Hi guys! I finally settled on two chapters per week, and don't worry I'm already a few chapters ahead in the writting, so there shouldn't be any disturbance in the schedule.
I will also start a new project soon enough, so look forward to it! Unless this is far into the future, in which case look backward to it ;)
Chapter 2
He felt strangely watched as he made his way around the crowd, on the platforms above the highways. The sidewalk seemed longer, but also more cramped, as if it were tightening around him. But he eventually entered the train station, and scanned his season ticket. He quickly checked the incoming trains on the light blue signs. He frowned as he noticed that all trains this morning were coming through or going to the Black Tower, the siege of the Hyrule Industry, as well as the mayor's office. He shrugged it off, and entered one of the half-empty wagon, without any idea as to where it was going to take him. He felt like a small adventure would help him forget the TV incident.
The doors closed, and the train slid away, at such a speed it almost seemed to float. Steven sat beside an old man in a suit, and in front of two girls, both wearing school uniforms he recognized as those from Hyrule High School, from which he had been expelled months ago. It already felt like ages to him.
He reached inside his pocket, then into his bag, and sighed. In his fearsome departure, he had forgotten his holophone. Without it, he was forced to listen to the advertisements looping around in the old speakers the trains had been equipped with.
"Hyrule Industries hopes you enjoy our trains services" said the calm female voice in the speakers.
The next ad was also from the Hyrule Industries, and so were the next four or five that followed. It was probably because of the music that he usually had with him, but it was the first time Steven noticed how many services and products belonged to Hyrule Industries. He looked out the window form his reduced vantage point. He could barely see the sky, as the buildings with dark windows were so high they usually pierced through the clouds. And said clouds were almost always in a deep shade of gray, as if it could rain any seconds. From there he could also see another aerial train track, but it seemed to be out of order, as they didn't shine in their usual dark purple light.
They quickly slid away, and entered a tunnel. Ads attached to the walls flashed through the windows, and Steven looked away.
"Steven..."
He heard his name, and while it brought back his almost forgotten fear, the voice was quite different. It was more ghostly, close to a whisper. He looked around, as a sudden burst of panic seemed to stop his heart. The train slowly came to a full stop, stuck in the middle of the tunnel. Some people sighed angrily, and some eyes fixed the now silent speakers, awaiting the announcement made by the company, as per the usual when the train stopped. The speakers seemed to be glitching out, until the voice of a man that Steven had never heard before asked "May I have your attention?"
Steven sighed, and looked back through the window. He frowned. He thought he had see something in the darkness of the tunnel, like a shadow running on the side of the tracks.
"I said, may I have your attention, Steven!"
His blood turned to ice as he slowly looked toward the speaker. The voice had yelled, and it sounded deeper than before, almost too deep to be human. Haunted.
"Steven, you got yourself into quite some trouble. So you better listen to me, and do as I say."
He paused, to let his voice come down a bit. Steven got up without even realizing it, attracted to the sound, to the voice.
"Give it to me."
He frowned. What did he wanted? It? Steven had no idea what the man was talking about. He looked around at the people in the train. They seemed just as shocked as he was, some were even frightened. They all strangely looked at him, as if they had understood he was Steven, he was the guy that man was asking about something.
"You better give it, and quick. Or else."
The speaker abruptly cut, and Steven had no idea what to do. He was scared, he felt his knees shaking.
A sudden high pitched scream made the entire wagon jump. Steven turned his head toward the sound, and saw everyone run behind him, strait to the end of the wagon. When he finally understood why, he wanted to jump out of the window.
Standing in front of him, on the other side of the wagon, was a man so tall the top of his metal helmet brushed the ceiling of the train. His body was entirely covered with a metal armor and spikes, and the only thing that shone the suit wasn't empty were two dead orange eyes. Every slow step he took closer to Steven rang loud and clear, and made the ground shake. Finally, only seven feet from Steven, he stopped and let the huge metal boulder covered with small spikes fall from his hands, and hang to a heavy chain. Steven tried to step back, but felt someone pushing him forward. His hands were shaking, he was defenseless, and he could only close his eyes and wait for the deadly blow.
