Hayden Desna was running from the sweepers that were pursuing her. She enjoyed the thrill of being chased. She always knew how to evade being captured. Her recent kill lay there. She didn't know why she killed innocent people, but she suspected it was because killing increased the chance of people chasing her. Her claim to make the world a better place was to make people believe that she was doing something good even though she wasn't. She also knew that if she slowly killed more people, her bounty would be raised and then more sweepers would chase after her.
Train, Sven, and Eve were hot on her trail. Well, she wasn't going to be captured, not after successfully evading many a sweeper who was after her bounty.
"I smell blood in the air," Eve said. Train's eyes saw a message written on the wall. It was written in blood.
"It's the coordinates to her location," Train said after a few seconds of studying the message. "That means that she's in the café. But why would she be there?"
"That's probably because she's killing again," Sven said.
"But she just killed someone!" Train said.
"She won't stop killing until someone catches her," Eve said. "Once a person is a killer, they're always a killer."
"That's not true in my case," Train said. "Anyways, let's get her!" He charged off in the direction that the café was in.
"Wait for us!" Sven said as he took off after Train with Eve at his side. "Don't worry, Sven," she said. "We'll be there before you know it." Sven hoped that Eve was right.
Train busted into the café the second he got there. There was a small scream from inside the bathroom. Tanya, the waitress that was serving a plate of fried bread crusts to a table near Train, also heard the scream.
"You'd better go in there and beat the crap out of whoever's in there," she told him as he walked toward the ladies' bathroom. "A waitress like me can't do much to protect anyone."
Train entered the bathroom door and noticed that the person was lying on the floor, bleeding heavily. Train bent over the victim and said, "Can you tell me where she is?"
"I… I don't know. I didn't do anything wrong."
"So she kills innocent people?"
"Yes."
"Where is she now?"
"She's at the… hotel." The victim then went cold.
Sorrow pulled at Train's heart, but he could mourn the dead later. He had to find Hayden and put an end to her crimes. He noticed that the window was broken and jumped out of it. While jumping out he cut his hand on the glass. "Damn!" he muttered as he fell to the sidewalk and clutched his bleeding hand. That was when he saw Sven and Eve standing there, looking at him like he was nuts.
"What are you guys doing here?!" he asked incredulously. He couldn't believe that they had not bothered to search the café.
"Did she kill again?" Sven asked, avoiding the topic.
"Yes. Now let's find her before she kills another innocent person!"
"I thought that she killed criminals," Sven said.
"No. She kills innocent people."
"Train, you're bleeding," Eve said.
"I know," Train said. "I jumped out of the broken window in the ladies' bathroom. It wasn't fun at all. Ow," he muttered as his injured hand stung. He sped ahead while Eve and Sven took their time in getting to the hotel. He found Hayden in the midst of dangling a guy out of a window while threatening his roommate that she would drop him to the sidewalk.
Train went inside and persuaded Hayden to leave the guy alone and to come outside.
"I smell blood on your hands," Eve said. This freaked Hayden out, so she took her knives and held them in her hands.
"Hayden Desna, you just brought knives to a gun fight," Train said as he took out his gun. He loaded it, cocked it, and then aimed it straight at Hayden's face.
"Black Cat, I know that you won't hurt women." Her voice was a purr. Train was immediately disgusted by that. He didn't want his targets purring at him. Then again, if he pretended to be seduced, he could get close to her and capture her. Even though it definitely was not his method of catching a target, he decided to go with it. He put his gun away while Sven and Eve stared at him like he was crazy.
"That's right," he said while he took a step closer. "However, a woman such as you shouldn't be wandering around with knives as weapons. Someone could easily snap them. With me by your side, you wouldn't have to worry about being hurt." He was now a body length away from her.
"Thank you, but I can't do that."
"Why couldn't you do it? It would work out for the both of us. Besides, we'd get to know each other better. What do you say to that?" She moved closer and put a hand on Train's cheek.
This is it! He thought to himself as he took out the handcuffs and prepared to hook them around her wrists. She pulled him closer and he took the opportunity. He quickly moved around behind her while moving her hands backwards and chained her hands together.
"How does this feel?" Train asked as he adjusted the handcuffs to fit around Hayden's wrists.
"It doesn't feel too good, that's for sure," Hayden responded. She wouldn't let these sweepers take her down, not after running away from so many other sweepers that wanted to catch her. She skillfully maneuvered her wrists and freed herself from the handcuffs.
"So that's how you want to fight, huh?" Train asked as he tossed the handcuffs to Sven and prepared to fight Hayden.
"Yeah," she said. "I want to see how good you really are with that gun of yours."
"You've got it," Train said as he lashed out with his foot. Hayden quickly dove in to punch him, but he dodged it and kicked her in the stomach. She didn't give up, though. She went to jab him with one of her knives and nicked Train's right arm.
"Ack!" Train said after she nicked him with her knife.
"I'll make that wound bigger!" She lunged at him and he leaped out of the way just in time. "Black Cat, why do you keep on dodging my attacks?! They were supposed to render you incompetent!" Hayden said out frustration.
"You wanted to see me with my gun, right?" Train asked as he ducked and punched Hayden after rising from his crouched position.
"Yes, but I thought that you would use it right away!"
"I use bullets for more worthy opponents," Train said as he punched Hayden's face again. He then tackled her and leaned on his right leg while his left leg was stretched out behind him. He then used the handcuffs that Sven brought over to him to cuff Hayden's hands together.
Once she was turned in to the police station, Sven returned with the 1.8 million bounty and said to Train, "Well, what do you plan on doing next?"
"I'd like to take a detailed tour of this place," he said. "You two can do whatever you want to do."
"I'll go take a nap," Sven said.
"I'll come, too," Eve said as she followed Sven.
"Take care and try not to get into any trouble," Sven said as he walked away from Train while holding Eve's hand.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself and not get into any trouble," Train said. He wandered the streets for what seemed like hours while making a mental map of the whole town. I hope that I'll be able to find the way back to the place that we're staying at, he thought as he sat on a bench to look at where he was. His cell phone started vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it had Sven's phone number on the caller I.D.
"Sven, is something wrong?" Train asked.
"No. I was just wondering if you were going to come back or stay out for that girl."
"I want to stay out." A question hit him. He wanted it to be the perfect night for him to find the girl that had been dead six months ago. "Is it supposed to storm tonight?"
"Yes, it is. Why?"
"I was just wondering. In that case, I'll come back."
"Try not to take too long. I don't need you getting sick because you were taking your sweet time getting back here."
"I'll run as fast as my legs can go," he said as he started walking toward the place that they were staying at.
"Good," Sven said. "I'll see you in a few minutes."
"I'll see you then," Train said before hanging up. He walked as slow as he could until the rain started falling from the sky. He then walked through the rain, letting it wash away his feelings. The rain stirred his memories. By the time that he had reached the hotel, he was drenched and slightly tired, but happy.
"Train, where have you been all this time?!" Sven demanded as soon as Train stepped into the door of the hotel room that they were staying in.
"I was just walking back," Train said as he towel-dried his hair and changed into his pajamas. He was in and out of the bathroom in ten minutes flat. As he floated in between the world of consciousness and the world of dreams, he thought that he heard a girl's song somewhere in the distance.
Sing a song unto the world,
Rising high, the clouds unfurl.
Fan the flames into the past.
Here, now, our lives will last.
We'll never know the times of pain.
Fall down, fall down, falls the rain,
My life won't be plain.