Chapter 5: Trouble

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Drexel

We rush into the train car. This is not how I had ever imagined this trip would go. We are in the middle of the kingdom - the safest spot we could be - yet here I am running to save the incredibly fragile life of my princess. Kamara screams as one person grabs her by the waist and lifts her out of the car. I see a bloodstain there where her medical device is and I am immediately terrified of what injuries she might have undergone. She could die. So very easily, her living soul could wither up and leave her body. I scan the car and see two more people, dressed in all black with masks covering their faces, forcing Kamara out of the car. One, obviously female, starts to hurl stuff at us. I duck, avoiding a chair she threw. The other one starts to fight Leon. I see him punch as Leon ducks. I run up and try to grab the woman as Austin reaches for the legs of the guy hanging halfway out of the top of the train car. Kamara is nowhere to be seen now. I hook to the right but she ducks out. She steps back forcing me to walk closer to her to reach. Then she reaches up and grabs the rail at the top of the car and swings herself up. All of a sudden she is swinging towards me. She kicks me in the chest making me fall onto the ground. I hit my head on the chair she threw. I try to sit up but my head is dizzy and I see double. When it is clear again I see her climbing out of the back of the train car. Austin is getting kicked in the face by the person hanging out of the roof, but he is staying strong. I see something shine out of the corner of my eye. I yell once I realize what it is but I was too late. I see Austin fall before I hear it. The gunshot. And as suddenly as it began, it is over. They are gone. And so is Kamara. Leon runs over to Austin. I can see he was shot in the shoulder, but I don't have the medical training to deal with it, unlike Leon. Mary runs into the car. Her face turns white as she desperately looks around. I try to calm her down fruitlessly.

I grab my communicator and send the emergency signal. I explain the situation calmly, but the person on the other end refuses to understand. Stumbling in my effort to verbalize such a confusing and dreadful event in a way that somehow eases the terror of the news, I am silent for just a moment as Mary barely opens her pale lips. It must be the worst way to break it to the castle.

"She's gone."

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