My Best Friend's a Serial Killer

A possible vision

Your POV~

I stumble and fall forward, planting my hands on top of the train with the man in front of me, his fingers digging into someone's neck. He looks.. Different.. From last time I saw him, he's bigger now, and he has a sack over his head to cover his face. The top hat he has on his head over the sack unmoving and his coat thick - perhaps an attempt to have as much protection as he can acquire without making his outfit heavy without metal plates.

"You're the last one on the train with me. Congratulations." He says as he throws the guy off the train, his corpse hitting the ground with blood covering most of his surroundings.

"Why..? Exactly, are you doing this..?" I asked weakly, unable to stand without falling back down. He slowly walks closer to me, his "knife" way bigger than a normal knife would be. He puts the blade to my neck and uses the blade's spine to slightly raise my head as he presses the tip against my throat.

"None of your business" He was about to cut my throat, until he was tackled by a girl, a girl who I wasn't familiar with, and starts beating his face in as I slowly try to stand. She stands up and puts both arms over her head, slamming her arms down on him, only for him to move to the side and grab her shoulders, putting his foot on her gut and throwing her over him. He was quick to get back to his feet, but slow to approach her. He grabs her face and lifts her up, glaring her down.

"And I thought this one was smart." He states as he drops her and slashes her stomach - her blood shooting out of her. There was blood everywhere, on the train and I swear I saw the blood getting to the buildings we pass. She drops onto her knees with him grabbing her leg and throwing her corpse to me. I dodge her corpse and charge him with a longsword, grabbing it by the blade part and thrusting at his chest, only for him to parry it and kick my knee, with him grabbing his sword by the blade and hitting me with the handle thing. I fall on my back - again - stunned, as I move to my right to dodge a blade coming at my head for it to hit near my shoulder. I use his blade to pull myself up and rush him again, for us to punch each other in the face, as I jump on him and start trying to pummel his face in.

Unfortunately, that failed.

He grabbed my chin and forcefully pulled my head down, my forehead meeting his with enough force to knock me up. He gets up and tackles me, but I don't go down and start kneeing him in the chest, only for him to lift me up and slam me down on the train, starting to beat me himself

"All this time I thought I'd get a decent fight out of you, finally making things interesting!" He hits me with his elbow, making a cut near my eye "But you're weak! You were naive to have left me!" I grab his face and try to dig my thumb into his eye, making him groan loudly as he grabs my wrist and twists it, making me scream in agony. He throws me down over his shoulder as he stands there, trying to catch his breath. Enough time to get up.

I stand straight and put my fists up, which makes him laugh manically and charge me. I swing at him only for him to crouch and dodge my arm and punch my knee, then my gut, then my chin with him spinning around and kicking me in the chest which causes me to fly backwards. I hit the roof of the train again, losing all the air in my body this time as he grabs my ankle and pulls me to him. He breaks my knee, which makes me scream again. He starts to choke me with his hands unflinching, my air immediately getting completely cut off. I could feel a manic grin creep across his face, as he mumbles 'Weak..' under his breath. Fortunately for me, I had my gun to his abdomen, and I pull the trigger. The gunshot makes him stagger backwards as I try to catch my breath.

"What was that about not making things interesting?" I ask as he stares at me, him clutching his wound which bleeds continuously. I put my arms up again, armed with at least a gun to hit him with. He walks towards me as I swing at him with my right hand, with him hitting my side. I stumble backwards and end up on my side, clutching the part he hit.

"Interesting isn't it? Hitting someone's weak point and watching them suffer from one hit. It feels great!" He states and puts his arms out, grabbing his blade and walking back to me, putting it in its sheath with his fingers revealing metal claws. No wonder his fingers were digging into the other guy's neck so easily. He does the same to me - grabbing my neck and lifting me up as his fingers dig into my neck.

"Yeah... You have a lot. But guess what I have.." He tilts his head to the side with his arm ready to slash my throat. "The element of surprise." I shoot him in the chest, which makes him flinch, obviously hurting him badly. He groans and throws me off the train as everything goes in slow motion, with him turning to where the train was heading and a metal bar hitting him and making him fall off the train as well. I hit the ground hard, but somehow survive as he lands close to me.

"Ha.. Haha..." That's all I could manage before my vision narrows, seeing nothing but darkness. But not before seeing him twitch.

I sit up quickly, panting heavily and taking a good look at my surroundings. I'm in a hospital bed, shouldn't I b–

"Oh, you're awake." I quickly turn to my side to see Cayden, in a hospital bed next to me, his wounds patched up and healing.

"Next time, when I'm gonna fight someone, don't follow me, it'd be better if it's just one of us badly wounded" He says as he looks at the ceiling, closing his eyes then grinning

"If he hits your liver, you'll end up on your side, writhing on the ground." He says, which gives me suspicion (No shit, dumbass).

"Hey, Cayden? I need to tell you something" I get a slight "Hm?" as a response, then I proceeded to tell him everything about what happened. His eyes widening in the end. I add the fact that it might be a vision.

"So that means we can end him then?" He asks then I nod, hoping so, which makes him frown

"I would give a damn, but I'm not in the mood to do so, so can you just let me sleep please..?" I nod again, which he replies with a thank you and closes his eyes, falling asleep.

I spend the rest of the day thinking about that "vision," hoping it will at least give us a chance, even though I know it won't