The Movie of Train Heartnet
Amber eyes as cold as ice filled with memories of crimson events playing in the back of his mind like an old movie, you've seen a thousand times but can't stop watching. The corners of the film dusty and frayed but no matter how much his emotions were exiled to the back of his heart and brain, he wouldn't forget. Never could he forget. His parent's lifeless body's lying at his feet, the overpowering scent iron flooding the air and sticky red blood between his toes. The movie skips forward to a gun being held shackling in pale, sweaty hands as he pulled the trigger, the speeding bullet twisting violently into the man's chest. The fourteen year old almost fell to his knees in guilt and disgust most of it angled at him. He had killed his first man. Shot him dead in a back alley.
"Please, please" He had begged "don't kill me" tears fell from the man's eyes but Train knew the unenviable. "I'm sorry" The young assassin whispered before hesitantly pulling the trigger. Now he was dead and Train knew it wouldn't be the last.
Several years later the "black cat" flew though the mob agency killing each man and woman who was unfortunate enough to cross between him and the Boss. He had lost count by now; too many souls had burdened his own. Too many people had fallen. Swiftly he entered the large office without giving the tubby mobster a chance to react; he shot him, like he did countless others.
The quiet night was interrupted by a beautiful voice echoing into Train's eardrums lifting his head from the shingles and turned to a petite young woman wearing a pink and white flowered kimono her thin black hair ended at her shoulders in an upward V around her neck. Turning to him she stopped her tune smiling with red ruby lips, she waved "Hi there, I'm Saya"
The bombing of the fireworks echoed through the alleyway but Train's ears didn't process it. Everything was quiet, quiet and cold. Saya was cradled lifelessly in his arms his dark shirt coated in deep crimson blood, not that he cared for the useless scraps of fabric. Creed had already flees and the two friends were alone. Saya coughed forming soundless words.
"Don't worry about him. I got something to tell you… Do you wanna hear it?" she final managed but it was weak and heart wrenching to hear.
"Baka! Stop Talking" He yelled "I will take you to see a doctor now!"
"Actually" She began ignoring his plea "I was going to move soon…. I made this city my base as a sweeper… for a long time now… You started to laugh and I thought… there really isn't anything to do here anymore"
"Saya" His face was full of angst and all he wanted to do was to save her. But, he listened.
"For me…" She continued "Being able to see you…. made me happy…. I've been to so many places…. And met so many people…. But…. I have never had anyone to call a friend except you"
Train's eyes wore ones of pure shock. He didn't know what to say but he felt the same. Saya was the first friend he had ever had. He looked back to Saya.
"Why are I crying… That's so weird" Saya had bright shimmering tears streaking down her face. Their eyes locked for a moment staring at one another suddenly the world went still and it was just him and her. A sweeper and The Black Cat. Saya and Train. "Train…" She started "About me… You can forget about me" That was the last thing she said, her eyes glossed over slowly shutting. Her blue libs were still curled in a smile looking at peace. Like a beautiful porcelain doll that will never shed life. Though the star of his movie was gone he still wouldn't change it, he would smile, he would live happy as Train Heartnet, a stray cat a movie with the most vibrant colors a person has ever seen.