I: the Unfortunate Usual part II

His target screamed and cried, begging him to spare his life. Train fired. "Pathetic" he said. What kind of full-grown man cries? That's just pathetic, Train thought.

"Yes, He certainly was a pathetic piece of trash," laughed Creed, "just waiting to be disposed of." Train rolled his eyes. Creed always misinterpreted what Train meant, interpreting whatever Train said to fit his own twisted logic. Train didn't even bother to correct him. He didn't want to get him started. Once Creed starts talking there is no stopping him.

"That was marve-" Creed began.

"Shut up" Train snapped, abruptly cutting off Creed.

"Train?"

"I thought I said 'shut up', why are you still talking?" Train barked. Train was aware of how rude he sounded. But he'd had enough of this earlier today and didn't want to listen to another one of his psychotic partner's annoying rants.More than half of the crap that came out of Creed's mouth didn't make sense anyway. He already knew what they'd done on the mission and how many people he killed and didn't need to be reminded 10 times. He didn't need Creed to tell him how "wonderful his performance was" or how "enjoyable the mission was" or talk about it in such gruesome details that it almost took away Train's appetite. To do that would be a real achievement.

They walked through the empty manner in silence (mostly because Train yelled at Creed ever time he tried to speak). Train was careful to walk around the corpses. There was no point to disrespecting the dead. Creed wasn't. He kicked them out of his way as he walked. That's sickening, thought Train, when he noticed his partner's behavior.

Train could feel Creed staring at him. But didn't want to yell at him to him to stop because he knew Creed wouldn't listen, he would probably just start talking, thinking Train's responding means Train wanted to talk. Because of that Train refuses to turn around, talk or even make eye contact with Creed, because he knew that's exactly what Creed wants. He tried to stay calm and ignore Creed's staring, even though it was eating up what remained of his barely existing patience.

"This building has beautiful architecture, doesn't it Train?" Creed suddenly announce, abruptly shattering the silence.

"Huh!" Were the hell did that come from? Thought Train.

"It's a real elegant building isn't it? Almost like a castle." Creed continued without missing a beat.

"A castle" really? Train thought sarcastically. "Amazing you can say that in this kind of environment" Train deadpanned, gesturing towards the corpses lining the hall.

"I think it adds character" Creed replied creepily. Train was unable to whether his partner was serious or joking. Train decided to assume Creed was kidding and passes it off as another one of psychotic partner's sick jokes.

Train moved away from his fellow eraser (who is making him very uncomfortable) and started walking faster. Creed caught up to him in a matter of seconds. Continuing to describe what he liked about the manner even though Train was no longer listening.

The erasers walked through the door leading to the courtyard. "It appears we are finished early once again" remarked Creed.

"Great" Train said sarcastically as he pushed open the tall, iron decorated gate.

"Is that a problem?" Creed inquired as he closed the gate behind them. The two erasers stood outside the main gate of the building, where their superiors had told them to wait. They wouldn't look suspicious to any passersby. Two men standing outside the gate would look like security guards, even though there was nothing left to protect. The cover of darkness hid the blood on their clothes.

"We're always done early and they're never here" complained Train. "They" meant his superiors. The ones who came to check of the mission had been completed. He and his partner had to wait for them to arrive, to approve their "work" before they were allowed to leave. Train wanted to go home already. He didn't want to spend another hour waiting, especially not with his creepy partner.

Apparently Creed was thinking the same thing. "No matter how many times we finish early, our foolish superiors never notice. They treated us like any other average eraser" complained Creed; who seemed more ticked off than Train.

"That's because we are." Train pointed out as he leaped onto the 4 meter high stone wall and sat down. "If you keep talking like that you're going to get yourself erased for disrespect."

"You're not going to report me, are you?" Creed teased, "and In my opinion you're anything but average." Creed marveled as he leaned against the wall and gazed up at his partner.

"Gee thanks" Train said sarcastically, "I'm some freak of nature, huh."

"No, I didn't mean it that way," Creed clarified quickly, "I meant it in a good way." Train glared at him. Creed just smiled at his partner. Train rolled his eyes.

If Creed had continued to talk to Train, Train would've never known. He was distracted, looking up at the night sky. There isn't a cloud in sight. Train thought as he gazed up and watched the stars. Not a bad night, there is even a breeze. If it didn't reek of blood and Creed was gone, this might be a good place to sleep.

Suddenly Train felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He noticed Creed was sitting next to him. Sitting way too close.While Train had been spacing out; his partner had climbed up and joined him. More than slightly annoyed, Train moved over, trying to get away from his creepy partner who was constantly invading his personal space. "Oh no, Train you don't have to" said Creed. Train scowled and turned away from his unwanted company.

Completely ignoring his partner's presence, Train reached into the pockets of his coat and pulled out something in a wrapper. He opened his snack. But the moment Train tried to take a bite he noticed, Creed was sitting too close again. Train closed the wrapper. "Do you mind?" He growled.

"Am I bothering you, Train?" Questioned Creed.

"You're sitting a little too close." not a little, more like way too close thought Train.

"Is that bothering you?" What do you think? Why else would I be telling you to stop!

"Well it's just kinda hard to eat with you breathing down my neck" Train hissed through clenched teeth. Creed moved over a little. Train put his snack away. For once he didn't feel like eating.

Train felt his partner's eyes on him. He tried to ignore him. He managed to stay calm for a few moments until he noticed Creed had moved closer again. Train pretended to ignored it.

Noticing his partner wasn't paying attention, Creed gently stretched out his arm towards Train. His arm was hovering dangerously close to Train's shoulders.

"Touch me; I'll break your Arm." growled Train without even looking up. Creed withdrew his arm. Creed knew Train's threats shouldn't be taken lightly.

A/N:I know some of you have already read this. I split the first chapter in half in order to make it easier and shorter to read and also making it easier for me to produce the third chapter. So sorry if this chapter is boring, third is coming right up.