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Molly's POV

I ran over to the other end of the carriage, looking out the window. "Uhh Max? I think something's up with the engine!" I cried. Max got up and joined me, looking out the window at the almost flaming front of the train as the steel bolts popped from the pressure.

"Something's wrong!" Max yelled over the noise as he opened the door, jumping out onto the connecting piece of metal between the carriages. "Stay here while I check it out!" before I could object he was off, climbing up and towards the engine of the train.

I moved around the carriage, feeling the train pick up more speed every second. Finally I went back to the door. "We're going way to fast!" I shouted up to Max. At that very second Max landed in front of me (and scaring the crap out of me) completely out of breath.

"No one's driving this train!" he shouted.

"What?" I screamed.

"We're going to have to jump!" Max yelled, running to the opposite door and opening it. I watched the tracks wiz by at almost 100 miles a minute.

"After you," I said smugly. Max glared at me.

"Then we'll unbuckle the carts," he said, getting up and heading towards the other side of the carriage. There was a flash of red and Max leaped away from the door.

"Damn demons," I heard him grumble.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said hurriedly, jumping back onto the carriage connecters. I made a note to ask him about that later. "Hand me something to break the cart couples with!" he yelled.

"Why?" I asked, leaning over his shoulder.

"Because it's stuck and I can't push it down hard enou-stop leaning on my ba-" Max's foot slipped and his back slammed onto the cart couples. I winced at the crack I heard before my hand shot out grabbing his wrist.

"Max!" I cried, pulling him up as hard I could. He came right up in my face and suddenly everything around us froze as I stared into his deep brown eyes, the feelings our near-kiss coming back to me.

We were broken out of our daze by a crunching noise. We both turned to see the engine of the train speed away, the cart couples snapping and getting crushed under the train.

"And to think that could have been you," I said, pulling Max up. He gave me a glare as he stood up.

"If we live through this…remind me to thank you," he grumbled. "Well now we can just coast to a stop-"

BOOM!

I was getting sick of these explosions as I was thrown into Max, who caught me as we both flew back, his back hitting the ground. "Oh God that hurts," Max groaned. I sat up, looking out towards the slightly red open sky.

"You were saying?" I asked, looking at the suddenly broken bridge ahead of us. Max looked up before letting his head flop back down.

"Great. I hate those things," I definitely heard him say something this time, seeing as I was kind of laying on top of him. Before I could ask him though he pushed me away and got up.

I noticed his limp as he walked over to some chains in the corner. "Here, hook this onto that railing," he said, handing me a chain on a hook. I nodded, tying it on and securing it tightly. On the other end of the chain was a large hook.

"What are these guys transporting?" I asked Max and he shrugged.

"Who knows, all I can say is brace yourself," Max said as he shoved the chains over the side of the train. We watched the chains catch on the tracks, me and Max sharing a look before the train jerked violently, sending us sprawling backwards again.

The train tipped, turning sideways. Max and I struggled over to the door, grabbing our bags along the way. We stopped at the door and I grabbed Max's hand.

"Well…this is our stop," I said and Max gave me a grim look before he leaped from the train, pulling me with him. As soon as we hit the snow I think I missed being on the train. It was cold, wet and I just generally didn't like snow.

Max's arms wrapped tightly around me, one of his hands cradling my head to cushion it from any impact. We rolled over and over again until we finally came to a halt, Max on top of me. I could feel his breath on my neck, warm pants fanning over my skin. Slowly he sat up, pulling me with him. I turned with Max, both of us watching as the train and luggage carriage tumbled through the gap and dropped into the chasm below.

The engine landed in the ice but the impact of luggage carriage that cause the engines explosion. Max turned me away, shielding me from a blast of heat that singed some of the leaves on the trees around us. I heard Max hiss and knew he had been burned slightly.

Finally he pulled back. "I hate trains, hate them," Max mumbled. I looked at him before bursting into fits of giggles. "What?" he asked as I continued to laugh.

"That's the understatement of the century!" I laughed. Max stared at me before a smile broke out on his face and he started laughing too.

"Oh yeah? What about you? Or is the Princess not afraid of anything?" he asked and I shook my head. He grinned, racing at me. "RAAAAHHHH!" he cried as he picked me up and hoisted me onto his shoulder.

"MAX! Put me down!" I laughed as he raced around the snow.

"But a princess never walks, she is carried! And you should be happy! We're alive!" he laughed, starting to spin me around.

"Fine then you can carry me back to the USA," I said and he stopped, lowering me back onto the ground.

"Do you know the way?" he asked, his hands still on my waist. I shook my head and he sighed.

"Ok, then I suggest we find a place to stay again," he said, already walking (Or should I say limping) away towards the forest.

"Are you sure your back is ok?" I asked, concerned for the fall he took.

"I'm fine and look, there's a foot bridge for the gorge. We can rest under the cover and carry on in the morning," he said, already heading over to the bride that looked like a bus station.

But he only managed to make it about half way before he collapsed into the snow, unable to even roll over.

"MAX!" I cried, running to his side.

"I'm fine," he insisted as I helped him sit up. I scoffed.

"Yeah right, you can barely keep yourself up right," I said, pulling his arm over my shoulder and standing him up. He groaned as he walked, his back barely keeping him up. Finally we made it onto the bridge and I sat him down against the wall. "Let me see your back," I demanded and he shook his head. "Let me see," I said again. He groaned, turning his back to me.

I grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Goosebumps instantly rose over his skin as my hands ghosted over his back. I could feel his muscles under my fingers, his shoulders and back nicely toned from who knows what. I couldn't see much in the dark but I could make out purple and black marks covering his back, looking painful.

"Well it looks like it's just some serious bruising. You'll be fine, just don't strain it."

"Great, can I have my shirt back now?" he asked, his teeth chattering. I nodded, handing him the shirt. He pulled it on quickly, still shivering even after rubbing his arms. I watched him, feeling sorry for him. "N-N-Now W-W-What?" Max stuttered. I sighed, hating what I was about to do.

Cuddling against his side, I opened his bag and pulled out the jacket I knew he had in there and wrapped it around his shoulders but buttoned it up over my chest, pressing us together tightly.

"We stay here where it's sheltered until morning and then we follow the train tracks," I said and Max scoffed.

"You want us to walk to China?" he laughed but I just glared at him.

"The next stop genius." he instantly stopped laughing, looking rather sheepish. I rolled my eyes before snuggling back into his warmth. I heard him sigh as he settled down, getting ready for another night in the snow.

I woke to Max holding me tightly, his arms tense. I could feel his head was raised and looked up to see him staring intensely towards the start of the bridge.

"Max? What's going on?" I asked groggily.

"Nothing, just stay here," he said, unbuttoning the jacket and keeping it on my shoulders as he stood up. "Who's there?" he demanded into the darkness. There was no answer.

"Max, what is going on?" I asked a little more forcefully.

"I heard you! Who is there?" Max demanded again. This time I saw it, a shape moving around in the snow. I stood up, coming to stand behind Max.

"Who is that other one?" a gruff voice demanded. "Bring her forwards!" I shivered, grabbing Max's hand.

"She goes no where!" Max growled, stepping in front of me. The shape came closer, stepping out of the snow and into clearer sight. He was tall and husky, a stomach hanging out over his belt. he wore classic Russian robes and a woolly hat.

"You are children?" the man asked and Max nodded.

"Yeah, so just leave us alone!" Max snapped back. The man stared down at him before he chuckled.

"I could do that, or you could follow me and get out of this weather." Max and I shared a look and I shrugged. Max looked a little uneasy but sighed.

"Fine, but any funny business and you'll be sorry," Max grumbled before following.

"Don't worry Max," I whispered as we followed the huge Russian man. "I think this guy is cool."

"How can you tell?" Max whispered.

"I just can, he seems legit," I said before concentrating on getting through the snow.

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