Tsunami of Dead Tears: Part 2

Chapter 1

WARNING: THIS IS PART 2 OF A SERIES. IF YOU HAVENT READ PART 1 YET, I SUGGEST YOU EXIT THIS STORY AND READ PART 1. THANKS.

The American man flinched as he heard his carriage shake and rattle. It was late at night, and the forest around him was unusually quiet, so he was completely caught off guard. He looked behind him, and saw his two Japanese companions slamming their fists on the window, trying to whisper something at him. They were both fourteen, and pretty mature for their age, so their frantic efforts to catch his attention was a peculiar sight.

"Keep it down, will ya?" The American muttered under his breath. He could speak in Japanese, albeit with an odd accent. "We're almost there. Don't scare me like that."

"Sir..." The brown-eyed boy said. "There's someone down the road, waving at us."

The American looked back at the road, and sure enough, there was a group of three people, one of them with their hands raised.

"They look like they need a ride..." The American said.

"No, sir!" The brown-eyed boy said from inside the carriage. "This late at night? They could be demons!"

"Oh, come on." The American scoffed. "Look at them! They seem like trustworthy folks."

"Don't pick them up, sir!" The other boy, a green-eyed boy said. "It's too risky."

"Hey, look." The American leaned towards the boys and put on a reassuring face. "Where I come from, picking people up is something we do every day. However, if something undesirable happens..."

He took out his necklace of the cross from under his coat and showed it to them.

"I'll pray to God, you'll pray to Buddha. Or whoever you worship. You can trust me."

The two boys reluctantly nodded their heads and shrunk back inside the carriage interior.

The American turned forward and put on an inviting smile as he waved at the three men.

"Good evening!" He hollered in the cleanest Japanese accent he could pull off. "Might I be of any assistance to you? I have room inside, if you need any."

"Very nice of you, American!" The tallest of them greeted back. He seemed to be the leader. "Yes, we indeed need a ride to Yamanashi, but from this distance, I don't think walking is a good option."

The American smiled. He was right, they were no demons. "Well, by all means, sir, you may ride with us."

"Us?" The leader asked.

"Ah, yes," The American replied. "I have a few companions travelling with me. They won't be a nuisance, I assure you."

"Okay, then." The leader said, smiling.

One of the other men, a large one, walked towards the carriage entrance.

Strange... The American thought. Why don't they all go in at once?

Suddenly, the screams of the two boys echoed from the carriage. He could hear the thumping from behind him, and when he heard the sound of feet stomping the cold dirt road, he knew they weren't here for a 'ride'.

The leader raised his hand at his throat and made a slicing motion.

Immediately, the man beside him, a skinnier man, walked up to the American and dragged him out of the carriage's reigns.

"Hey!" The American yelled, kicking and thrashing as he did. "What do you think you're doing?!"

The large man dragged the two kids to the leader, while the American tried desperately to free them, struggling in the skinny man's arms.