Duskwood: Unrecognisable

Part 16

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING - heavy violence, blood and death

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Sixty minutes into the train's route felt like an infinity. My stomach ate itself, regurgitated itself and then ate itself again. I fucked up bad and I knew it. One, I didn't have Jake and two, I didn't have any identification on me. We'd be at the east border in less than four hours. I didn't know if I should risk getting off or not. There was still no way to contact Jake. What if he didn't hear my message or didn't think it was meant for him? Did he think I abandoned him? That I betrayed him?

I couldn't take it any longer and got out of my seat, pushing past the stranger that had the nerve to sit next to me. The train had just stopped briefly at a station, but I was staying on. I needed to wash my face or maybe puke into the toilet. Something to clear my head a bit. Being an express train, it thankfully had a couple of bathrooms at the middle of the train. One was empty so I didn't hesitate in taking up refuge in there.

Just as I stepped across the threshold a hand covered my mouth and I was shoved into the small stall. The door behind was slammed shut. I panicked as I realised I hadn't been paying any attention to my surroundings. I had no idea who my assailant was. I panicked that I had somehow caught the eye of a rapist.

"You have some fucking explaining to do!" a familiar male voice cursed in a hushed voice in my ear. "Tell me why I shouldn't rip those pants off of you and have my fucking way with you."

Jake spun me around and slammed my back against the window just as the train started moving again. His eyes were fiery. To say he was pissed was an understatement.

"Is that meant to be a threat?" I bit my lip as I shifted my legs uncomfortably.

"Are you seriously turned on right now?" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Yes?" I practically whimpered.

He pulled his mask down and kissed me so forcefully I thought I was going to die. When he pulled away he left me gasping for air.

"And you call me the sick one," he mocked. "You're such a whore."

"Only for you," I smirked. His eye twitched so I knew I was breaking him down.

"Explain or I'll leave you tortured," he threatened emptily.

"Jessy sent me a message," I sighed and looked down. "They're- they're looking to release Richy early because of his good behaviour."

"Let them," Jake replied with such a dark tone that I was forced to look up again. His eyes were wide and psychotic. "Let them release him so I can fucking gut him."

"Jake," I muttered out of fear.

"Have you forgotten, MC?" he laughed sadistically. "I kill anyone who tries to kill me."

"Jake, no, this is different. That would be revenge, not self-defence," I pointed out.

Jake was about to say something, but stopped and turned his head as if he was listening for something. "Did you hear that?"

"No?" I questioned.

Jake pulled out his gun from behind and pulled his mask back up. Then he pushed me to stand on top of the toilet as he crouched down with the gun pointed at the door. Suddenly the door snapped open and shots were fired above Jake's head while he fired back. I covered my ears and held back screams. Jake stood up and grabbed my arm to pull me out of the bathroom stall. I nearly tripped stepping over the bodies of two armed men.

"Come on! Hurry!" Jake ordered as he grabbed one of their assault rifles.

Jake opened the door to the next car and we ran through towards the back of the train. The passengers jumped up and watched us in confusion, but they must not have heard the shots from the other car. Jake, holding the rifle low and close to his body, opened the doors to move to the next car, then suddenly pushed us to the side. Bullets flew past, narrowly missing me as I crouched down. The passengers behind us started screaming and running towards the front. Jake took aim and returned fire with the assault rifle he had acquired. More agents dead and another car full of panicking passengers.