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Bonam Noctem	By : asuramori Category: +. to F > Black Cat Views: 1943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Refer to first chapter.

Warning: Same as disclaimer.

Chapter Two: Pointy Objects

By: Asura Mori

Train wasn’t sure what had happened. One minute, he and Eve had been bum-rushing the Doctor, the next second there was bright flash of light, and now he was in the desert. Oh, yeah, life was looking up.

He turned all about, searching for Eve and even called for her, but he was alone. He started to walk in what he hoped was the right direction to Eve, but then again, he wasn’t really sure. Everything looked the same. Such was the mystery of the desert.

After a few minutes, the scenery changed once again. Now he was on a... train. Heh. How ironic.

Train looked around, searching for Eve once again, but had no luck in finding her. He sighed then, starting to get aggravated. When he found that Doctor again… He punched his hand with his other fist, annoyed. He didn’t know how many minutes had passed since entering this new place, but the longer he was delayed, the more likelihood that Sven and the others could be dead.

The sweeper looked around once more and paused. A girl with black hair and dressed in a schoolgirl uniform sat with her back turned to him. Train started forward, recognizing her. “Kyoko, what are you doing here? I thought you have gone to see Sephira.”

“… Do you love me, Train?” she asked, but didn’t turn to look at him. “That’s not the point. What are you---------?” He was interrupted as a spout of flames brushed by his face. He leaped back, surprised, just as Kyoko stood and faced him.

“If you don’t love me, then I’ll make you love me!” Kyoko screamed in his face, flames rising about her body. “Kyoko! What the hell’s wrong with you? What about our promise?!” Train was confused. The Kyoko he knew was so in love with him that she had made a promise to never use her power of flame against people again. So why…?

“Why shouldn’t I use my power? It gets me what I want! And I want you, Train!” She ran at him, throwing more flames at him. He dodged them and barreled into a train seat, his mind in turmoil. What was he supposed to do in this situation?

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Eve didn't like this. One minute Train had been standing next to her in the desert, and then the next she was all alone. Using the nanomachines in her body, she sprouted angel wings and rose up into the air, hoping to spot the brunette sweeper from the sky.

A few minutes later she landed on the desert floor once more, frustrated. As far as she could tell, there was nothing in this desert, least of all Train. She was alone. Sighing with resignation, she started to walk off in some direction, then stopped once more, her eyes narrowed.

Just a couple of miles out, she could just barely make out a small house. /Why is there a house all the way out here in the desert...?/ Curious, she turned and began to walk towards the house, her heart beating uncertainly in her chest.

She stopped just outside of the place's door, her hand hovering over the door knob. /Could Train have come here, seeking shelter from the sand storm?/ Knowing that just standing on the porch wouldn't answer her question, Eve took a deep breath and turned the door's knob, cringing at the slight creaking noise that emitted from its hinges.

Cool air rushed out to meet her as Eve walked through the door, making the blonde stop. /It's nice and cool in here, unlike out there./ She glanced around at her surroundings and grimaced. Hundreds of dolls lined the walls and all of them seemed to be staring at her. Just as Eve was starting to feel like she should get out of there, suddenly the door behind her slammed shut.

The blonde turned with a shout, then stopped and watched in horror as the door sunk into the wall and disappeared completely. If she hadn't been freaked out enough, suddenly a low voice vibrated throughout the room, making her once again turn on her heel.

A vase of roses suddenly burst out laughing from the middle of the room, mouths forming where petals had originally been. "She's here! She's here!" They cackled, making shivers run down Eve's back, "The sacrificial lamb is here at last!"

Eve took a step back, more than a little disturbed. She whipped around once again when she heard something say, "Hmm... never seen talking flowers before, hm?"

An ugly painting of an old man hung upon the wall, his beady eyes fixated right on Eve, and his mouth open in a sinister grin. "Welcome, lass. We've been waiting for you. We've been anxious for your arrival. Go ahead, play... Play until it's time to die."

As if on cue the sound of child-like laughter filled the room, and Eve once again got the feeling that all of the dolls in the room were watching her.

"Yes! Play with us..."

"Hurry, hurry. Let's play..."

Laughter echoed throughout the room, making Eve flinch. /Stay calm... This... this can't be real./

"Hm... it won't be easy to play like that. I'll just make a little adjustment..." Eve turned to look at the painting once more, whose eyes had narrowed menacingly. /An adjustment?! What does he mean...?/

Eve received her answer a few seconds later when the room suddenly lurched around her. She fell to her knees, unable to stand as the quaking continued. As soon as the shaking had stopped, she rose to her feet and felt her stomach twist. The room... had gotten bigger...

"No, no, lass." She glanced up at the picture of the old man, who was leering at her. "The room didn't get bigger. You've gotten smaller."

Eyes widening in horror, Eve turned just in time to see one of the dolls leaning over the edge of the counter, a huge knife in its hands. "Now we can play!" It tossed the knife with a screech, which Eve promptly dodged, only to barrel right into another doll. That doll slapped her hard, sending her flying to the floor.

The young sweeper coughed as she tried to sit up, her body aching with pain. Three dolls had surrounded her while she'd been temporarily stunned, all smiling as they looked down upon her. "Let's play!!!!" They all screamed as they jumped upon her.

"Sorry..."

Dying screams filled the room as Eve stood, her hair whipping around her body in the shape of two knives. She looked down at the broken toys, her eyes remorseless.

"... but I'm too old to play with dolls."

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Just when he had been getting used to the train setting, everything changed once again. Now he was only surrounded by fog. Nothing else. Just... fog. And Kyoko was nowhere in sight.

Train glanced around uneasily, wondering where the fire breather could have gone. Something wasn't right with this place, that much he could tell. Was this the doctor's power, the power to transport them to anyplace he wanted to? He wasn't so sure. Something about that just seemed... off.

"Train Heartnet."

The brunette whipped around, his hand flying to his pistol, but he just wasn't fast enough. He felt his feet go flying out from underneath him and started to react, only to have the wind knocked out of him as something hard hit him in the stomach. He landed badly, his body rolling across the ground several times before he could find the strength to stop himself.

Gasping for breath and finding it much harder to breathe, Train rose his head to stare at the man standing before him, his golden eyes narrowed in a death glare.

The Doctor stood crouching above him, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You've adapted pretty well to my world, Mr. Heartnet, much better than I thought you would. You've made an excellent test subject."

"Is that all this was?" Train snapped, trying to push himself to his feet, "A test for your own pleasure?" Seeing the man's intentions, the Doctor slammed his foot down on Train's back, forcing the sweeper back to his stomach.

"Actually, this all began as a means to stop you from reaching Creed. Now that you're here, though..." The Doctor paused to push up his glasses, his dark eyes glittering with barely repressed glee, "Well, let's just say this makes things a bit more interesting."

"At first," the Doctor continued, taking his foot from Train's back and allowing the sweeper to rise to his feet, "I only wanted to experiment on that doll of yours..."

"She's not a 'doll'." Train snapped, his hand once again going to where Hades usually rested, but his hand found nothing but air. He glanced down at his holster, golden eyes wide. Where was his gun...?

"Looking for this?" The brunette glared at the Doctor, who was twirling Hades in the air. How had he...?

"There are many things I can do in this world, such as..." The Doctor snapped his fingers and Train found himself bound to an experiment table, unable to move. He began to struggle as the Doctor appeared on his right, a pair of scissors now in his hands.

"As I was saying. At first, all I wanted was Eve. But after seeing the way you calmly handled my world, and previously wanting to know why Creed wanted you so badly, I just had to know what you are."

"Get your filthy hands off of me, you fucking freak!" Train fought against his bonds as the Doctor cut through his shirt, exposing the sweeper's chest. He flinched as he felt the other man run an appreciative hand over his body, struggling even more fiercely as the Doctor felt his way down his abdomen.

"What the hell do you think you're touching?!"

"I'm just getting a feel for your body, Train. Why, is this bondage situation turning you on?" The Doctor glanced over his glasses at his latest specimen, noting the flushed cheeks and heated glare. He loved it when his test subjects fought and resisted him. And Train... well, Train was one of the more handsome of his experiments and he couldn't help but want to feel the man up thoroughly.

Train cringed as he felt the Doctor go lower and yelped when the man brushed his fingers over his crouch. "Keep your hands to yourself, you fucking perv!" He growled, wishing he could bite the dark-eyed man's fingers off.

"Now, now, Train. Don't get so feisty. The experiment is just beginning." Train blushed furiously as he once again heard the tell-tale sound of snipping. Cold air assaulted his lower body and Train clenched his teeth as he realized that the doctor had 'removed' his pants.

The Doctor came back into view then, the scissors now gone. Instead, there was a small metal object in his hand, shaped much like a needle, but more round at the top. Train didn't like the looks of it.

"This instrument here," The Doctor began to explain as he brushed his hand across Train's stomach, "is a little device that can be inserted into the urethra. It stimulates a response, but doesn't allow release. What I want to know," He paused for a brief second and ran his hand up Train's exposed shaft, making the sweeper growl in warning, "... is how long you can hold out before you're begging for release."

"You're going to regret it if you put that thing in my dick." Train swore, his golden eyes furious as the Doctor started massaging his cock. The Doctor glanced over at him briefly, then shrugged, and lifted the sweeper's member so that he could better insert the device.

Train bit back a whimper as the thing was slid into his cock's slit, pain making his teeth ache as he clenched them together. He arched his back to combat the pain, hoping that by angling his body that the pain would somewhat diminish. It didn't.

The sweeper fell back onto the table as the Doctor finished inserting the instrument into his urethra, his breathing ragged. If that was all the Doctor was going to do to him, then Train wasn't too worried about this test. He would pass it, find Eve, and kick this guy's ass.

If only things were that simple.

To be continued...
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