Chapter 7 – Crumbling Tactics
Note: Er hem… Yes there were tests… And my dad literally broke my WiFi so I'm cut from the internet for more than 3 weeks and I'm using a USB modem (I'm not gonna cry)…That's my reason this time *laugh hypocritically* Anyway, here we go… With improvements for this chapter
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"As a token of appreciation," Leonne added, "Let me fix your wounds."
Creed raises his eyebrow, "Let me see how you do it."
Leonne crouches next to Creed's shot leg and looks at it carefully, like a doctor checking up his patient. Then, without hesitation, he lays his hand onto the holey flesh. It sizzles in contact, but when he pulls his hand, the blood stopped flowing. From the torn fabric, the leg can be seen. It is healed, completely. Not even a speck or a mark is on it. Leonne opens his palm and reveals the bullets on his hand like magic.
Creed breaks a smile. "Looks like I've underestimated you. You're useful after all."
From a distance, both Trains are amazed of what Leonne had done, but they are bothered about it.
"He can heal?" asked past Train, frowning, "That'll be a handful."
Train agrees with him. It'll be annoying if Creed can be healed every time he's wounded. He can turn to a fighting machine with no limits.
"But if we keep them apart from each other, they can't make physical contacts, right?" suggested Train.
"And Creed can't be healed." Past Train continued, "Alright. Let's stick to the plan."
"Wait" said Train. "Are you planning to kill him, or just paralyze him?"
Past Train watches Creed with Leonne healing his scratched arm, and then gives out a hesitated sigh.
"As much as I hate him, killing is not a choice for me. Better knock him out cold and get rid of him."
A part of Train feels relived, but another part of him feels disappointed. This is always a problem for him to decide.
"Bet he's a psychopath who's obsessed to have you on his side, eh?" said Train, rolling his eye on Creed.
Past Train stops his gaze and turns his head to Train, "How do you know?"
"Just a good guess."
Looks like Leonne is done. Creed puts a satisfied face and now eager to fight. "Let's begin shall we?"
Both Trains exchange their looks. Train smirks, "Let's roll."
The four of them dash at the same time. Train sprints away from past Train so that Leonne will chase him and be separated from Creed. After he thinks it's far enough, he jumps high in the air and backflips. He sees Leonne at the ground and shoots for his leg. 'It's over.' He thought.
Expecting that the bullet will travel to its target, Train relaxes his muscles. But without looking back, Leonne quickly shifts his leg away from its original position. The bullet misses and hits the stony pavement.
'What?' thought Train, still in the air, 'He didn't even look at my shot. How does he know where to move his leg?'
Leonne turns to his back, locking his vision to Train above him. Alerted, Train shot three bullets at the same time, hoping this time might hit Leonne. But he is no longer at the walk, he's already right in front of him.
"?!" Without enough time to attack, Train pulls his arms to protect himself. A great force impacts on him, sending him flying to the brick wall.
Having a head-on with the wall, Train quickly reacts. He flips himself so that his feet will meet the wall instead of his head. But what bothers him right now is that his arms are twitching from the kick. 'Dammit.' Said Train in his head, 'He's fast. No, too fast. And he's powerful too.' His free hand steadied his other arm with his gun on it, 'What kind of man is he?'
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Meanwhile, past Train is still darting his fists on Creed. Thrusting his punches to every direction that has Creed's face is not easy when Creed's movements is like a visible shadow. He pulls his gun and tries to hit the side Creed's head. But, Creed defends his head with his trusty blade at the last second.
"Come on, Train!" shouted Creed. His face is delighted and his eyes glowing as if he's expecting for something. "Show me! Show me your killing intent! That is what makes me think that both of us are the same, you and I!"
Past Train doesn't reply. His brain is looking for a way to strike at his weird ex-partner. He gives a look as if he wanted to say 'No way. You're not even worthy to ask me for that.'
He takes a quick glance on his gun, its metal body scratches with the sharp blade and competing on the strength their owners have, and got an idea.
Without Creed noticing, past Train flicks his gun so that it's muzzle is on the opposite direction from the sword. He then pulls the trigger with a relaxed hand. A bullet springs out from the gun's muzzle and the force makes the back of the gun to push Creed's blade. Past Train won the pressure. With the pushed blade and by adding his own momentum to the gun, he successfully hits Creed's head by his own sword.
A strike couldn't have knock Creed out cold. He prevents himself from falling to the ground and regains his balance. Putting his index and middle finger on his likely-to-be-bruised head, he realizes that his head bleeds a little. The 'Gun punch' is seemed more powerful than past Train had expected.
But instead of frowning, he draws a glistening smile like he had anticipated it and enjoys it. "Smart move." Creed licks his blood from his finger, "That's why I want you so badly."
If past Train wants to be honest, he would like to puke. His head had stimulated the word, 'What a creep.' But he leaps to him before Creed can say something like that again.
"Yes," Creed's voice crackles in a dark tone, "Show me more! Give me your best shot, Train!"
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Train curses under his breath. His pants slowly as his heartbeat increases, trying to cool himself down. The crimson shirt he's wearing is now decorated with slash marks. Leonne is in front of him, with a few small daggers clasped on each hand.
'Chillax,' Train thought, 'That's all you've got to do.' He gazes at Leonne, then to his daggers, and back to his face again. 'But how? How can he be so good at anything? He's fast, strong, he can heal and good with knives? What's next?' Something in him tells him that he's missing something. 'No, there's must be a weakness.' He grips his gun so tight that his knuckles are white. 'And now I have to find what it is.'
Leonne keeps a straight face, "Reassuring yourself?"
Train startles, thinking that his opponent might be reading his mind, his only private space for this kind of situation. His hand suddenly touches a brick wall at his back. He didn't realize that he was already cornered.
"You see, I'm trying to test my creation." Said Leonne suddenly, putting all his knives into his robe which makes Train a little relieved. "And you might be a great test subject." The first thing that comes to Train's mind when he hears the word, 'test subject', he thinks that he'll be kidnapped by Leonne, dragged to his unknown lab, put Train into a glass cage and releases a grotesque creature to him, watching him to death as Leonne sits relaxingly on a chair with a glass of juice in his hand.
But he knows that it is just his own imagination playing tricks on him.
"What do you mean?" Train asked, even though he doesn't really want to know the answer.
"See it for yourself."
Leonne pulls something from his sleeve. A spherical object no bigger than a marble, its outer layer is made of transparent glass, covering its core which looked like a gold teardrop.
Before Train could ask what it is, Leonne drops the glass to the ground. Instead of bouncing off with a 'clack' sound, it sinks into the stone walk, as if the walk is a quicksand.
'Gee, this guy really defies the law of physics.' Train kept the thought for himself.
After the glass is fully sunk, nothing happened.
'A joke?' Train thought. He almost laughs at himself for being so tensed at nothing. But then, he could feel a slight vibration under the ground. Something is coming up. Right on the spot where Leonne dropped his glass marble, something is coming out. (No, not a zombie, you guys. This is not the Walking Dead.) The stone ground doesn't crack. The thing just lurks out like a ghost, it passes through the ground smoothly. That's when Train can see it's face and gives him goosebumps.
The thing looks like Train, from head to toe. Only his eyes are dark and blank, like that ghost boy from Ju-On or whatever it is. It stares at Train without saying anything. It pulls its regular gun, which is the same as Train's (Thank God Train didn't bring Hades with him. The duplicate can have his Hades too.)
"Though it only lasted for ten minutes," slithers Leonne, "Let's see whether you can defeat the darkness of your own self."
