Chapter 3 – Leonne's Objective

Train dreams about Saya again, and this time, Creed is there.

Train stands on the empty street alone, watching the lights from the lampposts to brighten the stony road. The place is dull, yet he has the desire to stay a little longer, as if his instincts had told him to. With his heart and stomach churning, he begins to hear rushing steps from behind.

Creed is chasing Saya with his sword slicing the air wildly. Train locks his vision. Saya avoids all the attacks reflexively and leap to the middle of the street. Despite the fireworks begin to bursts in the sky, they both are busy to fight and struggle at each other. Train can only stand there, frozen as a statue.

The uninvited children stroll to the street and notices Saya with Creed. Saya turns her head and calls them out to run away from there, but a plunging sound has struck all the ears that are present in the moment, even Train.

Train shouts but nobody can hear him, as if his shout is inaudible, with his hand reaching out and hope he can undo the event. After Saya falls to the ground, Creed glances to the invisible Train, like he knows that he's there and gives a satisfied glowing glare, with a creeping smile on his face.

"Noooo!" Train shouted. He opens his eyes and pants in panic. He looks around and realizes that he's still in the same alley, which he had stayed on last night. Putting his hand on his sweaty head, he tries to clam himself down from the horrifying nightmare.

"That dream again." He said in a small voice. "I should stop this from ruining my mind." He rests his back on the wall again, staring to the bright blue sky with puffy clouds around it. Thinking, what is he going to do now.

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Train walks to a busy street route and looks for a convenient store. He searches for some money in his pocket and grabs some paper money and coins.

"Thirty seven dollars and twenty cents." He counted. "Good enough for buying some food and a bottle of milk."

His eyes catch a banner of a bar, or a restaurant perhaps, and he walks straight to the door.

Inside, a lot of people, gangsters, mafias, (you name it) are crowding the seats. Drinking and eating from corner to corner with the smell of alcohol covers the room. Train marches to the main table and the butler, looking old with a pair of curvy glasses attached on his head, asks for his order before Train sits on the wooden chair.

"Milk, please." Train ordered. The butler shifts his hand swiftly to the rack of glass bottle collections and search for the white-creamed drink.

Suddenly, a shadow sinks Train's body.

"Little shrimp, what are you doing on my seat?" the gruffly voice thunders Train's ears. "Get off."

"Oh I'm sorry," said Train sarcastically, and then barks, "I didn't see your name carved on it." He turns to his back and gives a sharp glare to the huge, buff man right in the eyes. Train's not in a good mood for Mr. Nice Guy since the image of Creed keeps messing with his head. They guy is taken aback, followed by his companions on his side. Their eyes suddenly set to Train's chest.

"Don't tell me…" the guy shudders, taking a step back from Train and points his tattoo on his chest shakily. "Don't tell me that you're that assassin, Black Cat." His words are loud enough to make the whole people in room turn their heads and watch Train in silence, even the old butler is now frozen, with a bottle of milk in his hand.

Train dabs his hand around his chest and looks for the pin, but it's no longer there. It must have fallen somewhere on the street.

"I gotta go." Said Train as he takes the milk bottle from the butler's hand and puts some of his money on the table before walking out hurrily out of the bar. The space begins to be filled with whispers and glares from the customers.

As he twists the bottle cap of the milk, he walks along the busy street again. At that moment, he bumps to a person, making him spill his drink around his mouth.

"Hey!" he wipes his mouth with his wrist. "Watch it will—" he stopped as he looks to the person with a hood, which makes his face hard to be seen. Train widens his eyes and quickly grabs the man's cloak before he attempts to run away again. It's Leonne Harvers.

"You again!" Train growled. But then he realizes that Leonne had run away to the crowds, abandoning his cloak. "A double cloak?" question marks float above his head. "You won't get away this time!" He clenches his teeth and leaps through the throng of people after keeping his milk bottle into his jacket and throwing the cloak away.

In every second, Train gains nearer to Leonne who is running like he's being chased by a group of rhinos. Leonne dashes faster, leaving Train behind, and jerks to turn himself into a one-way path between a bookshop and a restaurant. When he reaches to the end of the alley, he looks back across his shoulder. Train is no longer there chasing him.

Before Leonne could give out a relieved sigh, a voice trails behind from his back, startling him.

"Found you." Train smiled. He takes out his black metal gun, with some gold decorations engraved on it, and points it to Leonne.

"You're not an ordinary criminal, aren't you?" He clicks his gun. "Now for some questions. Why do you brought me here?"

Leonne quietly chuckles under his hood's shadow and begins to talk in a sketchy voice, like the ones you hear on a radio. "We meet again Black Cat." He lowers his voice to a softer tone. "It is a part of my plan to erase you from the existing present life, a plan that you will have to make a decision to change someone's fate." He grabs his hood and pulls it away slowly, revealing his scruffy face with a long, deep scar carved from his left eyebrow down to his lips, and with sunken cheeks. "Especially the fate of someone who is the most important for you."

Train is struck for a moment. A decision? Could he be meant the decision on whether he'll save Saya or not? If it is, how did he know about her at the beginning?

"And also," he continued, "You have one more day to get back to the present. Otherwise," he smirks "You'll be trapped here forever."

"Who are you, really?" Train curved his eyebrows and tightened his grip of his gun.

"That, my friend, you'll know it sooner or later." Leonne gives out a spine-chilling laugh. "But for now," he fishes something out of his pocket. "You'll make your own decision."

He throws a smoke bomb to the ground and in an instant, the air if full of white clouds. A crackled voice looms over the blinding air.

"We'll meet again, Black Cat." A short evil laughter finally ends the conversation.

After the smoke clears, Train walks out from the alley. It's already afternoon. He thinks about Leonne's words again, until he blends to the same crowdy street. He begins to think, 'If I'm going to save Saya, will the present change? Will I meet Sven and little princess?' But one thing concerns him the most is that, 'Will I be a sweeper?'

Before all the thoughts in his head are being processed, he bumps to another person again. Train had prepared his fists to punch the person, in case it's Leonne again. But when he raises his head, he sees a whole different person, yet familiar. His dark hair is rather spiky, with some fringe covering his piercing, cold yellow eyes. He wears a black jacket, with it's collar spreads up, and wears a dark shirt inside it. The upper top of his shirt reveals a part of his chest, with a XIII tattoo marked on the side.

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(Note: I'm sorry, if this chapter's a little bit boring. It's kinda long so I have to put it 2 chapters instead of one. But the upcoming chapter will be more exciting. I promise! XD

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