Train whistled as he walked down the street and smiled at the random passerby who looked like they needed pick up. They always smiled, and that was all Train could ask. If he couldn't be happy himself, then he would make other people be happy. It wasn't that long ago that the one thing he loved most in the world had been taken from him.

-Flashback-

Train laughed as his friend finished the joke. It wasn't even funny, but at 4 A.M. everything was funny, especially when you were drunk. After he finished laughing he lifted his cup to his mouth and downed the rest in one gulp. He smiled at his friends.

"Hey guys," Train started with a slight slur to his words. "I'm going to walk home. I'm going to have a killer hang over, and we all know how Jay hates me being drunk when I get home. Better to quit while I'm not that drunk." Train pulled out a few twenties and threw them on the table. After that he walked away from his table. His friends were yelling 'whipped kitty!' at him, but it didn't bother him. There were things about him and his girlfriend Jay that they didn't know.

He and Jay were the best in their respective fields. Train was ex-Secret Service Sniper. There were many people that he killed in the name of his country and President. Sometimes they weren't things he was proud of, but they were things that he knew he needed to do. Jay was a scientist, she was the top Chemist, and she was in charge of people in a government run lab making biological weapons. She didn't like it, but she knew that it was better to have the weapons and not need them, than to need them and not have them. Both of them knew things they shouldn't have known, but it came with their jobs.

As he walked up to his door Train stopped, something wasn't right. Train put his keys away and drew his licensed-registered hidden pistol and held it in his hands like a professional. Old habits die hard. He pushed open the door slowly, making sure that it didn't creak. He went in gun first, just like he had been trained to do.

The living room was in a state of disarray, which it never was. Something was definitely wrong. Train pushed off the safety and proceeded deeper into his home. He left the living room, going to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. As soon as he was in the hallway, his nose was assaulted. Blood hung heavy in the air.

Hairs on the back of Train's neck stood on end. He wasn't alone.

Just before the vase struck the base of his head, Train twirled around on the ball of his foot with his gun up. He fired twice. Each time the bullet tore through the man's skull, plastering the low ceiling with brain matter and blood. Skull fragments littered the floor and Train's eyes were empty. This man had been a threat, and there was no way he had survived a double tap.

Adrenaline pumped into his system. The threat was taken care of, but there was still Jay to worry about. He ran into the bedroom and stopped at what he saw. Jay was sprawled out on the bed, her eyes staring up at the ceiling blankly, she was dead, there was no doubt about that. Train threw up on the floor, the sight was horrible. Even as the President's personal sniper he had never seen brutality like that before.

Jay had been cut open from groin to her collar bone. Her intestines were strung about the room, and their unborn child was hanging from the ceiling fan with its umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. It was a message to him.

Train looked around the room as he wiped his mouth. He stopped when he saw the letters scrawled in Jay's blood. Rage boiled up inside of him as he read the message.

'Black Cat, it is unfortunate that you didn't heed my warnings about being with this woman. I warned you that this would happen. Be lucky that it did not go further. –C.' Train growled and fired his gun at the letter 'C' until his clip was empty. He stared at the wall until he was devoid of all emotion. It was time to finish what he had started while he was with the Secret Service. It was Creed's time to die.

-End Flashback-

That was six months ago, and he still ached inside from the people that he lost. That day he had learned that no one was safe, not even an unborn child. That day he had pledge to kill Creed and defile Creed's body the same way Creed had defiled Jay's body, it was only fitting.

"Creed, you're going to die, and we'll see just how psychotic you are dead," Train growled. People on the street moved away from Train as he went. No one wanted to stand in the way of the Black Cat, the President's personal sniper, and body guard.

I haven't written FanFiction in so long that I forgot my disclaimer! D:

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Cat.