Prologue

"Please tell me that was a truck going by." Sven begged.

"No, that was you." Eve replied simply.

Train hugged his stomach, pleading in moans for the sick upset feeling within him to leave him be – or for a whole lot of free food to suddenly appear before him. "We have to find that bounty before my stomach eats itself." His stomach grumbled its agreement.

"Well, we'll have to wait until night fall, he hunts at night, remember?" Sven asked.

Train nodded solemnly. "Then I'll go find a bench to nap on."

Sven frowned, but didn't try and stop the ex-assassin.

"Shouldn't we find a hotel?" Eve asked.

Sven shrugged. "At this point we can't afford one."

Eve sighed and followed after Train, finding his idea of waiting more accomplishing than any that she could think of at that moment. Sven followed reluctantly, his brief case weapon nearly dragging on the concrete path. When he found Train, the brown haired man had already fallen asleep with his hands behind his head – legs crossed over – and his body completely relaxed on a park bench.

"So, what's the plan, Train?"

"Sleep, then find a place to buy milk." Train replied, barely moving.

Sven sat down on the bench with a sigh. "We can't even afford milk, you know that right?"

Train shrugged. "I'll find a way." Then, his eyes flashed open and he sat up, holding a hand out to keep his comrades silent. "Shh."

Sven frowned and looked at Eve who was looking at Train in confusion.

Train stood up with lightning speed and started off down the path towards the exit of the park.

"Train!" Sven called, standing up to follow after his partner. "Eve, come on."

They followed Train down the street at a run, even though he was only walking. They could feel the heat of anger that flowed from him and flew back into their faces.

"Something's wrong." Eve muttered.

"Well, clearly." Sven replied, struggling to keep a hold of his hat. "But what is it?"

Eve shrugged. "This is Train we're talking about. It could be anything."

Sven smirked. "Yeah, it could be a milk bottle left out in the sun or something."

"That is possible. But I doubt that he would be this angry about something like that – astounded, yes; angry, no."

Train stopped in his tracks in an empty street, staring down a dark, dank alleyway that was all but completely hidden from the light of the afternoon sun. They could see the murderous intent hiding in his golden orbs as he glared into the darkness.

Then, Sven and Eve heard it – raucous laughter, cruel words and a mewling kitten.

Train stalked into the alleyway and stood a few meters away from the four teenagers, waiting for them to notice his presence before he had to resort to force.

His eyes found the black kitten on the cold concrete, it's fur was matted and coated in some kind of foul smelling liquid that Train could tell was gasoline – it was cowering in a puddle of the disgusting stuff. The kitten's green eyes were dull and faded due to the pain and sorrow that it was being inflicted with. It mewled pitifully, begging to be set free.

One of the teens sneered as he pulled out a lighter and stuck a cigarette between his lips and lit the stick before placing the lighter back into his pocket. "I wonder how long it would take for a kitten to burn until it's not even there."

His friends made their agreements known and they all stepped back as he took a deep breath of the cigarette in and lifted it from his lips.

Train drew Hadis and shot the cigarette into pieces. The teens all turned in horror as Train placed his gun back where it belonged and he walked forwards, his hands in his pockets. "I don't tolerate the cruel treatment of animals ten times smaller than their attacker." He looked up, his gold eyes ablaze with anger. "Sven." He said curtly, trying not to speak harshly to his partner. "Let's take these delinquents down to the station. There won't be a bounty on their heads but we're sure to receive some kind of reward for our efforts."

The teenagers were too horrified to refuse their arrest, handcuffs bound tightly around their wrists.

Train walked over to the kitten – it was still shaking violently in the puddle of gasoline, it tried to get up in order to back away from the possible threat that was now approaching.

"Easy." Train said softly, reaching his hand out, fingers offered as a sacrifice as he intended for the kitten to sniff them. When it refused and gave him a look, he resorted to petting its tiny head and then scratching under the chin. The kitten leaned its head out unconsciously, beginning a round of broken purrs – he'd found the spot. He smiled and used his other hand to lift it from the puddle and, despite the gasoline it was coated in, cradled it against his white shirt, folding his jacket around it to keep it warm as it began to shiver. "That's the way, girl."

"It's a girl?" Eve asked, looking around his arm.

Train nodded.

"How can you tell?"

"I just can." Train replied patiently. "Sven, let's get out of here. I'll have to find a vet after we take these idiots downtown."

"Wouldn't it be better to take the kitten to the vet now?" Sven asked, forcing the teens to their feet.

Train shook his head. "We'll need proof of what I saw, I'm afraid." He looked down at the kitten, her purrs had subsided, her shivering form cowering against his chest desperately.