She stared out of the full length train window, a completely different scene appearing in the blink of an eye. Not that she blinked, of course. Blinking was for people who couldn’t keep their eyes hydrated for long periods of time.
The train was a couple of years old and had endured a couple of year’s worth of graffiti and filth. The train smelt like alcohol and urine, but that was no problem for her; all she had to do was reduce the sensors in her nose so that no smell was picked up, which meant she could concentrate on her sense of hearing instead of her sense of smell. Her iPod was on full blast, drilling dubstep into her brain, but that was just a disguise. For this, she had changed a couple of things around inside her ears so that she could hardly hear the dubstep, and instead was completely aware of what was going on around her. She appeared to be a girl in her early twenties, on a deserted train in the middle of the night, completely unaware of anything going on around her. The perfect target – but that’s what she wanted.
He was somewhere on the train, probably invisible, and ready to teleport as soon as anything happened. She knew she could trust him with anything, her life, let alone a mission. After all, they had been together for fifty years, literally. Today marked their anniversary.
The train slowed down and came to a stop as it reached a station, which was the last on its journey before it terminated for the night. She leaned over and peered out of the now open doorway, and the chilliness of the night air slapped her in the face, tousling her short hair. She could see in the darkness that two men, a short fat one dressed in a suit and another one wearing a hoodie (which most likely concealed a can of spray paint) had gotten off the train. They were the last two passengers on the train –the human ones, at least. She drew her head back in as the train door began to automatically close, and the train jolted as it continued along the tracks.
Over the noise of the carriage hinges squeaking, she could hear something else. The shuffling of feet on the train floor, and the faint sound of breathing. It was coming closer. She tried not to tense, and braced herself. Even closer now, only a couple of metres away. The breathing was now heavier and so, so close. She visualised what was going to happen, and then followed through.
The attacker was right behind her, and reaching out for her neck –she could feel it through the sensors on her skin. She spun around right before the attacker could make contact, and grabbed it’s arm. Alarm shot across the attacker’s face, but it wasn’t fast enough to react. She shoved the attacker and it was thrown across the carriage, slamming into the opposite wall head first and then crumpling onto the floor. She was standing over it just a moment later, and she put a foot down on it’s chest, pinning it to the ground.
The attacker’s face looked human, but she wasn’t fooled. The face of a middle aged man, balding and bearded, was only a disguise, and as she continued to look at him in disgust, it’s face began to morph back into it’s original form –the face of a Milatin. It’s skin looked like metal, old and rusted. Three slits on either side of it’s temple’s were there to act as ears, as well as a breathing device for land and water. It’s eyes were small and black, furiously blinking, vertically instead of horizontally. It had no nose because of it's mouth, the most ghastly part of it all. The mouth spread across three quarters of it’s face, with five sets of thirty sharp, yellow teeth which were used to easily rip apart and eat it’s prey. Luckily for her, she still had her smell sensors turned off, otherwise she’d have been breathing in the stench of rotting human flesh.
She didn’t let her face show fear though. Fear would make her appear weak, and the Milatin would be more likely to try and attack. Instead, she contorted her face into a sneer to show how revolting she found it’s face, and pushed her foot down harder on it’s chest.
