14AmyChan: I own nothing~! *^_^*
Train: On to Torneo's!
Train circled the building seven times in about as many seconds, taking in detail as he went. "Only place with no surveillance is here" he murmured. He looked up and measured the height up. He murmured the height as six or seven meters high. "No sweat~!" he grinned as he leapt over the tall wall.
"Where is everyone?" Train asked loudly as he walked around the inside of the large manor. "Is it siesta time or something?" Train walked around the grounds, more obvious than a black dot on white paper. No one was around. "This is gonna be too easy…" Train started to complain, but was soon intercepted by a terrified yell. But it wasn't only the yell that caught Train's attention.
Blood like mine? Train pondered as he did what did best: walk into trouble. "What's going on?" Train asked to no one in particular as he walked upon a strange sight.
"P-please…" a large man whimpered. Before him stood a small girl, one that couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve max. The girl had a blank stare cover her face as she looked down at the whimpering man without remorse.
A very fat (and heavily guarded!) man laughed from his shaded chair. He was in the middle of enjoying a nice steak. Train recognized him as Torneo instantly. Train peeked around the corner to see what was going on. "Eve wants to play a game of tag, you idiot!" Torneo sneered. In an equally disgusting voice, he asked "Don't you, Eve?"
"Play… Tag…" the girl seemed to be trying to comprehend the words that came out of her mouth. "I'm it… the demon*" she finally said.
"Yes!" Torneo commanded. "You are the demon, and demons hunt humans. Do you understand?" Torneo took a large chunk out of his lunch. It was then that Train saw all of the dead bodies around. Upon a closer look, he could also see speckles of blood on the girl's-Eve's-black dress.
"S-SIR! P-P-PLEASE DON'T! IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN! I SWEAR!" the man on the ground pleaded and whimpered for his life.
"Too late" Torneo taunted. "Eve! Kill him now!" Torneo shouted at the girl, who showed no response other than to turn her hand into a large knife and lunge towards the helpless man. What made Train step in was the lack of emotion in the girl's eyes. Not even satisfaction for the oncoming kill.
A bullet to the floor stopped the girl's knife-hand in it's tracks. She simply stopped when she heard the bullet, so Train took a turn to speak. "Good to see a youngster who appreciates the importance of being well-armed" Train started out slow, so the girl could hear every word. "But, that's now how we play tag where we come from." Train simply stood there and looked at the pair. Torneo, a fat old man, and this little girl, whose hand was a knife. Train watched as an emotion that killed the cat crossed her face: Curiosity.
"Blood?" she asked, even though her dress had some stains already. "The same type as mine?" As Train watched, the girl seemed to forget all about the man who had been whimpering seconds before, and focused all of her attention on him.
"Who are you?" Torneo asked, reminding Train that he wasn't even supposed to talk to anyone. Just check the place out.
"A Sweeper" Train said, breaking the tiniest sweat in mankind's history.
"So…" Torneo chucked. "Those hyenas have a price on my head, do they?" Train watched as one of Torneo's assistants whispered something in his ear. Torneo shook his head, then yelled at the girl again. "Eve! Play tag with that man, too!"
Train watched as any emotion disappeared from the young girl's face as she took a step closer to him. "You're game of tag is lethal, no thanks!" Train said, as he easily leapt backwards onto an eight-meter high wall. Train chucked at everyone's shock of his ability. "Torneo!" Train shouted. "There's nothing I want more than to nab you now, but if we scuffle here and someone dies, my bounty gets cut in half" Train grumbled. "Dumb rule, but I don't make them. I just follow them-"
"Kill him!" Torneo shouted as Train pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed in the air. One well-placed shot later, the entire area was up in smoke and Train faked getting out of there. He watched as the girl leapt over the walls and out of the area. That got her out of the equation.
Train dashed inside and went into a bathroom to hide. While sitting on the can, he reloaded his gun. After a split-second of thought, he decided to call and let Saya and Sven know where he was. He called Saya's phone. "Train-kun?" Saya asked from the other end of the line. "Where are you?"
Train decided the best thing was the truth. "Still at Torneo's" he said, hoping that she wouldn't be too mad.
"WHY ARE YOU STILL THERE?" she practically hissed through the phone. "How long does it take to check out the layout of a mansion?" she asked in a much calmer tone.
"I said hi, and then I had to split" Train said, then corrected himself with "Well, pretend to split, I'm still in the mansion." All was silent on the line for about a minute.
"You just love trouble, don't you?" Saya asked, making Train grin a bit. "You betcha" he replied.
"Well, you need to high-tail it out of there. Torneo's more of a freak show than we thought" Saya said. "He's toying with human life and nanotech. That's the research that Rinslet is after."
"Nanowho?" Train asked. He didn't have the slightest idea what Saya was talking about.
"Technology that can reengineer DNA and cure serious illnesses and cancer, if used correctly" Saya said, her tone becoming dangerous. "He's made a military machine that transform at will."
It all clicked for Train right then. That little girl was the weapon. That was gruesome! Raising a girl to become a killer. That's just wrong! "She's cute for a weapon…" Train muttered. Saya, apparently, didn't catch it, because she went right back to drilling.
"It'd be a good idea to get out of there now" Saya said. "Before it gets worse"
Knock, Knock
"Too late?" Train said, with a hopeful tone. Hiding in the bathroom wasn't one of his better plans.
"What?" Saya asked, her tone harsh.
"Listen, I'll be back at the room as soon as I can" Train said, mentally adding the fact that he would beat the living crap out of Torneo before then.
"Wait-!" Saya was unheard, because Train had shut off his phone irritably. People can't just do that to kids because they want to. Torneo was going-
"ARE YOU DONE IN THERE?" a whiney voice complained. "I CAN'T HOLD IT!" Train sighed in frustration. How could a fully grown man sound that obnoxious? Train finished loading his gun and bolted out of the restroom, just catching the fact that Mr Whiny was calling out that there was an intruder.
"Yeesh…" Train grumbled at the men who had appeared out of nowhere to start chasing him. "Persistent buggers" he said as he got the clever idea to jump into a vase. He was thinking about how to get back to the hotel room when he heard three sets of footsteps come and two sets of footsteps go.
"He can't hide forever, I know he's here" a guy with a less whiny voice said. Train immediately got an idea. He shook the vase a little and the man came over to investigate. With a sprits of Sven's knock-out spray, the guard hit the floor. Quickly, Train fashioned a disguise for both of them. One for the guard, and one for himself. Train put a little bottle of sprits beneath the collar, that way, if the guy's head moved, he would be spritsed again. As an extra little show of his prank, Train wrote 'Try Again' on the guard's forhead before putting the mask on.
After a little show and smoke, Train left the mansion with the knowledge that Torneo wasn't there. He would have to be beaten to death some other time.
On his way out, Train felt an ominous wind and felt an urgent need to get back to the room as quickly as possible. He couldn't explain it, but something wasn't right.
14AmyChan: too long, but oh well. This is what Train did during that time. I'm gonna do one for Saya and Sven, but not Rinslet.
Rinslet: Why not me?
14AmyChan: because people, like you, want to get onto Eve.
Rinslet: *looks at Eve and hugs her tight* well, who can blame them?
14AmyChan: that's what I thought. *^_^*
Eve: *under Rinslet's tight hug* please read and review.