Butch had his guys along with Blake's to stop their horses by the cavalry's. He got off of his and let Rebecca down, despite her silent protest. The gangs were about to approach the train when: "Oh thank God you're here!" Butch looked ahead and saw Captain Fuller with a worker. He raised an eyebrow. "The hell ya jabberin' 'bout?!" he asked. The worker explained, "That child and the old man have been in that train yelling at each other non-stop!"

Some reason that didn't concern him at all. "An' yer point?" he asked with his arms crossed. Then Fuller pointed to the train where they had last left Blake. The gangs turned to the car and saw three silhouettes in the car. They look like they were having a huge verbal fight. "Does that look like a calm argument to you?!" Fuller asked. Butch rolled his eyes and muttered, "Shit..."

In the car, Lamia smirked and continued playing his violin and watched the most interesting chess match he has seen: Shakespearean Blackboard Chess. Blake and Davison had to either quote a play by Shakespeare or say their move in Shakespearean, then draw their piece on the checkerboard. Now it was Blake's turn. "Hmhmm~. Very impressive, doct'r. But unfortunately, thou misplac'd thy rook. Argal, mine knight can take him and go to hell as they say~," she said erasing the rook and replacing it with her knight. She smirked and crossed her arms in her small victory. "Hm. So I see. Looks like thou've caught mine flaw," Davison said. Blake smirked. "But thou also art caught in mine trap!" Blake shot her head up to him. "Come again?!" she asked. Davison explained, "Thou see, while thou wast so focus'd on capturing mine rook, thou fail'd to see mine king hath had an opening after thy rook took mine two pawns." She turned to the blackboard and saw his king out in the open. "So. . . i'll just take thy knight right about. . . anon," he grinned and erased her knight and replaced it with his king.

Suddenly, Blake giggled. Davison looked at he confusingly. "What now?" he asked. She smiled and said, "Thou just left thy king in the open. I believe thou forgot that I had not only mine other knight out in the open, but I also hast mine rook, mine queen and mine king cornering thy king. so, I can proudly say..." she moved her last knight right by his king. "Check mate~." Davison saw her trap on the board and admitted defeat. "So thou hast defeat'd me. I am impress'd," he said. She crossed her arms and smirked; Lamia stopped playing his violin.

"Interesting match you two!" Lamia commented. They turned to Lamia and asked, "What's the score?" Lamia pulled out a piece of paper and announced, "50-50-"

"50-50?!"

Lamia shrugged and said, "That's what I have on here." Blake approached him and snatched the paper out of his hand and said, "Now that cain't be right! You sure you kept track o' all this?" Lamia rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "Ambrose won the first five matches, then you got back at him for the next five, and then it kept repeating on that cycle until round 80 with half and half." The two looked at him blankly. "For God's sake I am a British gentleman, not a scorekeeper!" he exclaimed. Blake handed the paper back to Lamia. She turned to Davison and said, "I think we better call it quits fer today..." Davison agreed. A few moments later, Blake asked, "Ever get the feelin' that yer bein' watched?" Davison shrugged and replied, "Sometimes... But then again, I am a doctor. Why?"

The two turned their heads simultaneously to the door and saw Butch and the gang standing at the entrance. An awkward silence immediately filled the train car. Blake pursed her lips and spoke up, "Well, this just got awkward real quickly…" Butch glanced over at Davison and squinted his eyes as if he was saying, "What the hell did you do?" Davison reacted to his look by pointing both his thumbs to Blake and Lamia and saying, "These two made me do it!" Blake and Lamia both gave him a "You traitor" look.

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Conversations were ringing around the dinner table. Jake, Walliwitz, Scuzz, and Frank were chatting about their homes; Freighter, Edgar, Ray, and Cole talked about politics; and Blake, Butch, Danny and Rebecca just kept quiet. Danny noticed Blake's knife and tried to touch it. From the corner of her eye, she saw his hand go for her knife. She drew her knife out carefully and grinned while she explained to him about the dagger. Butch looked over and watch the conversation. He never thought that Blake was that good with kids. He chuckled.

Out of the blue, Cole announced, "Would anyone like a drink?" Of course, most of the guys said yes, but Blake, however: "Um, no thanks, Cole. I don' drink-"

"That doesn't surprise me one bit."

Blake's eyes widened as she recognized the voice. At the same time, all conversations ceased. Blake, Butch and Scuzz were the only ones who didn't turn their heads to Joe, cigar in his mouth. Danny put the knife back by Blake and turned to Joe too, wondering where he had come from. "Hola, mi sobrina," said Joe in a calm tone. Blake hesitantly replied in Spanish, "...Hola, tío." Joe smiled and said, "You still have that tone of voice in you after all these years." Blake could feel that everyone knew that Joe was up to no good, even Davison. She gulped and asked, "Whaddya mean by that?" Joe approached them slowly with a dark chuckle and said, "Eight years later, I can tell the amount of anxiety that cloaks your speech. It never has ceased to amaze me how much of that one person can have." Blake's hand inched closer to the knife. Joe stopped right behind her and examined her hair. "You've cut it short. Seems to suit you well," he commented and kept walking. Blake's gang had their hands on their guns, ready to shoot him.

"I apologize for making my appearance so sudden-" Blake took a hold of the knife, awaiting Butch's okay to attack him, "-I had some... paper work to finish up in my office, I lost track of time." Butch's eyes met Blake's and he nodded his head to take Joe down. Blake took hold of the knife, quietly got out of her chair, and snuck up on Joe. "I already had my dinner, but I am willing to have a drink or two-" Blake raised her knife and was ready to stab him, but Joe quickly turned around and grabbed her wrist. In reaction, Blake's gang stood up and drew their guns out, even Butch and Frank. "Nice try, though~," Joe commented, "And if you're going to kill a black magician such as I, you all should have put some more effort into it."

Blake struggled out of his grip but he was far too strong for her. "Even if you could get out, there is no escape-" He stopped and turned his head and was able to block Freighter who was about to hit him in the head with a chair. Joe smirked, "I like the approach." Freighter struggled as well to get the chair out of his grip. "But you aren't worth my time." With that, Joe gathered enough psychokinetic energy and threw Freighter at a wall along with the chair. The force of impact made Freighter gag a little blood. With Blake, he slammed her against the table multiple times before being stopped by Jake and Walliwitz. Ray grabbed a bayonet and charged at Joe; unfortunately, Joe repeled him and the bayonet stabbed Ray in the shoulder, Jake and Walliwitz were slammed against each other and Jake was thrown against a wall where then a painting came down and hit him on top of the head. Frank and Scuzz were pulling on Blake to get her out as Edgar grabbed the hidden dagger from his cane; the three were immediately out of his sight.

Joe took ahold of Blake and slammed her against the wall with his arm. He took the cigar out of his mouth and hissed through his teeth saying, "You think you and your men were so clever as to assault me?! You really should have thought that through!" As he talked, smoke overpowered Blake's nostrils. She squirmed and replied, "Yeah well-mph- At least my nose didn't hafta think through yer smokin'." He was offended and replied, "Why you, imputed little-" Then, he took the cigar and jabbed it right onto her collar bone. She yelped by the burning pain. Joe removed the burning stub from her and said, "You've got quite the nerve to say boludeces like that."

Joe heard a safety pull back from behind him. "Put 'er down. Right now." Joe could identify that voice; it was Butch. Joe raised an eyebrow. "Or what?" he asked sarcastically. Butch put the barrel of his gun right on the back of Joe's head and replied, "Er I'm gonna blast a hole in ya..."

"Think you can do a little better than tha-"

"JES' PUT MY DAUGHTER DOW-"

Butch stopped and covered his mouth with his free hand, realizing what he just said. Joe turned to him, surprised. He then smiled mockingly and laughed, saying, "I'm sorry- Your WHAT?" Butch didn't answer.

"You know everyone heard you... Right?" Joe asked. Butch still didn't answer. Joe's face went immediately to stern and fierce. "Just as I suspected," he muttered. Joe then threw Butch across the table, then slammed him down on the floor; a knife dug right into his shoulder as he screamed in pain. Blake kicked Joe in the hip and he dropped her. Blake headed to the door and right as she reached it, Captain Fuller shot at her but missed, hitting the doorframe. Joe recovered and hissed "Dammit!"

Joe immediately turned to Danny and Rebecca ordering, "Captain! Take those two and get them out of here!" Fuller took them but before they could get to the door, a gunshot went off and a bullet hit Fuller in the arm after it had ricocheted off the door frame. Heads turned as they saw Davison holding a gun in his hand. He smiled and chuckled with a "Whoops. Finger must have slipped."

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Blake slammed the train door shut and ran through the next car. Out the other end she smirked as she thought of her escape from this crazy hell hole when-

"Hold it right there!"

Blake turned her head and saw a man with a white cowboy hat, black attire with the exception of the red bandanna, and a black mask. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's with the mask?" The man, John Reid, lowered his aim, turned to the roof of the train and shouted, "EVEN SHE THINKS I LOOK RIDICULOUS!" Blake looked at John, then to an Indian with a dead crow on his head, then back to John. "Uuum...," she muttered. John snapped at her, "Don't ask. Okay?!" The sound of glass breaking made the two turn to the source behind Blake. She turned to John and said, "Time to go!" and scaled the ladder and onto the roof followed by John. Blake came face-to-face with Tonto once she got on. "NOT Wendigo!" he said. She turned to John who in return replied, "Again. Don't ask!"

"Yeah, well, I ain't got time ta explain this m'self!" she replied pointing to the continued sound of breaking glass.

Tonto asked, "What makes you certain you have no time for-" Suddenly the train jerked forward and began to pick up speed. John picked himself up and yelled, "Now what's goin' on?!" Blake got herself and Tonto up and said, "Well somebody had to of done that!" She turned around and saw a hand emerge from below. Her eyes widened as she told Johna and Tonto to run. "Run?" John asked, "Whaddya-"

"JUST DO IT!"

John shrugged and followed her along with Tonto.

Suddenly, gunshots went off. The trio ducked and dodged bullets while running from Joe and Cole. "What the hell is with those two?!" John yelled. Tonto asked, "When to jump?" Blake looked at the Indian like he was crazy and said, "Uh-uh! We are NOT jumpin' off a fuckin' movin' locomotive!" More bullets rang past their ears. "Well sometime now!" John screamed. Blake shrugged and replied, "Okay. You two go!" and shoved John and Tonto aside. She could hear them scream as they fell and into the river below. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" She couldn't help but smirk.

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"Will you quit fidgeting, Cavendish?! That knife's going to dig deeper into you if you keep moving!" said a nagging Davison to an irritated Butch. He already had to put a bandage around Jake's head after a frame caused a couple of stitches, remove splinters from Freighter, and take a bayonet out of Ray. Butch clenched his teeth as the pain flowed throughout his shoulder. "I almost... Got it out... and- There!" Davison quickly pulled the knife out; Butch yelped and cursed out of pain.

"There. Not so bad, now, was it?" Davison asked. Butch glared at him and muttered, "Shut... up...!"

"Well now what do we do?! Joe an' Cole 're out there 'bout ready ta kill Blake-"

Davison interrupted saying, "The only thing is- Those two WILL kill her for a blood sacrifice and-"

Butch grabbed Davison by the collar and said through his teeth, "A WHAT?!"

Davison hesitated and sighed. He explained to them, "Cole made a pact with Joe to kill Blake for a sort of blood sacrifice for this demon spirit Joe conjured years back. This spirit will only take blood from the young ones." Jake asked, "Define young..." He shrugged and replied, "Somewhere between 10 and 22 years of age. For some reason, Blake is smacked right in the middle of that range. And I'm fairly certain she's the perfect specimen for this." Butch stared into his eyes angrily. "This is as far as I know about this. I don't know anything else, I swear to you."

Gunshots were faintly heard over the sound of wheels clicking on rail. Their heads turned to the sound. "Quickyl! You have to stop them!" Davison said. The gangs headed for the door; Butch had his hand on the door handle before Davison called him out: "Wait. Butch." Butch turned to him. Davison told him, "...If what Joe said was true about Blake about being of corrupted mundane blood, then she will die tonight…"

On the rooftops, Blake had Lamia distract and stall Joe and Cole as she headed back to the train with the gangs. She never noticed Edgar's head appearing and stepped and leapt off of him. The force made Edgar's head slam against the edge of the roof, cutting his forehead. Blake heard his scream of pain and replied, "Scusate, Ed!" A gunshot came from Cole's gun and a bullet hit Blake on the leg and she collapsed. She cursed under her breath from the pain.

Once Cole and Joe got to Blake, she stood back up and tried to fight them off. Blake knocked Joe's gun out of his hands and kicked it off the train. As Joe tried to recover his gun, Blake made her way to Cole and got his gun away from him, knocked him down, and held him down with her foot. She clicked back the safety and said, "Any last words 'fore I blow yer head off?" Cole saw Joe pull another gun out of his coat and pointed it right at Blake. He smirked and replied, "Tell me how it feels to slowly die." She raised an eyebrow in his response but quickly realized what he meant, turned around and-

BANG!

She stood there. A wave of numbness filled her stomach. She put her hand right where she thought the bullet had hit her. She pulled her hand back slowly and her eyes widened by what she saw: blood. Another shot rang out; this time it was painful. A third shot rang, a bullet going through her shoulder. She dropped her gun and fell to her knees, clutching on to her stomach and coughing blood. Joe approached her and motioned to Cole to hold her head up. Cole knelt down, grabbed her hair and held her head up to where she was facing Joe.

The Spaniard smirked and knelt down. He commented, "You think you are unstoppable with your abilities and your youth. But you must know, people have to come to an end." Blake stared at Joe and replied, "I wasn' plannin' on bein' unstoppable…" and coughed up more blood. Joe's anger rose and he smacked her hard across the face. She hung her head low and never looked at him. Joe pulled out a knife and said, "I told Seth this would be quick and painless-" Joe put the tip of the blade at her chest, "-but I do not believe in that sort of shit." and he swiped the blade, drawing blood. Blake didn't flinch. Joe pulled out a beaker and let the blood drip in it. Once he felt he had enough in there, he ordered Cole to let her go; and he did. Joe stood up and watched Blake rock back and forth slowly. He smirked and said, "Los siento… mi sobrina." and he kicked her off the train.

Joe smirked as he heard Butch scream for her and ordered the gangs to jump after her.

Blake opened her eyes and her vision was blurred. Soon, all she felt was water all around her. Then her whole world went black.