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A/N: Sorry about not updating in ages. I'd love to update every day but, because my schedule is insane, expect irrefular updates. Because I'm in study at school and I have five minutes left, I didn't have much time to really edit so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Besides that, I hope you guys like it!

PureDNA: Haha thanks! I'm sorry about my horrible updating schedule.

Hadex: Will do! Glad you like it :)

Chapter 21

Realizing that Wesley was no longer at her side, Fox slowed to a stop. Fox spun around to see a small group of tourists help a conductor to his feet as the train started down the tracks. She knew Wesley was on that train and she knew the only explanation for that involved Cross. Shit.

Fox ran out of the train station, forgetting about Pekwarsky and slid inside a tourist's car as he unloaded his bands from the trunk. She ignored his shouts as she sped away from him, trying to catch up with the train.

Focusing on the train, she tried to find Wesley. Fox was a trained assassin and a good one at that. In nearly ten years at the Fraternity, she had never missed a target. She recognized the affect her presence would have at the Fraternity. She knew she both feared and venerated amongst her colleagues. She heard their whispers and felt their stares. Fox was elite. Fox was legendary. Now, Fox was making amateur mistakes. She needed to find Wesley

Fox swerved to avoid a crash, forcing her attention to driving, as a few other cars joined her on the dirt road. Glancing back, she found him.

Fuck she thought as she saw Wesley make his way down the train aisle, gun out and screaming something to someone. Assassins were supposed to be stealthy and he had already caught the attention of the entire train station as well as the train. He needed to spend more time in training. He was making immature mistakes and juvenile decisions. He was going to get himself killed.

Fox nearly jumped out of her seat as she saw Wesley's body slam against the window, arms, which she assumed belonged to Cross, wrapped around him. Fox pointed her gun, trying to steady herself enough to be able to shoot one man and not the other. Taking the shot, she swore under her breath as Cross ducked; bringing both men down so that neither were at the receiving end of the bullet. Fox sped up as she watched Cross sprint to the next cart, Wesley following a few seconds later.

Fox lost sight of the men as the train tracks began to hide behind shrubs and trees, separating itself from the road. Seeing no other option, Fox swerved left, hacking through the shrubs and slamming the stolen car through the train, interrupting the shootout between Wesley and Cross.

Fox's vision went blank for a second after her head slammed against the steering wheel. She could feel blood trickling down her temple and there was a searing pain at the right corner of her forehead at the hairline.

Recognizing the leather-clad maniac driver and understanding her intentions, Cross shot at her. For a second, Fox actually thought she was going to die. She was covered in debris and her mind was operating at the speed of a snail, thanks to the forceful contact with the steering wheel. She had no way to deflect the bullet or get out of its way. Fox was going to die.

Then, Wesley shot Cross' bullet out of the air, saving her life, and hopped over the crushed hood of the car to cover behind a seat as he reloaded. Unbeknownst to the three assassins, their train was seconds away from entering a tight tunnel. Both men silently tried to regain their breath and reloaded their weapon, ignoring the presence of the blood stained beauty that had crashed a stolen car into the train, interrupting their fight to the death. It wasn't until they entered the tunnel that the men were forced to acknowledge her.

The back end of the car crashed into the tunnel wall, shaking the car vigorously. The already bloodied and battered Fox slammed into the car walls as the men ducked out from their hiding place and shot at each other.

An attendant made the fatal mistake of pulling the emergency break, oblivious to the car part that had wedged itself into the train wheels. Wesley hopped over the car and slid open the door, trying to locate Cross, who had disappeared in the confusion. Because the assassins' lives could never be easy, the train had begun to derail, sending carts on their way into the water and slamming people, including Wesley, into walls as they plunged toward an untimely death.

Recognizing the situation, Fox shook herself free from the debris and climbed out of the car and held on to a train window, gripping it with her life, as the carts slammed against the cliff wall. Ignoring the fact that her head had been thigh had been gouged with glass and her vision was still fuzzy from the impact, Fox began to climb up the train, using the windows as a rock wall, trying to get to Wesley and Cross.

Fox panicked as the train dropped about fifty feet before catching itself again. She continued to climb, trying to use fear as a drive and not as a haunt. As an assassin, she faced death almost daily. If she wasn't killing she was learning how to kill, practicing and training so that she would never miss a target. Using her past as drive, it was easy. She had been able to rationalize the progression and forced herself into an exhausting routine to ensure that no one would have to go through what she had. With the skills developed through this training, she had lived the past decade almost as if she was indestructible. She had never been put in a position where she was forced to really think about her own death. She had been shot at, occasionally, in times like before, in times of extreme vulnerability. Even then, she wasn't given enough time to ponder over her own death, to fight for survival. Now, as Fox fought as hard as she could, Fox realized she wasn't ready to die. Fox realized that she wanted more out of life than fear and anger. She wanted to allow herself to make friends. She wanted to find a place that made her happy and didn't involve training. She wanted to decide on her favorite ice cream flavor and she wanted to have a group of friends she could talk to about boys and celebrities. She wanted to love and she wanted to be loved. Fox wanted to live.

Then, almost all of the train plunged into the water thousands of feet below them and everyone inside died.

Bells ringing. Got to go. Hope you like it.

-G