Hood Math (HDLY#4)

chapter twenty one

Train always was prepared to die. He had no fear in death. That concept alone made a terrible force to be reckoned with. He was strong willed, ruthless and cunning and he didn't have any preconceived notion about the consequences of any of his actions.

Train simply did what he had to do until he couldn't do it anymore. Train always had one ideal in mind. He would die with a smile. It sounded crazy but he made himself indulge in that ideology. After all the bullets had been shot off and all the blood had been drained from his body, he would just simply smile. He would embrace death like a warm bath on a cold day. He would welcome it because he could finally rest. He would finally be free.

Train knew that day would come. He had expected that day to come a long time ago. But he had waited patiently for it to arrival. He was ready for it. He was anticipating for it. He was...

Click.

Train was in a trance staring at a blank wall when he heard the sound. It was faint but he could pick out that sound in a crowd of screaming babies. He knew what it stood it for and what it represented. He knew all that because he was used to being on the other side of that sound not in front of it.

Two seconds. That's all he had and that sound would have ended with him meeting his Maker. Those precious seconds was what determined if he was going to be a corpse or a survivor. The amount of time may have not been a lot of time for some people, but for a person like Train, a trained killer like Darren Bishop, it was all the time he ever needed.

Train just heard the click and he moved his head just in time to feel a small whiff of wind brush by his cheek. Train rolled over in the bed dodging the next bullet that came his way.

His assailant must have not known what he was up against because before the gunman could line up his sight again, Train was on him like a rabid dog. Train literally jumped on the gunman and bit his neck.

The gunman howled in pain as Train nearly ripped off half his trachea. Train already had a grip on the assailant's hand with the firearm as he spit out pieces of blood and skin from his mouth.

Train then head-butted the would-be killer before snatching the gun out of the assailant's hand. Train quickly raised the gun and put two bullets in the assailant's head ending his screams.

Train was still in a zone but he heard the second gunman coming up the stairs. He was blinded by rage. All he saw were red spots floating across his eyes but his ears were on high alert like a wolf.

Train ducked inside back in the room as the first array of bullets tore up the doorframe. The second marksman was getting close, shooting as he approached the door. The second marksman got close to the door and quickly maneuvered his body to the wall.

"I think we have a prob..." the second hitman must have had an earpiece and was radioing for backup.

Train couldn't wait that long. Train picked up the second gunman's dead partner off the floor and flung him out the door. He was moved right behind the body he tossed because he only had mere seconds to make this work.

The body flew out causing the second hitman to look at it for a brief second and that was all Train needed to sneak up from behind and put a bullet in his brain.

Train heard more movements coming downstairs. He quickly armed himself with the arsenal from the two dead hitmen. His vision was still blurry and spotty but was coming back.

Train started taking slow breaths. His ears were still on point. He had to move fast.

Train loved the two Desert Eagles he was now gripping in his hands. At least when people were sent to kill him, they were doing it in style. Train smiled and started running.