mind slowed to a peaceful pace and her breaths evened out, Kyrie finally took notice of her surroundings. To her utter shock she could hear heavy breaths from both her left and right. It seemed to her that for some reason she was not the only one who made a final leap at the closing train doors. On the floor at her feet lay the woman and child duo she met earlier in the day but even weirder was the body of none other than GOT7's very own and oldest, Mark, sprawled on the floor and gasping for breath.
