Grateful Dead - Call and She Shall Come!

While Mista took care of the enemy, the most the group could do was wait. Trish had placed Narancia's head on her lap icing him down as he had the most severe symptoms out of the entire group. Fiamma was standing in the center of the room looking up at the ceiling.

"Don't worry about Narancia! Save the ice in the glass for yourself! You need to keep your body chilled," Bucciarati said.

"Fanning air and the chill from a cold towel aren't enough. There's no effect unless you use ice. At this rate, he'll be the first to die," Trish said

"Narancia and the rest of us are willing to risk our lives to follow the boss's orders. You just need to think about your safety. You're not here because you want to be here, after all. And as for the enemy who's causing us all to age, Mista will take care of him. I'm sure he'll do something."

Bucciarati's words got softer as his breathing became more labored.

"Hmm…" Fiamma hummed, continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

She moved from her position walking over to the mini-fridge.

"Bucciarati," Fiamma called grabbing the leader's attention.

"If you need to leave or the others get worse come and get me," she said

Before Bucciarati could question what Fiamma meant she crouched further down behind the mini fridge's door, no she was getting smaller. Her body completely disappeared behind the door and then the mini-fridge closed.

"D-Did she just crawl inside? Is she some kind of contortionist?" Trish said

"Bucciarati!"

The gangster's head shot up as a small voice called out to him. He looked up at the red jeweled ceiling just in time to see something fly in.

His eyes widened to see that it was Mista's Stand or a part of it. Number 6.

"Bucciarati!"

"Number 6?"

Number 6 was holding an ice cube in his hand as he fervently explained the situation. When all was said and done Bucciarati knew what he had to do. He stood up about to depart but paused glancing over to the mini-fridge.

"Fiamma…."

Bucciarati walked over to the mini-fridge opening it, not sure what he was expecting.

"Huh?!"

After disposing of Mista, Prosciutto and Pesci searched the train cars looking for the rest of Bucciarati's gang along with Trish. Their search led them to the first car where the controls of the train would be. Prosciutto was able to quickly deduce that finding the group wouldn't be a simple matter, and he would have to think outside of the box to discover their location. He ran his hands against the wall before placing his ears on it checking for any sound.

Pesci crept behind his brother holding his Stand, Beach Boy, closely to him like some kind of security blanket.

"Hey, Pesci. What do you think that presence you felt in this driver's cab was? You don't feel it now?"

Prosciutto questioned his brother as he searched more throughout the train cab.

"A-About that, Bro. You shouldn't expect much from me. I'm not the brightest," Pesci said

Prosciutto stopped his search walking over to his brother. "Pesci, Pesci, Pesci, Pesci, Pesci….." He grabbed his brother's head leaning it down so their foreheads connected. "I believe in you. If you're still concerned about me yelling at you earlier, you just need to be more confident. Your Beach Boy is unbeatable when you actually apply yourself. Right? The presence you felt earlier is extremely suspicious. It's do or die time, Pesci. It's okay to be confident in your ability."

"Re-Really?!"

"Yes! Try to remember. It doesn't matter how trivial it seems." Prosciutto let go of his brother looking around the room. "Did anything seem strange? Like maybe something black?"

Pesci gasped, "Huh? Something...black?" He turned around pointing to the driver's seat. "That's it, Bro! I meant to look under the driver's seat earlier! There was something weird!"

Pesci bent down, so he could look under the seat with his brother right behind him.

As the two men had their sole attention focused on the chair they failed to notice something small exit out the door.

Pesci gaped letting out a string of confused noises when he saw that there was nothing under the seat.

"S-Sorry...I guess I was just imagining it. So, yeah, you shouldn't count on me or my intuition after all."

"No, I don't think you're wrong." Prosciutto said

"Say what?!" Pesci exclaimed

"Excellent work, Pesci. The mystery has been solved. I now understand everything thanks to you." Prosciutto said

"B-Bro? Wh-What are you-?"

Prosciutto bent down pulling a pen from his pocket. "Why is there suddenly animal shit under the driver's seat? This isn't mouse shit, either. If it were a mouse, it'd be dead by now. This shit's not old. It looks like it was just left here. So what does that mean, huh? Stand abilities don't only belong to humans. And that means…..This animal is moving through the shadows! Grateful Dead!"

Grateful Dead came out and started attacking, throwing punches at the control panels. It only took a few blows before the Stand broke off a panel and behind it was Coco Jumbo.

"Wh-What the hell is that?! I-Its a turtle? It's a friggin' turtle?!" Pesci shouted

Coco Jumbo was facing the wall so the key in his back was pointed at Pesci and Prosciutto allowing the two to see inside the jewel giving them a full view of the hidden room.

"We found her! It's Trish! I can see the others, too! Just as I thought, they're all about to die of old age, except for Trish! That settles it! I'll send even more of the aging ability into the turtle! Grateful Dead!"

"Wait a sec, Bro!"

Pesci's shout caused his brother to halt in his attack.

"Isn't there...one...no two guys missing?"

Prosciutto's eyes widened quickly realizing his brother's words were true.

The Grateful Dead

Power - B

Speed - E

Range - B

Durability - A

Precision - E

Potential - C

Mista's body stayed still and unmoving on the ground. One would think he was dead especially with the three bullet holes on the top of his head. There was a soft cry before a bullet was pushed out of every hole.

"Mista! Please get up!"

Number 5 crawled out, having been the one to have pushed the bullets out. He was holding a tiny piece of ice as he crawled down Mista's head.

"This is all the ice I have left, but please feel better!"

Number 5 rubbed the ice on Mista's face and the gunman groaned a tad.

"I'm not sure if it's thanks to my attentive nature, or if I was just lucky, but because I put that piece of ice I'd picked up earlier into my hat, Number 5 it seems you were able to reverse the aging. Thanks for stopping those bullets for me, all three of them."

Number 5 started to cry harder.

"Number 5….I have one more request…."

"If you want to send one of us to Bucciarati, I already revived Number 6, and he went to go ahead! He took the ice in your pocket and went to tell them that two enemies were heading for the turtle!"

"That's perfect...I don't need the ice anymore….after all…."

"Mista!"

"It's Bucciarati! One of them missing is Bucciarati, Bro! They had two new members, right? One of them's a woman. She's missing too!" Pesci shouted

Bucciarati was hidden well, and he had his targets in sight while they were completely unaware of his location.

"It doesn't matter! All that matters is that we take Trish alive! Grateful Dead!"

*BAM*

Bucciarati appeared from a zipper hole in the ceiling and Sticky Fingers struck Grateful Dead, but the enemy Stand was able to block at the last moment.

"What the hell?!" Pesci shouted

"You're pretty intuitive….And fast, too. I just have to defeat him, right? The one in black!" Bucciarati said

"That's right, Bucciarati." Number Six was holding onto Bucciarati as he held ice to the man's face. "If you defeat him, everyone's aging will be reversed! Don't let that thing touch you! If it does, you'll age way, way faster!"

Grateful Dead stuck out its arm's attempting to grab a hold of Sticky Fingers but it blocked each grab.

"Get 'em!" Number 5 shouted

"That woman! Where's that woman?!"

Pesci shouted frantically looking around the room awaiting another sneak attack just like Bucciarati had done.

"Mista! Mista!" Number 5 cried as the last bit of ice melted away.

It wouldn't be too long before the aging effects claimed Mista's life.

"Ribbit!"

A croaking noise sounded from Mista's left. He didn't have the strength to move his body but he was able to spot something brown and green out of the corner of his eye.

The thing moved, no it hopped, towards Mista, until it landed on his face.

"Mista! It's a frog! A frog," Number 5 said

"A-A frog….gross, but it's cold almost like ice."

"The Wood Frog! When winter comes around these creatures can freeze their bodies almost completely solid. They can survive temperatures as low as zero degrees Fahrenheit and when spring rolls around they simply thaw out and hop away."

The frog let out a croak then opened its mouth slapping its tongue on Mista's face rather close to his eye.

He let out a low groan from the feeling of the wet and slimy appendage on his face.

The cold frog on Mista's face scathed off the aging effects. For a second, it seems like it had stopped as a few people started to get up de-aging, but that only lasted a brief moment before everyone was once again turned into elderly husks of themselves. The frog dragged itself all over Mista's face, keeping him cool, just enough to stop the gangster from growing any older and perishing from its effects. The natural lighting coming into the train car started to get lower as the sun began its descent across the skyline.

"Bucciarati…."

The train suddenly came to a screeching halt. The frog and Number 5 clung onto Mista as his body slid across the train car floor.

"Wha-"

A sharp whistle echoed in the air and the frog all but vanished.

Beach Boy

Power - C

Speed - B

Range - B

Durability - C

Precision - C

Potential - A

Bucciarati brought his fingers to his lips giving a sharp whistle.

Pesci held Coco up about to smash the turtle on the ground but his arm paused for a brief moment wondering what Bucciarati was doing, but he had no time to ponder as the sound of shattering glass. His eyes widened when he saw some strange brown ball come hurtling out of one of the train car windows.

The strange ball unfurled, revealing it to be some kind of animal.

"The three-banded armadillo! Armadillos have an armor made of overlapping plates that cover their heads down to their tails. Folding its body in half, it can tuck its head and legs into a protective shell of armor."

The armadillo soared towards Pesci and midair its form took on a different shape becoming Fiamma. Pesci had no time to react as Fiamma's foot connected with his face. As Pesci fell back Fiamma grabbed the turtle yanking it out of his hands then she grabbed Trish by the girl's waist pulling her back. As she moved out of the way Sticky Fingers came forth and attacked Pesci.

"Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari! Ari!"

Trish and Fiamma watched as Sticky Fingers yelled pummeling Pesci. His body was suspended midair for a brief moment before several zippers appeared on his skin.

"Arrivederci." Bucciarati said

And with that Pesci's body unzipped and his limbs were scattered all over the ground, a few landing in the lake nearby.

"He's here."

Fiamma led Bucciarati over to Prosciutto's body, the man lying still, covered in blood, about a foot away from the train.

She reached into Prosciutto's jacket and pulled out a mobile phone handing it over to Bucciarati.

"Good job Fiamma," Bucciarati told Fiamma, his praise going for all Fiamma had done.

He gave Fiamma a pat on the head and the woman didn't seem at all bothered by the action and the fact that she leaned in more to the stroke implied that she enjoyed it. Like an owner rewarding their dog for being good.

Bucciarati glanced at the phone sighing. "As I figured, we won't be able to continue riding this train."

Fiamma's hair moved a bit and out popped Sex Pistol's Number 6, when the Stand had taken up residence in her locks she had no clue.

"Yeah. There's no way that they haven't contacted the rest of their crew." Number 6 said

"I'm sure they told the others about our destination and the turtle. We'll have to use another form of transportation from here," Bucciarati said

A few feet away, Trish hadn't moved, still sitting on the ground, staring down at her hand.

"There's something I want to ask you." She looked up at Bucciarati and Fiamma. "Are you willing to give me an answer?"

"I haven't been given permission to answer any of your questions. Our mission is solely to be your bodyguards," Bucciarati said

"You are going to answer me." Trish lifted her hand and an aura of power briefly radiated off of her. "Who am I? What the hell is this?"

Trish placed her hand back on the ground showing a large clawed handprint embed in the ground.

"What's this on the ground?" Trish pointed at Fiamma. "How did she turn into an animal? Why can I suddenly see bizarre things?"

Bucciarati was speechless as he stared at Trish.

"Why is my life endangered because of a father I don't even know?!" Trish exclaimed

Fiamma tilted her head, "She's a Stand user then?"

"Answer me!" Trish shouted