(Reverence 4, 59 / 12:33PM)

  (The Dark Angels Group)

  Nothing but bullets grazed the air.

  All of their butts pinned onto the lumps of coal that they dwelled comfort in, their ears rang, as the metal storm continued to intensify its viscous precipitation. Their fingers gripping their guns, yet their feet loosened with the coal that they laid on, the sounds of their beating hearts hammered at their sweat-stained chests.

  Luke's top of his head was barely kept covered by the coal. Looking at the group he led, all of their eyes were barely open, scrunching them since the harsh air only flinched their eyelid muscles.

  Until he looked at Luna.

  (Luke’s thoughts) What’s she doing?

  Crawling on the coal, her palms bled out with every second she placed her palm on the top of a rigid coal, leaving behind a trail of her blood. Her eyes were pinned onto Luke, and not a knick of sweat was shown on her face.

  Laying beside Luke, she placed her left hand on Luke’s arm, her eyes slanted inward with a cold frown. Ignoring the couple of rogue bullets that grazed the top of their heads, both looked at each other's eyes, blood sleeving down Luke’s left sleeve that Luna placed.

  (Luna) Use your blessing!

  (Luke) B-Blessing!? You want me to stand up and use it?!

  (Luna) Just enough for me to teleport to them!

  Luke peeped his head just a couple of inches above the hill of coal, taking a split-second glance at the raining bullets. Pulling his head back in, he gulped down a single load of saliva, caressing the mucus layer of his esophagus.

  Looking at Luna, he noticed the two missing swords that she had in her holsters. Not only that, but her leather jacket, pants, and boots were all covered in botches of pink.

  (Luke) H-How are you going to fight them?! You don’t have your swords, not even a gun?!

  (Luna) Just trust me on this!

  Her bloodied palm began to clamp down onto his arm, her dull fingernails trying to sink deep into the leather.

  Not enough for him to squeal, he looked at all of the men and women who hunkered with him, taking note of their hunched-up heads. Their faces were pale, their hands on the verge of breaking the metal of their guns, the air around them was enough to hurdle them like turtles.

  Finally, Luke turned to Luna, his eyes pushed down with his lower eyelids being encased in a milky brown.

  (Luke) Don’t get shot okay!?

  (Luna) I won’t!

  Keeping both of his fingers on the side of the gun, Luke pushed the heels of his feet to stand himself up. Closing his eyes, and ceasing his breath, he imagined himself inside of a dark place, a place where even the dark was nothing.

  The bullet air echoed, his pounding heart slowed, and both of his cheeks plastered with a cold sweat, he imagined himself extending his guns.

  While lunging to the left, as if his body had its own memory. Then to the right, left, then right. Lunging back and forth, he let the tip of his toes, the soles of his boots, and the lower half of his body flow effortlessly like the stream of a summer creek.

  Until his body stopped.

  Standing on the tip of his toes, he imagined himself on the edge of a building, his breathing fastening while keeping his head forward. Opening his eyes, the dark nothing that built his imagination brought him back to the world of reality.

  (Guard #1) Oh no—

  A guard, roughly a couple of inches shorter than Luke, dropped his rifle while only taking a couple of steps back.

  As a tanned woman leaped in the air, pulling back her right hand that balled into a knuckled whitened fist.

  Her eyes slanted into a death glare, all her muscles bulging and gleaming in the soup-filled air, thrusting her right fist into the guard’s cheek. Sending him tumbling a few feet from where he originally stood, blood spewed out from his nose, as he lay on the train floor with rolled-up eyes.

  All the guards took a step back, turning their weapons to the swordswoman with no swords.

  (Doug) Don’t kill her! Capture her! She doesn’t have any weapons!

  Half of the guards on the left side of the battalion, all placed their weapons inside of their thin brown jackets. Raising their hands up, they sprinted to the tanned woman with a tint of death in her eyes.

  Already making a stance, she soon vanished into thin air.

  Glancing all around them, they took note—

  It was too late, as two guards fell to their knees. Plopping down onto the floor, blood streamed out from the back of their heads, their eyes twitching relentlessly with their body convulsing like a fish out of water.

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  (Luna) I don’t need swords for you all…

  Teleporting yet again, most of the guards glanced from the opposite side of where she was originally. Noticing her blotched pink spot leather jacket, she had already punched one guard with just her left hand, as blood began to paint her knuckles red.

  (Luna) I could just beat the shit out of you all.

  Three weapons fire from the other side of the train.

  With half of the battalion having their attention directed to the tanned woman, the other half took cover behind the metal crates yet again. One of the guards, wielding a low-caliber sniper rifle, let its scope trail to two young men.

  One of the men stood on top of the hill of coal, while the other had settled in behind the same metal crates that they all used.

  Pushing the butt of their weapons into their armpits, the guards let the recoil of their guns tremble their bodies, along with their eyes squinting down at the two men. Spraying their vicious storm yet again, they split the direction of their bullets in half, with some of the bullets about to make contact with the ginger-haired elf. Right when the hot lead made contact—

  It passed through him.

  Disintegrating like imaginary wax, another silhouette of the same figure appeared directly in the center between them and the hill of coal.

  (Doug’s thoughts) That damn elf is trolling with us!

  Standing in front of the right side of the battalion, both of his feet glued deep into the metallic floor of his train, the heels of his feet blistering from the pressure and weight of himself. Sweat began to trickle through his palms on the wooden trench gun.

  Having the barrel pinned onto the silhouette that stood in the center, who wielded nothing but a Thompson with both of his porcelain hands, he pulled the trigger.

  In another display of tomfoolery, that silhouette also melted like the wind. And because all of their attention was being directed by both the elf and the tanned woman…

  A rain of bullets emitted from the top of the hill.

  (Guard #2) RETREAT!!

  Luke, Hope, Miles, Jack, Christian, and Pacifica; all let the recoils of their guns shake the soup-filled air.

  Despite failing to hit most of the guards, most of them ended up breaking down the metal door leading to the other train cart. Abandoning their boss, Doug’s face bristled in a crimson shade of red, with both of his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.

  Turning to face the group of retreating guards, he had his back facing Luke and everyone else.

  (Doug) I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO—

  Thompson's bullets riddled his entire body.

  As hot lead seeped deep into his chubby body, he let the butt of his trench gun drop down onto the floor, cracking the delicate wood along the side. Blood streaming out from the many new holes that were being bestowed onto him, he let both of his knees hit the ground, his eyes strained in a hellish red.

  Ceasing the fire, Doug didn’t turn to look at anyone but the ground. His eyes deepened in darkness, blood strolled out from his ears, eyes, mouth, and nose.

  Seeing the last guard sprint through the metal door, it closed shut, but no locking mechanism was heard.

  (Doug’s thoughts) Those damn cowards…

  Hard boots came to play to the left of him.

  Unable to turn his head, his blurred vision took note of pink botched leather boots, those same boots being fully painted in blood. Trying as hard as he could, he couldn’t look up to see the tanned woman’s face.

  In the back of him, a large amount of footsteps ensued, causing both of his hands to softly clench despite most of his strength gone. The humid air molesting every ounce of his shredded lungs, his breathing sounded like a malfunctioning lawnmower, creating a sense of disturbance for the intruders in the back.

  (Luke) Geez…

  Blocking the sun with his head, he turned to the ginger-haired elf. Seeing that his gun continued to emit a plume of smoke, Luke placed both of his uzis back into his holsters.

  And to the left of Doug, Luna had both of her hands clouded in chunks of bone and blood, her face sprinkled in leftover liquid that poured from the guards. Pushing down his face evermore, he made a clicking noise with his tongue and teeth, letting a missile of spit hit the ground as he made eye contact with Luna.

  (Luke) You didn’t have to knock them into a coma…

  (Luna) What was I supposed to do? At least I didn’t kill them.

  (Luke) I know, but please control your anger…

  Everyone turned to see the left side of the battalion of Zirardge guards all lying motionless on the floor. Their eyes glancing at the splattered blood that littered the floor, small amounts of teeth created small islands amongst the tiny seas of blood outside the men's mouths.

  As for Luna, she stood right in front of Doug, her face completely darkened with her eyes nonchalant and free from emotion. Not even the humid sun raining its desolate rays on her face, both of her hands let loose to her sides.

  (Luna) I’m not pleased yet.

  Pulling back her right hand, the muscles amongst her right arm bulged as her hand opened up. Taking a step back, she thrusted her open-palm hand straight to Doug’s bloodied face, creating a slap so powerful…

  That it resembled the sound of a shotgun shot. The back of his eyes rolled into his skull, and Doug slammed his face onto the floor, his right ear bruising upon the impact. His left cheek being shaded in a deep red, it looked as if he stood out in the sun for twelve hours without sunscreen.

  Inhaling an abundance of air inside of his lungs, Luke let it stream out while staring into the unconscious Doug.

  (Luke) Let’s just get out of here…

  The entire group walked through the metal crates that scattered the no-roof train cart.

  Putting his hands inside his pocket, Luke saw that Sean had both of his hands on the door handle, struggling to open it as not a millimeter jerked out. Puckering both of his lips closed, Luke slowly walked to the elf, with the others following suit.

  Glancing at the group, Sean only glared at them, letting go of his right hand while keeping his left still on the handle.

  (Sean) You’re going to stop me from stealing the treasure huh?

  (Luke) You know a battalion of guards are waiting inside that cart.

  (Sean) But …

  (Luke) You’re going to say “We could do this, we have them trapped inside of there” right?

  Sean let go of the metallic handle of the metal door, his sweat-stained hands leaving behind a trail of water. Placing his right hand into his pants pocket, he clenched both of his jaws shut while keeping his eyes downcast.

  Walking toward him, Luke let his hands-free from his jacket, letting them rest along his sides. Reaching in front of him, Luke’s pushed-down eyes made contact with Sean’s slanted eyes, as he looked up at the tall elf.

  (Luke) But instead of trying to justify my case, I want to hear why you want that family treasure so much.

  He let his scrunched eyes soften, with his left hand dropping motionless to his thigh. His hands trembling, Sean’s eyes began to redden, his eyelids barely containing the water that he had stored.

  (Sean) In the end, you’re still going to say no.

  (Luke) Please just tell me, before the agents come.

  Scrunching up both of his hands, Sean clutched them together over his crotch, along with him inhaling a good chunk of soup air into his lungs. Exhaling out, his upper lip started to be caressed by the hot air from his lungs, causing Luke to churn his lips upward.

  His thumb rubbing onto his pointer finger’s knuckle, Sean stopped his fiddling before he straightened his back.

  (Sean) I was just … trying to help you guys in terms of money … everything that I did was to help you…

  Miles and Hope looked down to the ground, keeping their stares at the floor and their bodies fluttering with butterflies. As for Luna, she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, while Jack placed both of his hands on his sides.

  Christian and Pacifica both lit up faint smiles, letting out warm chuckles that began to light a warm blanket near Miles and Hope. Clapping once, Sean let the air pop travel the small area, startling everyone including both Luna and Luke.

  (Sean) If you guys want to leave, then that’s fine with me. Believe me, I’m fine with keeping all of the money by myself!

  Before Luke could even speak, the train blow-hole on the front end of the train spewed out dense smoke.

  Everyone including Sean gazed up at the whistle, Luke put both of his hands on the back of his head. Slightly bending his knees down, his eyes widened, and his fingers soon began to deepen into his light brown conditioner hair.

  (Luke’s thoughts) What’s going on!?

  Sprinting toward the front of the train, the entirety of the train soon began to push forward.