I wanted to post this story because I've left it festering in my PC for far too long!
If you want to know how this story goes down then, READ THE SUMMARY.
It doesn't give you much but yeah.
"Have you found our target?" A crackly voice sounded in the micro-piece next to Train's ear.
"Yes, Sven." He replied sarcastically. "In fact, I'm in the police station right now."
He couldn't help it, he was hungry and tired. They had spent nearly the whole day tailing the target and now his usually carefree personality was frayed at the edges.
There was an annoyed grunt on the other end.
"No need to get snarky." Sven muttered
Train bit back a another spiteful remark as just then his eyes caught an unnatural movement twisting through the edge of the bustling crowd of bodies with inhuman speed and nimbleness.
His cat senses tingled expectantly.
"Hold that thought…" He said, and without waiting for Sven to reply, he disconnected the line and followed the shadow with equally inhuman agility.
The shadow turned around and stopped in a dimly lit corner.
Train creeped after it.
The little light provided by a nearby lantern revealed the silhouette to be none other than their target; Rhoyte Villfir, a former notorious assasin-for-hire who turned rogue a few weeks back.
Train didn't bother with his usual dramatics, he stomach hadn't seen solid food for days now and he wanted nothing other than to be on his comfy bed back at the hideout with a refreshing glass of milk, now.
"Weelll." He started, resting his hand on the holster of his gun. "That was quite a merry little dance you led us on. But unfortunately this is the end of the road for you, so are you going to come with me peacefully or I will have to use force." His bored tone suggested he had recited this line to other criminals many times before.
Rhoyte, with his dark locks of hair and dark red eyes full of hate to the world, would definitely strike fear into the hearts of most sweepers but Train barely flinched as he moved to look at him.
Train gave an exasperated sigh. "Guess I have to use force, huh."
"I'm not in a good mood today sweeper. I suggest you turn around and run before I do something you will sorely regret." Rhoyte responded coldly.
"Umm. Sorry, no can do, I have to collect your bounty or my partner's gonna have a seizure."
Rhoyte lifted an eyebrow in mild disbelief.
"Collect my bounty?"
He gave a dark laugh.
"Well, do as you will, I'd hate for you to leave this world feeling like you didn't try." He scoffed, before his eyes darkened. "Get ready to die."
Train upholstered his gun. "I wouldn't be so sure."
Suddenly, Rhoyte disappeared and reappeared next to Train, his fingers curved, ready to gouge Train's eyes out.
"You will rue the day you decided to challenge me, sweeper!" His manic laughter was abruptly cut off by the side of Hades swinging into his face.
The impact knocked him of his feet and into a wall a few feet away.
He spat out pieces of gravel and blood that had mixed in his mouth before giving a small gasp.
He touched the side of his face in astonishment. "You managed to hit me? But..but.. that's impossible, I…"
"Yeah, yeah." Train interrupted, not caring in the slightest. "That's what they all say."
Rhoyte's red eyes narrowed to slits. "It seems you're more refined than I first thought." He grudgingly admitted and a dagger appeared in his hands. " I'll have to change my tactics."
Train was unimpressed. "So you're gonna take me on, with a dagger?"
A sinister smile appeared on Rhoyte's pallid features, all masks of sanity were promptly discarded. "Looks can be deceiving Mr sweeper." He responded before rushing at Train again.
This time, he was much more faster than before and Train barely blocked a sidecut by him by turning Hades to his side.
For a while it was like that,cut, parry, cut, parry, until Rhoytes managed to land a hit on Train's unprotected arm.
H ehissed in pain as skin and material tore by the blade of the cursed dagger.
He turned around and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the Assassin's stomach sending him several metres away.
"Okay. That hurt." Train winced as he touched the scar on his arm, the blade must have been serrated.
His golden eyes widened as his wound started to shimmer and disappear until there was no trace of it left.
An empty chuckle made him turn around quickly.
"You finally get it don't you?" Rhoyte asked in a slightly mocking tone. "That was no ordinary blade, this knife was made by master taoists of such that has never been seen in this time."
Train's mouth hung open in surprise.
"You use…Tao?" Disbelief and anger in his voice.
"Yes." Was the assassin's reply. " I don't know much about it, but I was told this dagger had the ability to cut people from the inside so right now, all wounds I inflict on you would appear internally."
Just then, Train felt a searing pain in his arm.
He bit his lip to stop himself from crying out, the pain vaguely resembled the sensation of being stabbed several times with a smoking hot poker.
Rhoyte smiled gleefully. "You can feel it, can't you? The pain? It hurts doesn't it?"
Train stopped himself from replying to his taunts.
He continued on anyway. "I've heard that many of my victims had died of madness, I don't know how that happened and frankly I don't care."He lifted his dagger once more so it reflected in the moonlight.
"So sweeper, still think you can take my bounty?" His words laced with sarcasm.
Train tried to gather his thoughts.
He was supposed to be going after a rogue assasin-for-hire but instead came across a tao user, though it seemed that this person didn't know a whole lot about the art.
Just my luck. He thought bitterly.
He couldn't alert Sven because he left his micropiece in his bag nearby, and he doubted he could outrun the assassin with the wound in his arm and the assassin's newfound speed.
He doubled over as he had the sudden impression of being ripped apart.
He grasped his head with his uninjured hand as his vision exploded into an assemble of light and colour.
Rhoyte's annoying voice was suddenly thrusted in the background suddenly and Train had the unexpected sensation of weightlessness.
He felt as if someone was stretching and tearing him apart. Slowly he was plunged into a gloominess and as that happened he felt himself feeling a mixture of emotions.
Kill him.
It was a single command from a voice that was not his own.
Whoever knew two words could affect him so much.
Because as he looked at Rhoyte he felt a sudden hate for the man.
It would have been so easy to just kill him, save everybody the trouble.
Nobody would miss an assassin.
And a notorious one at that. The voice sounded in his head.
Train could feel himself diving deeper into a kind of dark hatred and he made no move to stop it, he was just too tired and frustrated.
The oppressive darkness clouded his vision and he felt as if he was pulled out of his body and he briefly glimpsed and empty darkness surrounding him, covering him….
But as suddenly as he was brought out of reality he was pushed back.
He felt disoriented by the sudden change of scenery when pathetic moans snapped him from his mild reverie.
His first view was of the sight of Rhoyte choking while trying to release a hand which seemed to have closed around his throat while trapping him against a wall.
Rhoyte gasped in pure agony.
"Argh! Let me go!" He managed to choke out. His face was turning an interesting shade of blue and tears ran from his eyes.
Train stepped away from him quickly , suddenly realising that it was his hand around the assassin's throat.
Rhoyte dropped to the ground, and started to cough splatters of blood that stained the dirt floor a dark crimson.
Train felt cold.
He knew that if he hadn't stopped himself, he would have most certainly had a murder on his hands.
It was not that he valued this man's life, far from it actually.
But he made a promise to Saya, not to mention Eve and Sven too, to not kill any more.
Train considered himself a man of his word and to see a promise he made to his deceased best friend about to be broken, and so easily too, left him shaken badly.
But what scared him most was that he had no memory of it.
That is, of attempting to kill the assassin.
He regarded himself also, as someone with a strong reign of their emotions.
It was one of the many qualities he had to learn when working under Chronos as an eraser.
In fact, his last cognizant memories were of him kneeling down in pain as he clutched the results of Rhoyte's deadly tao-manufactured blade.
A slight tingling on his right arm made him remember the healed wound on his arm.
He sighed before nudging Rhoyte who had collapsed on the floor near his feet.
The assassin didn't move.
Train's breath stilled for a moment but on closer inspection he found out the man was merely unconscious.
With another sigh, he tossed the man over his shoulder, as an afterthought, he took the blade which was left on the ground a few metres away from him, and walked back to Sven with a troubled state of mind.
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