"An Unwelcome Touch"

I whipped around, my heart racing at the sudden noise. Normally I would've been able to hear the sound of approaching footsteps in the hall, the sound of the doorknob, and the noise of the hinges but now I hadn't heard a thing…everything seemed dull compared to before.

Creed stood in the doorway, a content smile on his face as he still held onto the doorknob.

"I see the maid brought your clothes," He said in the uncomfortable silence as I studied him angrily. "That way you can change out of what you have on now. It was only temporary anyway."

I glanced down at the white button up shirt and what looked like black pajama pants that I now wore, before looking back to Creed with nothing but discontent and frustration.

"Where am I?" I almost snapped, demanding to know.

"Can't we leave the formalities for later, Train?" Creed asked, the smile only growing as he left the door behind and made his way towards me.

"I want to know where I am," I snapped back, refusing to return his warmth.

"You'll know in time," He replied as he closed the space in between us, his body suddenly too close to mine.

"I'd rather know now," I growled, taking a step backward.

"Never mind that," He smiled as he rested his hand on my shoulder and ran it down my arm, his eyes suddenly not on mine as he looked me up and down. "For now you should relax."

"I've relaxed enough," I snapped as I ripped my arm away from his hand and took another step back towards the window. "And I want to leave."

"You can't leave, Train," Creed chuckled, my patience suddenly reaching its breaking point. "You need to stay here, with me."

His hand reached out and touched the side of my face all too affectionately, running down and tracing my jaw line.

I took another step backwards as he followed, the backs of my knees hitting the bay seat and sending my body backwards until my back hit the window and I was now sitting on the bench between the pillows and the pile of books.

Creed lunged forward suddenly, his hands on either side of my head and his face only inches away from mine. I tried to stand but he only pushed closer and shoved his legs in between mine.

"Stay here, Train," He whispered as he came closer, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.

He ran his fingers against my lips as he looked into my eyes before lowering his head and kissing first my neck, then my chin, then my forehead.

I wanted to push backwards, to even throw myself out the window as he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened as I felt his tongue run against my lips and his right hand slide behind my neck, pulling me into the kiss as he deepened it.

I pushed against his shoulders with my hands and pressed my feet against his ankles, trying to push him away, to get away from something I knew I didn't want. He slipped his hands from my face and the window and wrapped his fingers around my wrists, pressing them against the glass and trapping me as he kissed me openly, and traced my lips with his tongue.

With one swift movement Creed pulled away, stood up, and yanked me against him by my wrists. He wrapped his arms around my back, my arms pinned between my chest and his as, to my sudden terror, he pulled me towards the bed.

Before I knew what was happening I was being thrown down on the mattress, my arms above my head as Creed pulled himself on top of me and straddled my waist. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up my chest as his face came threateningly close again before brushing his lips against my ear.

"I've missed seeing you Train," Creed whispered, his words suddenly so familiar.

He pulled away and looked at me, my eyes looking back at his as I suddenly relaxed, his words echoing inside my mind as images of Saya flashed in front of me, her words, her voice, her smell, everything about her suddenly intoxicating me.

I felt his lips press against mine again; only this time I couldn't make the difference between Creed's memory and Saya's. Somewhere in my troubled mind Creed didn't exist anymore, his face no longer registered in my head, only Saya existed, only her words, her touch, and her memory.

I looked up at Creed, not really seeing him as his hands ran down my chest and to my pant line, sliding in between my stomach and my pants. His tongue once again traced my lips before sliding in between them and against my own tongue.

I felt something in my mind snap, something I couldn't explain as I felt his fingers slide down my pants and against bare skin-somewhere I didn't want him to be-somewhere I had never let anyone go.

I pulled my arms up and slid them up his arms before pressing them against his shoulders and shoving him off me. I pulled my legs up against my chest and backed into the headboard, glaring dangerously at him.

"Train," Creed's voice came and suddenly his memory was back, his face and all the hatred it brought was surging through me again. "What's wrong?"

"Shut up," I snapped back before sliding off the bed and backing away from him until I ran into a nearby dresser. "You were using her! You were using her memory to get to me!"

"Whose, Train?" Creed played innocent, feigning sadness as I widened the space between us, my body still tingling with the feeling of his hand somewhere I had never been touched before.

"Saya's," I snapped angrily, my hands bawling into fists.

"You're not still obsessed with the memory of that witch, are you?" He asked, anger crossing his face for a fleeting second before it was replaced by an amused smile. "Because that's exactly what she is, a "memory", Train. You've got to move on."

"Leave," I growled angrily, strengthening my glare.

"But Train I-"

"LEAVE!" I yelled so loud I was sure anyone within a mile would've heard.

"Alright," Creed replied quietly, shaking his head as he stood from the bed and moved towards the door. "I'll be back. Maybe when you've had a chance to calm down and regain your strength you'll realize what you really want."

I only glared as he left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

I shuddered as the feelings came back, my body suddenly full of strange waves of overwhelming emotions and feelings I had never felt before. I sat heavily on the bed, my hands knotted and my eyes on the ground, before I reached out and yanked the clothes from the chair beside me.

I changed quickly, throwing the clothes Creed had given me from before onto the bed in an attempt to rid myself of the physical feelings Creed had forced on me. I glanced across the room to see a full length mirror hanging on the closet door, my attention held as I caught sight of what I was wearing.

I stepped closer to the reflecting glass, my eyes taking in an all too familiar image. Black pants, black button up shirt, and an old black coat…one I had worn for all too long. I couldn't help but give into the cold shivers that shot up my spin as memories I had tried so hard to bury came back to me.

I returned to the bed and sat down, my body still tired from the fight that had happened…I didn't really know how long ago. I didn't know how long I'd been out, or what had happened in that time. The thought of Creed being in the same room as me while I was unconscious made me sick and I cringed, my grip on the bed tightening.

I let my body fall back onto the bed and my arms fall above me as I stared up at the canopy above me. I breathed in and out slowly, wondering where I was, and where Sven, Rinslet, and Eve were. Were they looking for me? Or had they simply returned to the hotel and found a new target. Oh well, Train's gone, guess we'll just have to be a team of three from now on.

I breathed in deeply and clamped my eyes shut, trying to rid myself of those thoughts. They wouldn't abandon me, especially not here where I was stuck with a raving lunatic and his band of circus freaks.

I sighed heavily and forced myself to open my eyes. This was crazy. I could take care of myself just fine; I didn't need a rescue mission sent to get me out of here. I sat up quickly, wincing as every muscle in my abdomen cried out at the movement, before looking over to where Hades lay on the bay window bench.

Sure, Creed was stronger now, so strong in fact that he had defeated me, but that didn't mean I couldn't try again. I had only used a few of my strongest moves against him, I had never gotten the chance to use Rail Gun, and I knew deep down that move might have been the one to defeat him. Of course it probably would've killed me in the process, but if Creed was back to normal it didn't really matter, as long as his killing spree ended.

I stood up slowly and moved back to the window, retrieving Hades and shoved it into the holster I had on my leg. At least Creed had remembered that part of the old outfit. As for now I didn't know exactly what to do. I wasn't dumb enough to take on all of the Apostles of the Stars, and I wasn't about to wander around this place only to get attacked by one of the raving psychos.

I turned around and sat heavily on the bay window seat, my mind no longer focused on where I was, but how I could get out.