T.R.A.I.N

chapter two

The one thing Train should have known by now is to never be too careful. Being another less than extra cautious makes you vulnerable and the only thing vulnerability gets you...is killed or set up to be killed. Train should have known he was being less than careful these days and that's why he got caught doing something that only his opponents had become a victim of: slipping.

Train knew something was off the minute he walked into his so-called apartment but he didn't have time to register the threat until it was too late. He didn't have time to react before he felt a sharp object hit him in the back of the head and he fell to the ground.

Train slumped to the floor. Train heard footsteps and hands grabbing him before he drifted into a dreamlike state.

All thoughts of images and vague scenery flashed through his mind at once. It was like watching a movie in fast forward. It was like his life was flashing before his eyes as he heard people say. The images he was seeing of him as a kid, the incident that gave him his moniker and the crime that ended him up in the juvenile detention center. Then he saw the time when he first met Tamel and how he found out who Tamel really was. More images flooded his cerebellum of stuff he thought he forgot or tried to forget. They were images of places he been to but never wanted to go back to. Places he thought he had scraped from his mind. Then all the images faded at once and left one startling image. It was the image of the person he feared the most. That eerie grin that person possessed that made his stomach cringe. It was the person that made him hate all he had become. It was the person and the reason why Darren Bishop had to become Train in the first place. Train could feel his heart beating fast like it was ready to come out of his chest. He felt pain then heard voices. Then his most hated image faded too and voices started echoing in his ears louder.

"Wakey! Wakey!"

Train felt something hard hit his face again and his eyes shot open to see someone smack his face again.

"Aww, he's up," a voice said then stepped in front of Train.

Train recognized the figure right away and realized he was in the same position he was in before.

"Slap me again and kids going to be calling you 'Captain Hook'" Train warned glaring at his assailant.

"I see we still got our sense of humor," Kenod smiled. "That's good. That's really good."

Train saw he was sitting on a chair again with his hands zip-tied behind the back of the chair. He felt he was going through déjà vu.

"Didn't we do this already," Train said. "I mean damn you missed butt-fucking your little brother so you looking for a substitute. Nah, homie, I told you before I like sisters not misters."

Kenod smirked. "I see they batched you up real nice. You look like a whole new man."

Train laughed. "And you still look like the same bitch to me so I guess you either finish what you tried to do last time or kill yourself and save your other brothers the pain of playing the hide the sausage before bedtime."

Kenod laughed. "You don't know when to quit, do you? You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment. It took me a lot of resources to find you."

Look, save me the James Bond villain speech," Train lashed. "Just do what you came to do. If your plan was to bore me to death, it's already taking too long."

"Right down to business, huh?" Kenod said. "You're ready to die as a smartass. I get it. You're a tough motherfucker that can't be broken."

"You're done, Mr. Blofeld," Train remarked. "You shot my brother and already had me killed. Obviously, this murder thing is new to you. Your two playpen brothers were better at it than you. So here's my suggestion, pick up a gun and shoot me in the head point black. We don't want no more room for error."