The Last Pillar.

Chapter Ninety-two: The Grateful Dead

(Y/n) felt energy drain from her body as stand power gripped her. She was able to look behind her to see what grabbed her. It looked like a corpse torso that had eyes all over it, like a dodomeki! The tiny girl was able to kick the monster stand off of her, it stumbled back and grabbed her again. It gripped around her neck. The growling creature had the aging mist seeping from its body! This was what was causing everyone to age! It looked like it was a short ranged stand with long ranged effects. The child's red eyes looked around, hoping to find the owner of the stand. She was unable to breathe normally. She had to breathe through her skin since her throat was being crushed. She had to fight to keep Avalon from coming out, if he did, he would massacre the whole train! The tiny girl fought to keep her stand's unholy rage in check while fighting this stand off.
Her ears caught the sound of gunshots. Mista was out on a mission to kill these two! She heard a voice, someone was talking to her through the stand, "Why aren't you aging?" "I'm... not human.," The little girl hissed out a reply and sank her teeth into the stand's arm. She heard a groan and was thrown through the door into the next car where the linens for the tables were kept. Her body was weakened and surging with power at the same time. "Mista...," She groaned as she felt sharp pains throughout her body.

Mista was looking for the tiny pillar and for the stand users on the train. He had finally gotten the fish hook that caught him out of his body by shooting the cup of ice near the weird stand user. Mista opened the door and faced the cowardly stand user who tried to run. The gunslinger shot the young man's pinky finger of and shot through his hand. He reloaded his gun and took the leftover ice from the cup. Mista had his stand go back into his gun and pointed it at the neckless stand user. The coward was knocked to the ground by a wrinkly old man. The cowardly stand user threw the old man off of him. Mista saw the plush animal that (y/n) loved on the floor, he knew she was somewhere. "You're going to answer a simple question. Where is your partner? I will give you two seconds, no more.," the gunslinger said to the cowering stand user, "Uno, due, that's it." The pistol he held the gun up, he cocked it, ready to fire.
"Uno.," He counted. The green haired stand user screamed. He was about to shoot when the old man at his feet got up and grabbed him. "Help me!," the old man groaned, "I wanted to eat delicious fatty steak, but I can't anymore. What is going on?" "Please, let go, you'll be able to eat it again.," Mista said to the man while trying to get the affected person off of him. "I love steak. It's warm and delicious.," the old man continued to rambled as he grasped at Mista. "I'll fix this.," Mista said, "Then you can eat all you want." "I'll will.. but you won't.," the old man gasped and gripped Mista's hand tight, "Grateful Dead." Mista's hand shriveled under the man's touch, this old man was the stand user!

The gunslinger aged and withered from the touch of the stand user. The old man got up after Mista fell the the floor, slowly returning to his normal appearance. The other assassin stood up, shaking at seeing his partner appear. "Prosciutto? Big brother Prosciutto?," The young man asked as the blond retrieved his suit jacket. His youth restored itself. "I did not even notice at all! You were here the whole time!," the green haired man cheered, "You blended in so well with the other passengers. Prosciutto, bro, you're awsome!" The green haired young man went to get closer to his partner. Prosciutto greeted him with a punch to the face. "You damn moron! What the hell was that?!," the blond man scolded the younger. The younger one cried as he was kicked multiple times, "I did not know he was going to ambush me! And that little girl that was immune to your stand! What was I supposed to do?!" "Pesci, you are a damn mammoni! You don't get it?!," the blue eyed man scolded his ward. He reached down and grabbed the younger.
Pesci screamed for mercy as he was pulled to his feet. "Pesci! I'm mad because you are a weak minded fool! I'm not mad that you were in shock, your ice was blown away.," the blond man spoke, "This power of mine is aging me too, so it is bad news. If this was any other person on our team, they would not have their stand disappear when the are so close to finishing off a target." The blond kept scolding the younger man before he shot Mista three times in the head, still lecturing the green haired man. The blond threw the gun to the ground.