007: Black Ivy: Chapter 4

I stared at him in stupid surprise for a few moments and then someone knocked at the door of the compartment. I glanced at Alex who shrugged. Then a shrill voice came from the other side of the door. "Tea? Or snacks?"

Alex looked confused as I answered for him. "No thanks." I said. The shrill voice came again. "Are you sure? They're to DIE FOR." The voice sounded faker and faker, like a man trying to do a woman's voice.

The door slid open and a huge man was standing there, with a sick grin on his face. He had a black tuff of hair at the bottom of his chin and barely any hair on his shining head.

He was wearing a black suit and looked more like he was on the way to a meeting than what he was actually here for. And the real reason he was here was probably not to give out tea and biscuits.

He walked into the room and tossed one of my bags aside so it landed at my feet. He then pulled out a small gun and pointed it right at my head. Only that he probably had terrible aim and took a few moments to perfectly pinpoint my brain, when he fired,

I had seconds to duck and roll behind one of my bags. My head banged off one of the side pockets of a bag, holding my bottle of water. Something glistened behind the water. I couldn't make it out because the water made it disoriented. I pulled out my water bottle and saw that it was a pistol.

I picked it up and looked at where the man was standing, take shots at Alex, who had wisely picked up a thick suitcase and was using it as a shield. The man was firing like mad at the suitcase. I aimed at the man with the pistol and he didn't even see me.

He was blind with fury that none of his bullets actually were hitting Alex. I shot him in the shoulder and he yelled in pain. I look a better shot and it hit him in his heart. He fell and slumped on the ground. He lay still for a few seconds and then the train was reduced to darkness.

I couldn't see a thing. We must have gone through a tunnel or something... a very, very, very long tunnel. Then a voice rang throughout the compartment. "My, my, haven't you grown?"

The voice was the reason why I was always weary of flowers, that I never touched anything without knowing exactly what it did and what it was useful for. The reason why I never trusted anyone that I didn't know. The reason that I was always afraid of the dark and what hid in it.

It was the voice of Safin.