Chapter One: Cat on a leash.

A little boy stood in a river of dark red. His thirst for blood, even with him bathing in it, had not yet been quenched. Rage danced in his eyes, and tears were gleaming on his face. He thought it funny that his surroundings modeled his very emotions; the sky was a daunting red, and the ground beneath him was ash and dust.

"What a place to be," came a voice. The little boy closed his eyes; tears adorned his face. "Why you? Why couldn't you be a normal boy, without all this tragedy occurring?" The voice was confident; it surely belonged to a smirking face. A man appeared; his face was cloaked in shadow, but his voice revealed his growing smile as he continued. "Do you want to live or die, Chronos Thirteen?" Suddenly a glimmer caught the boy's eye as the man swiftly pulled out a gun. The sound of a trigger being pushed terrified the boy, making him scream with anger and fear. Then the gun was fired, and the bang was so overwhelming that the boy could no longer hear any thing at all; not even his own screams.

Train sobbed as a special pair of glasses was gently lifted away from his eyes. He was in a dark room; chains bound his hands to a slimly wall. His body shook with anger and sorrow.
"Ah so the glasses did allow you to experience the darkest places in your soul? They take your emotions and your memories, combining them so that everything seems a reality. You could call them…a special preview of hell. Emotionally disturbing, isn't it?" Train glared at the man for a moment, trying his best to ignore the man's arrogant disposition. Memories and feelings returned that Train had disowned so long ago, and his lips were caked with blood caused from wounds his cat like fangs had created. During the time he had worn the glasses, uncontrollable rage had built up inside of him and his flesh was the only thing that he could use as support.
"I…I'm not a pet of Chronos! I am a stray cat!"

"We want you back, 'stray cat'. Or shall we make up your mind for you by killing you? Of course"-here the man stopped to adjust his glasses-"you could always stay here for the rest of your life." Train examined the man, looking for hidden weaknesses. The man was wearing a suit, and had long blond hair that adorned his face in choppy layers. A pair of spectacles hid the mischievous gleam in his eye. He looked intelligent and dangerous. And his composure was calm and mysterious, which meant he was well guarded behind his walls. The man flipped a penny with his gloved hand, and Train watched it fall to the ground, shimmering in the dark cell. Kneeling down, the man adjusted his glasses as he said, "Ah. Heads up. Delightful. It appears as if it will be a lucky day for both of us." Train grinned slyly.

"You have no idea." With that he thrust his legs forward, putting all of his weight onto his elbows behind him, and leaning his head and back against the wall. But the man was too quick; he jumped to the side, avoiding the well aimed kick.

"Looks like the cat isn't out of energy just yet, but it's not my job to fight you and temporarily remove it. If you defy Chronos, it's my job to kill you. And since it looks like you have made your choice, I guess it's time to play a little game of cat and dog." Train laughed; his outgoing personality was returning and the masquerade of shadows he had been forced to remember was slowly diminishing.

"I don't think it'd be wise…to shoot the Black Cat," Train said casually. The man gave a gorgeous smile as he gazed into Train's eyes. He slipped his hand into his jacket, and gracefully removed a gun. Holding onto it firmly, he pointed it at Train's head.

"Do you want to live or die"-here he paused to draw out the words mockingly-"Chronos Thirteen?" Train grinned like he knew all the secrets of the world.

"Live."

The man looked surprised at first, and then suspicious, but he lowered his gun and returned it to the inside of his jacket. "Welcome back, Black Cat." With that he leaned over Train, and kissed him softly on his forehead. "I've missed you…"