He dropped from the building, sweat caking his shirt, causing the wound to sting. The man lifted his head, then ran, his hair flying wildly.
Something careened into him, a truck coated in a dark aura. He pointed the small pistol at a dark blue cloak, which suddenly vanished.
"Get away from me," the Trainman groaned. He jumped to his feet and ran down the subway stairs.
Four others followed him.
The Trainman checked his many watches, and then looked up with a wild grin. He fired forward as the cloaked figure reappeared. It dodged and created a black shield.
He jumped into the railroad as a screeching sound drew nearer.
One of the figures jumped into the pit, but the Trainman punched him backwards. He looked surprised, but the Trainman was not. He was God here.
The Trainman leapt up and out of the pit one second before the train whizzed by.
By the time the subway had gone by, the Trainman had disappeared. The five shook their heads.
"He got away."
"The authorities want him for something."
Three tall men in suits walked into the dimly lit room. "I see you have failed, again. What use are you to us if you cannot even catch a train?"
The leader lifted his head.
"Don't worry. We'll get you your man."