Slowing down, everyone looked to the left and right to see the mango trees and bushes moving forward with time. Continuing with their sprint, they all climbed the metal wall that held the hill of coal, reaching the top with Luke being the first.

  But as soon as Luke could take a close look…

  (Conductor) Don’t ya dare move!

  An obese man wearing large blue jeans and overalls stood in the very front of the train circuit board. His finger already on the trigger, his eyes pinned deep into Luke himself, while his other hand had the train lever.

  Both of his cheeks still blurred with leftover remains of coal, the conductor lit up a devilish smile. The train moving at the same pace as the average man’s walking speed, the wheels of the train swished and shot faster and faster as the barrel hinted beneath the sun’s light.

  (Conductor) Seems like today’s my lucky day.

  (Benn) Drop it.

  On the edge of the ladder, a shark-human wielded a heavy machine gun with both of his coarse hands. Pinning the barrel onto the obese conductor, the man dropped his revolver to the ground, his face growing pale while staring at the beast-human.

  Walking backward, the conductor smudged his back against the wall, his breathing heavy and coarse. Putting his right hand onto his chest, a dry cough started to torment the poor man, leading him to sit down on the floor while widening his eyes in fear.

  (Conductor) You’re a … you’re a …

  (Benn) I get that a lot.

  Another person appeared right next to Benn, a boy two years younger than Luke.

  Wielding his black tinted mauser pistol, it shook tremendously under his sweat-stained hands. Both of his brown boots squealing and clenching the metallic ground beneath him, a wry smile formed on his face, as he kept watch on the conductor.

  Instead of intimidating the obese man, it just made everyone take a step back. Christian, who placed his weapon back into his holster, immediately walked up to the teenage boy.

  (Christian) What are you doing here?! I told you to wait in the van!

  (Chris) The train was moving, so Benn and I had to get on.

  (Benn) I told you, kid, to drive the van, so that way—

  (Chris) But I don’t know how to drive.

  Silence filled the air, as the train’s wheels started to spark an ember or two from its clashing steel.

  Everyone made a deadpan face at the boy, as Christian of all people placed the bottom of his palms directly into his eyes. Keeping them there, a slow inhale of air sank into his lungs, letting it inflate his lungs like hydrogen balloons.

  Releasing it back out, his entire body shook erratically, his fingers digging straight into his forehead.

  (Christian) You could’ve … told Benn … that you didn’t know how to drive … before he left …

  (Chris) So…

  (Luke) Well, there goes escaping by van.

  (Miles) I think we should just jump off right now before the train begins to move. We could still reach the van.

  Placing his hand underneath his chin, Luke tapped it back and forth, pinning his eyes onto the engine room circuits displayed in front of them. Dropping his hand, he began walking toward the conductor, who stood up and placed both of his hands up high as a form of surrender.

  Putting both of his hands on the large man’s shoulders, Luke pushed up a small smile, his shy side spewing out of him.

  (Luke) Can this train go in reverse, please?

  (Conductor) It could, but why should I—

  A hand stained with blood scrunched onto the top of the conductor's oval-shaped head. Its fingers dug deep into his skull, scarring, and bleeding soon seethed from his skin, as his face latched into a more deathly pale even before seeing Benn.

  As he saw a tanned woman just emotionlessly glaring at him.

  His breathing loud and coarse, tears began to roll down his chipmunk-like cheeks, smearing away the amount of coal plastered on his face. His knees buckled, his legs losing the strength to support his body weight, he slowly walked to the engine lever for the train.

  Rubbing the lever back and forth, Luna’s fingers dug deeper into his head, causing unneeded blood to run down his ears and neck.

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  (Conductor) Please milady … I have a family …

  (Luna) Don’t care. Listen to my pet here.

  (Conductor) W-What do you mean pet—AH!!

  Sinking her nails deeper into his skin, Luke placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling her bulging muscles tense up. Still having his wry smile, a trickle of sweat strolled down from his right temple, letting it drop onto the humidified floor.

  Christian and his siblings furrowed their brows, with the rest of the Dark Angels placing their hands over their mouths, except for Hope who crossed her arms. Giggling escaping from their mouths, Luke tapped his foot repeatedly on the metal, while curling his fingers evermore into Luna’s jacket.

  (Luke’s thoughts) It's been a while since she last called me that…

  Feeling his strength, Luna let go of the conductor, letting him collapse onto the floor with his tailbone hitting the metal. Struggling to get up, he used his large fat thighs to stand himself up, using the weight of his lower back which caused him to place his hands over his butt.

  His breathing still heavy, like a malfunctioning lawn-mower, he began to—

  (Vivy) Don’t you dare pull that lever, McDonald.

  On the top of the hill of coal, a turquoise-colored-haired woman carried a javelin spear made out of bleach.

  The bleach soared through the created spear, she also wielded a small shield that was also formed by her blessing. A devilish grin formed along her wrinkled yet youthful face, she displayed her yellowish teeth that reeked of alcohol and cigar smoke.

  Her breath was so pungent, it led everyone nearest to her to take a step back.

  (Chris) Not the feminist…

  (Vivy) Who told you to speak, you male?

  (Pacifica) I guess your-your what’s called a femcel yeah? I think it’s time for another beatdown.

  Speaking in her usual cowgirl tone, she stood right in front of everyone with her hands placed on her hips. Standing right next to her, Christian wielded his Thompson rifle with both of his hands, his eyes deepening into Vivy’s.

  Nudging Chris to get behind him, he also noticed Johnny and Elizabeth who kept their distance from the commotion, with Johnny avoiding Vivy’s gaze. Pointing her javelin straight at Johnny, the tip of it began to drip down her foul liquid, turning the metal beneath her feet pink.

  (Vivy) Fucking traitors.

  (Johnny) I’m not a part of any of this … nor is Elizabeth.

  Twirling her javelin with her fingers, chunks of bleach slammed onto every inch of metal that it could find. Some of it landed right onto the tips of their boots and shoes, it stained it a hideous pink which caused Luna to tighten both of her hands.

  Wrapping his hand onto her wrist, Luke’s calm palm loosened her body, leading her to cast her eyes downward.

  As for Elizabeth, she kept her shoulder near his, leaning on him like a little wall that wouldn’t allow her to fall. His face ridden pale, he imagined himself like an invisible shadow, a shadow that wouldn’t sprout out no matter how much rays or light he tucked in.

  (Johnny’s thoughts) Just please don’t let anyone be killed O lord… grant me that one prayer…

  Meanwhile, the rest of The Dark Angels all walked near the edge of the moving train, the speed being the average for a standardized car.

  Both of his hands balled into fists, Luke stared deep into the moving muddy soil that went along with the flow of time. The trees swaying, the landscape still, Luke took a long glance to his left.

  Seeing the sniveling conductor having his hand wrapped around the lever, Luke turned his body so that the tip of his boots pointed toward him.

  (Luke) Is there another way to stop this train?

  (Conductor) Why would I—

  Luna began to walk toward him. This time, the conductor raised both of his hands onto his head, while the woman got held back by Luke. Grabbing her wrist, Luke cleared his throat once more, letting the wet saliva from the outside caress every ounce of his teeth.

  (Luke) Please tell us.

  (Conductor) sighs … The emergency brakes are in the third compartment of the train, but good luck trying to get in; because there’s a shit ton of our guards just waiting for you.

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  Pacifica lunged straight at Vivy, wrapping her arms around her as they both tumbled out into the front cart.

  Landing on her back, Vivy yelped from her dry parched throat, as both of her shoulder blades bruised red from slamming onto the floor. Gritting her teeth, the javelin that she still held with her right hand thrust itself straight to Pacifica’s back.

  As soon as it made contact with Pacifica’s jacket, she turned herself around, letting the tip be trajected to the floor.

  At the same time, Pacifica thrusted the heel of her right boot straight into Vivy’s stomach, kicking the air out of her like a failed vacuum. Tumbling out of Pacifica’s clutches, she let go of her javelin, placing both of her hands onto her stomach as drool leeched down from the corners of her jaws.

  (Pacifica) And-And now…

  Tilting her head up, she cracked both of her fists. One by one, each knuckle that she released stress from only caused a tilt of sweat to draw from Vivy’s face.

  (Pacifica) You’re in a beating position now aren’t ya?

  Bending down, Pacifica grabbed the top of Vivy’s hair, pulling her up as both of Vivy’s hands lay motionless to her—

  One of her hands already wielded a javelin spear.

  Her eyes widened, Pacifica quickly pulled back her other hand, quickening the process of which her knuckles liquified into a watery substance. Pushing all of the muscles within her body, she tried to make contact with Vivy's right cheek, but…

  The bottom of the spear hit against the metal floor.

  (Pacifica’s thoughts) Oh… drumsucky—

  Causing an explosion of bleach to pursue on both of their bodies.

  Both of her eyes blinded by the liquid, she placed the palms of her hands over her face. Her calves bumped into a metal crate, her calves bruised from the sudden impact.

  (Pacifica) Shit! You damn bitch!

  (Vivy) Go ahead! Attack me!

  Creating another javelin spear with her right hand, her empty left hand began to form a shield. Keeping her eyes pinned on Pacifica’s hands, she swiftly gilded her left foot back, lunging her right foot to create a sprinter’s stance.

  Her breathing steady, her arms unbuckled, she lunged straight at the blinded woman. Unfortunately for her…

  Bullets rang behind her, leading her to turn her shield in the direction of the said bullets. Having sufficient time to react, she grit her teeth as soon as she saw who was shooting at her.

  (Christian’s thoughts) You leave my sister alone.