Author : Dùlin
Characters : Clever, Train, Creed
Rating : R
Warnings : angstiness
O.O.O.O
Clever hasn't heard or seen anything, but the man is there, behind them.
"It's been a while, Train."
Mr. Train doesn't turn around. Clever lowers the gun almost instinctively and tries his best to be non-threatening. It's a waste of time, anyway. They both have forgotten about his existence.
"What are you doing here ?" Mr. Train asks.
The man laughs. The sound crawls on Clever's skin until he whishes he were anywhere but here.
"Isn't it obvious ? I miss you, Train."
Clever wants to snap at the man, to yell at him for talking to Mr. Train with such familiarity. But he's rooted to the spot. He knows that if he makes a move, he's dead.
"Get the fuck out of here, Creed."
The man laughs again.
"I've missed that about you, too. The way your voice can make me wonder when you are going to kill me. But you haven't killed me yet, have you, Train ?"
Clever doesn't have the time to be scared. By the time he understands why his ears are ringing, it's over.
The man wipes the blood oozing from the cut on his cheek and licks his fingers clean.
"I came to say goodbye, Train. You weren't the first in line for that position, you know ? I'm almost jealous."
"Then why don't you take my place ?"
Clever hates that man's laugh.
"I think this will be an extraordinary opportunity to watch you doing what you do best. I know you're going to make me proud, Train. I'm looking forward to it."