Chapter 2 - The Metro Bends to No Man
"Kalain… Are you sure you want to put yourself through this?"
"Yes, father…" Kalain's young voice replied with a sincere and serious tone. His ice-cold eyes with a determined look in them. "Why do you want to waste your life like this?"
"Haven't you already figured that out, dad? I want to see the sunlight again, breath fresh air again, and I want you to be there with me when I do…" His father, somewhat resembling him, A tall man with a strong build, though his eyes resembled that of a hazelnut or the color of rust on an old metal pipe, and his hair a blonde. Kalain's room was small, only having room for a small bed and a table. His old photos push-pinned into the soft wooden wall, the dampness rusting the points of the pins. The pictures were old ones of his mother and father together, her eyes where the deep blue, and her hair black as night, he thought he looked much more like his mother. His father sighed and walked over to the wall of pictures, he took one in his hand and looked down on it somberly. "You're just like your mother… you know? She would be the first one to sign up for the Order... if she hadn't…" He clenched a fist, "Its all my fault… isn't? You're leaving to get revenge for her death… While I'm here moping about…"
"Dad… I'm going to make sure her death wasn't in vain, she died saving someone so they could go back home… to the surface…"
Kalain gets his gear together at the small market at their station, everyone knew each other and people were disappointed but glad at Kalain leaving. "Who else with your aim is going to protect us?"
"Be careful out there Kalain, I heard there are things on the surface no matter how good you shoot, can't be killed." Kalain felt heavier now with all his newly acquired gear... Jeremiah hits a can from out of the bottom of a box. "Jeremiah, I thought I told you not in public, people might begin to suspect things that wouldn't be good for the both of us." He stopped, the jingle of bullets clanging together in a bag and the sound of Kalain's breathing is all is heard "Thanks, Jeremiah…" He soon arrived home to say goodbye his dad, the place he had known and loved for so long was about to be gone for who knows long, It was a worrying thought. "Dad… I'm going to leave soon…" Kalain's dad walks out of his own room, his eyes puffy from crying. He put his hands on Kalain's shoulders. His eyes filled with pride and admiration,"Son. I'm so proud of you…"
"Thanks...Dad." Kalain felt sad, his blue eyes soft now staring deep into his father's eyes. "You better be going son."
"Goodbye, I'll try to visit as soon as I can." His father smiled warmly. Though his smile vanished… "Kalain, wait.."
"What's wrong?" His father's voice went serious like he hadn't been crying. "Remember one thing… The Metro Bends to no Man's Will, Don't try to bend it to your's…"
Good thing there's something that's no man with me He looked up, somehow finding the entity following him around. It gave a small sound… "What about Jeremiah's will?" he whispered to himself as he walked out of his home station onto the train to Polis. He felt the entity's feelings. Jeremiah was sad, someone who was close to him was gone, though, Jeremiah didn't know who.
He was mostly alone on the train, only two others rode along with him. He barely knew them, they looked elderly and worn, but they seemed pretty cheerful. The rail car clunked as Kalain drove it, the handle going up and down squeaking loudly and echoing in the tunnels. A dark mist begins to cloud around them, the single lamp growing dimmer… "What's going on?" one of the passengers spoke up, "I don't know, but be prepared…" Kalain replied, his hand moving to his revolver. "Shh..sh…" They passed through the cloud, on the other side the two appearing unharmed. "What the hell was that?" one of the passengers asked. Kalain didn't know but he made a mistake that he would regret for the rest of his life. He looked back to see what seemed to be his mother, her face twisted and bloodied. He wiped his eyes, and looked back, to see she was gone. "What the Hell, is that stuff radioactive?" He then turned back around and jumped. His mother's twisted face stares into his soul, her eyes dead and hot an evil grin on her face. "W-what the fu~" Before he could pull his revolver out he was sent over the edge of the railcar, in a moment of terror he looked into his mother's eyes once more before being met with the hard, cold, and damp ground, then… Black… "KALAIN! OH SHIT! STOP THE DAMNED RAILCAR!"
"Kalain…" his name, it seemed distant. All he could feel was his head pounding and blood running down his forehead. "Kalain… KALAIN!" it was louder now, then gunshots "Fuck! Wake up!" Kalain opened his eyes, "Gods have been favorable, get up! Davai Davai!" Watchmen… Rat-Like creatures with fangs that are as disgusting as their predecessors, rats. Kalain reacted quickly, his hand reaching for his revolver, but finding broken glass… his mask shattered. "Blyat.." He pulled his weapon up, the hammer going back with a Click-cl-click BANG! BANG! Two bullets fly the two hitting one of the creatures in the chest and the other bullet in the head, it tries to let out a mournful howl but is only able to let out somewhat of a bark before it falls dead. They scamper on four legs, their partially furred bodies being filled with bullets. "Kalain, Catch!" one of the elderly passengers throw him a Bastard Gun, a crudely made, but effective submachine gun. Kalain hits the partially empty side magazine out of the weapon, he then slides another one in, the weapon feeling unnaturally hot after having half a clip shot through it.
He stood up, his head feeling dizzy, and her face in his mind every time he blinked. Now after being in front of him, he noticed something… That wasn't his mother. Her eyes weren't blue like his, and her hair was a dirty blonde instead of Jet black. He came back to reality as soon as a Watchman was about to pounce on him, he took the Bastard Gun and emptied a whole entire magazine into the creature. A loud hissing sound replied in protest to the strenuous firing. "Blyat! Stupid fucking gun!" Kalain cursed out the gun, its metal body steaming in the cool damp tunnel. He slams his fist down on the weapon. The steam begins to dissipate. He loaded another magazine, this was his last one, he had to make it count. "Davai Kalain! For the Order! Hah!" Kalain didn't laugh, that stone cutting seriousness returning to his icy eyes. He was lost in thought. If that wasn't his mother… Then… "Jeremiah? Was that~?"