The train stopped in Geneva, where the two stowaways were booted off. Night
was falling, the sky dark, and the moon was beginning to be the only light
that guided the lone travelers.
"So, where are we?" Mock asked a passerby at the train yards.
He looked at him for a second before replying, " You're in the town of Geneva."
Mock and Charlotte looked at each other, " Geneva?"
So, they departed from the train yards and walked through the small town with a few apartment buildings and many houses. It was set up like a city, rows of houses, both vertically and horizontally, but the roads were neater.
From the shadows they heard a voice, " Got kicked off the train, heh?"
They both turned around to face the man in the shadows.
"Yeah, so wats it to ya?" Charlotte demanded.
"Calm down, girlie, I got a way for you to get to Binghamton."
Mock warily gazed at the place where the voice seemed to come from, " Show yourself."
A small man with dirty trousers and a stained white shirt walked over to them. His brown hair was greasy and his beard had food stuck in it from the last meal that he ate. His green eyes shined evilly as he told them, " See, a disgusting old man who needs to get to Newburgh. I have a way to help you get to Binghamton, though."
"How'd ya know dat we got kicked off da train?" Chalotte questioned.
"Word travels fast in this town." He replied coolly.
Mock held caution in his voice as he asked, " How ya gonna git us ta Binghamton?"
He pointed down the road. " See that big, white house?"
"Yeah," Char and Mock replied.
"Well, the guy is leaving for Binghamton tomorrow. If you give me 2 dollars, I'll help you get in the back of his carriage."
Charlotte had heard about scams like this from her brother, " I'll give ya 4 bits now, 4 bits in da mornin, and a dolla when we git on da carriage."
The man greedily licked his lips, " You got yourself a deal, girlie. You stay in the alleyway across the street, and I'll come get you in the morning."
Charlie and Mock crossed the road, and stepped into the cool and dank alley.
"Dat was too easy," Charlotte breathed.
"Dats why I think somethin' is up wit it," Mock answered.
"Well, da only ting ta do is ta wait an see wat happens."
Since it was late, Charlotte and Mock lay down andfell asleep. Later on though, Mock heard a shuffling near the entrance, opened his eyes, and quietly shook Charlie awake.
"Wha?" she started to say, but Mock held a finger to his lips.
She nodded, her honey eyes wide and cautious. He pulled her behind a few barrels, and they crouched, waiting for the intruder to come in.
They didn't have to wait long, because the man from the street came in with two large men with knives.
"I'm telling you, that girl was loaded, and cautious about what she said. I say, we kill them get their stuff, and go." The dirty man whispered.
The men behind him grunted, and began to search the alley. Slowly, they made their way to the place when the teens were hidden, and stopped.
Mock shallowed his breathing, and motioned for Char to do the same. He took the knife out of his boot and held in menacingly, just in case they were found.
"Hey, boss," the man with the larger knife said. " I heard something behind those barrels."
Both Mock and Charlie mentally kicked themselves, and got ready to fight.
"So go look!"
One man came over and knocked over a barrel close to the duo. Mock sprang up and plunged his knife deep into the belly of the attacker. The other goons rushed forward, and attacked Mock, thinking the girl was not dangerous.
But Charlotte grabbed the dying mans knife, and started to help Mock. She left the armed man with Mock, while she ambushed the unarmed one. Within minutes, she had his throat pressed up to the knife, and his hands held behind his back.
"Tell your guy to back off," she growled in his ear.
"Griffin. Off." He hoarsely called.
The man named Griffin looked over and saw his manager in danger, and he backed off of Mock, and made his way towards Charlotte.
"One more move, mista, an I'll have his throat."
Griffin just laughed easily, and rushed at the girl. He threw himself on he and sent her sprawling to the floor. He then attempted to kill her, but she fought with all that was in her. Squealing, she looked over Griffin's shoulder to see the dirty man on the floor, and Mock sneaking up, preparing to attack him.
"This'll teach you to mess with the big boys." Griffin told her, before Mocks knife was plunged into his back.
"Ahh!" he screamed as blood rushed from the wound.
"Up. Up. Let's go!" Mock persisted, but Charlotte grabbed the bags, and took the mens knives.
They hurried down the street, their bloody and bruised bodies aching.
The last thing Charlotte remembered was seeing the white house, before blackness spun into her head, and she landed with a thump.
Buah, hah hah, now be a nice person and click that pretty purple button down there. Go on!
"So, where are we?" Mock asked a passerby at the train yards.
He looked at him for a second before replying, " You're in the town of Geneva."
Mock and Charlotte looked at each other, " Geneva?"
So, they departed from the train yards and walked through the small town with a few apartment buildings and many houses. It was set up like a city, rows of houses, both vertically and horizontally, but the roads were neater.
From the shadows they heard a voice, " Got kicked off the train, heh?"
They both turned around to face the man in the shadows.
"Yeah, so wats it to ya?" Charlotte demanded.
"Calm down, girlie, I got a way for you to get to Binghamton."
Mock warily gazed at the place where the voice seemed to come from, " Show yourself."
A small man with dirty trousers and a stained white shirt walked over to them. His brown hair was greasy and his beard had food stuck in it from the last meal that he ate. His green eyes shined evilly as he told them, " See, a disgusting old man who needs to get to Newburgh. I have a way to help you get to Binghamton, though."
"How'd ya know dat we got kicked off da train?" Chalotte questioned.
"Word travels fast in this town." He replied coolly.
Mock held caution in his voice as he asked, " How ya gonna git us ta Binghamton?"
He pointed down the road. " See that big, white house?"
"Yeah," Char and Mock replied.
"Well, the guy is leaving for Binghamton tomorrow. If you give me 2 dollars, I'll help you get in the back of his carriage."
Charlotte had heard about scams like this from her brother, " I'll give ya 4 bits now, 4 bits in da mornin, and a dolla when we git on da carriage."
The man greedily licked his lips, " You got yourself a deal, girlie. You stay in the alleyway across the street, and I'll come get you in the morning."
Charlie and Mock crossed the road, and stepped into the cool and dank alley.
"Dat was too easy," Charlotte breathed.
"Dats why I think somethin' is up wit it," Mock answered.
"Well, da only ting ta do is ta wait an see wat happens."
Since it was late, Charlotte and Mock lay down andfell asleep. Later on though, Mock heard a shuffling near the entrance, opened his eyes, and quietly shook Charlie awake.
"Wha?" she started to say, but Mock held a finger to his lips.
She nodded, her honey eyes wide and cautious. He pulled her behind a few barrels, and they crouched, waiting for the intruder to come in.
They didn't have to wait long, because the man from the street came in with two large men with knives.
"I'm telling you, that girl was loaded, and cautious about what she said. I say, we kill them get their stuff, and go." The dirty man whispered.
The men behind him grunted, and began to search the alley. Slowly, they made their way to the place when the teens were hidden, and stopped.
Mock shallowed his breathing, and motioned for Char to do the same. He took the knife out of his boot and held in menacingly, just in case they were found.
"Hey, boss," the man with the larger knife said. " I heard something behind those barrels."
Both Mock and Charlie mentally kicked themselves, and got ready to fight.
"So go look!"
One man came over and knocked over a barrel close to the duo. Mock sprang up and plunged his knife deep into the belly of the attacker. The other goons rushed forward, and attacked Mock, thinking the girl was not dangerous.
But Charlotte grabbed the dying mans knife, and started to help Mock. She left the armed man with Mock, while she ambushed the unarmed one. Within minutes, she had his throat pressed up to the knife, and his hands held behind his back.
"Tell your guy to back off," she growled in his ear.
"Griffin. Off." He hoarsely called.
The man named Griffin looked over and saw his manager in danger, and he backed off of Mock, and made his way towards Charlotte.
"One more move, mista, an I'll have his throat."
Griffin just laughed easily, and rushed at the girl. He threw himself on he and sent her sprawling to the floor. He then attempted to kill her, but she fought with all that was in her. Squealing, she looked over Griffin's shoulder to see the dirty man on the floor, and Mock sneaking up, preparing to attack him.
"This'll teach you to mess with the big boys." Griffin told her, before Mocks knife was plunged into his back.
"Ahh!" he screamed as blood rushed from the wound.
"Up. Up. Let's go!" Mock persisted, but Charlotte grabbed the bags, and took the mens knives.
They hurried down the street, their bloody and bruised bodies aching.
The last thing Charlotte remembered was seeing the white house, before blackness spun into her head, and she landed with a thump.
Buah, hah hah, now be a nice person and click that pretty purple button down there. Go on!
