Power of Shadows
"Eve! Come back here" Sven yelled running after the young girl. Eve heard him but didn't listen, she glanced back to see how far he was but suddenly bumped into someone. Eve stumbled back and looked up at the figure blocking her way, it was a woman. Sven caught up then, out of breath, "Eve, what's wrong with you?" Then he looked up and took in the sight of the woman watching both of them. She wore black jeans that fit but weren't tight, black steel-toe boots, black shirt with silver strips, a necklace with a silver chain and a black gem with a gray swirl, her hair was black with a single silver stripe, and then her face; gray eyes that looked lost, and under her right eye, a tattoo that clearly read X-I-V. In other words, fourteen. Sven grabbed Eve's hand, "c'mon Eve, let's go." Eve nodded and let Sven pull her away from the woman.
Sven walked Eve back to the hotel room they stayed in with Train. Train sat watching TV and drinking milk. Eve was sent off to bed by Sven as he sat by Train at the table. Once Sven saw her door shut, he turned to the Black Cat, "was there ever a fourteen?"
Train froze, memories gripping his heart, "a fourteen?" He looked at his friend hoping he hadn't noticed the pause.
Lucky for Train, Sven didn't notice, "yea, a fourteen, a woman"
"Why do you ask?" the Black Cat questioned.
"While Eve and I were out I saw this woman, she wore practically all black and had a tattoo of the roman-numeral for fourteen under her right eye."
"So what makes you think she was one of the numbers? She could just be one of those weirdoes who worship them" Train yawned and tossed the milk carton into the trash.
"Her eyes" Sven spoke almost too low for the Black Cat to hear.
"'Her eyes'?" He repeated not quite understanding.
"They looked hollow, the same look I've seen you have when you lose control"
"Could've been any whack job" Train shook his head slightly, "I'm going to bed, g'night"
"Night" Sven whispered watching Train go to his room. A few minutes later Sven went to bed as well.
Train didn't really sleep that well that night, he hated having to lie to Sven but he wasn't ready to talk about the woman Sven had seen. It had been so hard to leave knowing he'd left her there alone to deal with those people, but he had to, he had to leave. Not just because he wanted to, but because he had to. He finally realized all the stuff he had been doing was wrong. When two hours had gone by and he still couldn't go to sleep he got up and decided to take walk.
He walked for ten minutes before stopping on the bridge, looking down at the water below. "Is it really her?" he spoke out loud but mainly to him-self. Footsteps sounded behind him and he quickly turned pulling out his gun and aiming it at the person behind him.
"Not the hello I was expecting…Black Cat" she spoke softly.
Train lowered his gun but didn't put it away, "so it was you who Sven saw, what do you want?"
"And to think I thought you might have missed me at least a little…" She wasn't being sarcastic, he could tell, but why was she here? Why now?
"Why are you here?" He whispered looking her in the eyes, something didn't feel right; her eyes didn't look like her eyes.
"To warn you" she stepped closer to him.
He stepped back, "warn me of what?" His eyes searched her's for some hint, but all he got was hollowness.
A silent shadow wrapped it-self around her. And gripped tightly, she cried out and Train went to reach for her when a voice rang out, "Don't!" The Black Cat froze, listening, "it's not me Black Cat"
His eyes widened as another figure stepped out of the night and the shadow ripped the person's soul from their body dragging it off somewhere. "Silver" he whispered watching the woman walking towards him.
"Are you alright?" she asked with a slight glare.
He nodded slowly, "what are you doing here?"
"Saving you from an imposter, I saw them send it out, heard it's orders, they wanted it to kill you…"
Train looked down, "so, you're not here to see me?"
"You left the numbers, Black Cat, I didn't. I can get in trouble for just rescuing you from the imposter, but I couldn't let that thing kill you"
"You still consider me a friend?" he looked up surprised.
She stayed silent a minute, "I just didn't want you to die at someone else's hands." With those words she turned away from the person who had ripped apart her heart. "Your blood will spill at my feet, no one else's"
Train watched her walk off, her word ringing in his ears; she wanted to kill him, had he really hurt her that much? "I'm sorry, Silver," he whispered into the night a bit too late.