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Blood and Smoke	By : krazykiwi16 Category: +. to F > Baccano Views: 1408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1931

She was running, her footsteps thundering across the roof the train, bounding over the gaps between each carriage. Eventually she slowed to a stop, squinting against the harsh wind, and thick smoke from the train's puffing engine. Damn! She had lost sight of the red blur who couldn't be any one else but the Rail Tracer. She stood there, slowly getting her breath back from the earlier vigorous exercise of climbing through the window, and crawling along the carriage's side and running which she did effortlessly. She took a step forward completely disregarding the group of men in white suits who were around her, they were having fun throwing black suits off the train, but their faces practically lit up like a child at a candy shop when Kelly arrived, another toy for them to play with.

'Hey doll face, you wanna dance with us?' one of them said, sneering at her, licking his knife.

Spinning round slowly, she concentrated her attention on the man, a cigarette already in her mouth, smoking it nonchalantly, the fumes blowing out through her nose. Her thick black hair whirling uncontrollably in the air, wrapping around her like they had a mind of their own. She was like a ghost, standing there in front of the colossal silvery white orb of the moon, with her bleach white apron curling in the wind, and her illuminating snow white skin. It was an eerie yet somehow tranquil scene.

The man and his friends were laughing, their thoughts as one. The woman was a slender, porcelain doll, so fragile she would break so easily and hell did they love breaking things. The man with the knife rushed at her, his arm extended out in front of him, ready to grab the silent ghost woman, who didn't move. Or so it seemed.

'Guuhgggh' the man stopped in his tracks, the arm that was stretched out fell to his side, fingers twitching. He just stood there, wavering slightly.

'Oi! What's wrong?' a fellow, potbellied white suit scuttled around to see why his comrade had stopped; he was speechless at what he saw. A knife was protruding out of the man's opened mouth; his eyes had rolled to the back of his head, blood streaming down from his eyes, nose and mouth, trickling onto the floor. The man was gurgling, choking on the amount of blood that was rushing down his throat. His life was slowly withering away and he tottered back, crashing to the ground, unmoving.

The second man twisted round to look at the ghostly girl who was still standing there, unmoving. Her eyes were hidden behind her thick fringe of hair, covering her face in darkness, and all you could see was the orange flare at the tip of a cigarette which was stuck between pearl white smirking teeth. She hadn't moved but the presence around her was…frightening, like she had become a monster. Could it be that this girl was the monster? She must be using shadows, a devil woman! A-a monster!

He fell back on his bottom in fear, his fear made him realise that he was out of his league and that he should run away from the woman. Though the same couldn't be said for his comrades as their fear of the woman made them irrational, overriding all logical thoughts, ignoring the survival instinct to flee. They all rushed Kelly at once, hoping that attacking as a group will stop the woman in white.

Kelly bit down on her cigarette and waited for the assault; she dodged all the oncoming attacks one by one, swiping at the air with a curved blade that appeared out of nowhere. A man tackled her but he failed as Kelly soared over him, she was like an angel with her apron billowing behind her, and she landed, crouched on the floor like a cat. Her beautifully crafted, red and black knife in her hand, the blade bloody but no one was cut. Yet. The man was unexpectedly showered in blood, squinting through the spray of red he saw the heads off his comrades threatening to fall off their necks, all crashing to the ground or falling off the train. The man freaked and lost it at the sudden goriness, he reached into his jacket taking out a gun, he decided he'll avenge his friends and take out this 'monster'. He aimed the gun at the woman's face, when blood suddenly exploded from his neck, and he collapsed on his knees, his life source flowing from his neck. His last thought was how Ladd would be able to kill the monster in white, and through blurry, eyes he saw that not a single drop of blood had fallen on her ivory clothes. Doesn't she know? Blood appears more beautiful on white clothes.

The potbellied man was still on the floor, pissing himself, he witnessed an absolute nightmare. All his friends were slaughtered ruthlessly and he couldn't even begin to fathom how, and the woman was so calm acting as if she didn't murder a bunch of people, she merely whipped her knife to her side, flicking the blood of the blade.

He was about to back away when his heart froze, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets in terror. Something red and ominous slowly clambered from the side of the carriage, it reached out and pulled the imbedded knife from the first causality's mouth, its ruby eyes glowing menacingly, an obvious grin on its face as it stared at the back of the cook. Another monster? No-way! This train is haunted!

They went down so quickly, I shouldn't have bothered with them. Kelly sighed, and took out her cigarette, puffing smoke up into the air, which instantly disappeared in the rush of the wind. She then sensed another presence, a wide beaming smile fell across her face, and she tossed the cigarette, and gripped her curved knife tightly. Finally!

Suddenly there was a sudden ring of two blades coming together; sparks flying as white and red finally faced each other, both silhouettes supporting manic smirks as their knives crashed into one another, again and again. Kelly dove into the air, attempting to get a one over on the red monster; she landed behind it and taking a step forward she propelled forward, the knife about to sink into the soft flesh any second. But she was too slow; the Rail Tracer also flew into the air, and with a rotation of his body he gave a powerful kick, his shoe connecting with Kelly's chin. She winced in pain, eyes closing. Shoe? Kelly frowned at that thought as she flung across the roof of the train, blood trickling down her chin she rolled off the side, but with a stab of her curved blade sinking deep into the metal of the carriage she saved herself from falling to her death.

She attempted to climb back up, but she stopped when she saw Nice and Nick being hauled down the corridor by black suits. Those damn brats! What the hell are they doing? How could they get caught so quickly? I left them like a second ago! Kelly rolled her eyes in disbelief; she would go back for them later, she had a fight to settle. But she was disappointed that the Rail Tracer wasn't a real monster, he was a conductor and he was someone she sadly knew. She clambered over and stood up, spitting blood out of her mouth before scowling furiously at the crimson man before her who was smirking. A smirk Kelly had always found infuriating. He's..he's gotten stronger! Damn him! Since when? And why is he here? Business? For how long? Kelly wasn't sure whether to be thrilled or angry that the man before her was going to be back in Manhattan, he had always stirred a tempest of emotions within Kelly. Something which he knew and was proud of.

They faced each other, waiting for the other to make the first move; this fight wasn't over, not by a long shot. Meanwhile the potbellied man couldn't watch any longer and pointed his gun at the woman hoping to take at least one monster down, he aimed with shaky hands.

Bang! Kelly turned her head when the gun went off, and she escaped death narrowly a second time, the bullet grazing her left cheek, drawing blood. Kelly's attention turned to the snivelling waste of a man who was sitting in a mess of his own fluids; tears, sweat, snot and urine. Quivering terribly.

'Ya know? Ya could have survived if ya walked away' Kelly said calmly, letting the blood trickle down her face. Then a bloody hand gripped her chin and yanked her face into an awkward position, the so called monster was staring at the cut intensely, his blood stained face filled with concern. He continued scrutinizing the tiny cut, ignoring the violent flailing punches, and the stream of profanity from the cook. Satisfied that the cook would survive, he turned his smouldering cold eyes at the man.

'Ya got a lot of balls to go about harming what's mine! If any one's going ta make her bleed, it's me' his voice was laced with scorching anger, low and murderous and deadly serious. His eyes twinkling evilly at the potbellied man who started shrieking for help, and soon enough black suits and white suits were climbing out of windows.

'…that's kind of creepy' Kelly mumbled ignoring the cold shiver that ran up her spine, as if she would willingly allow him to make her bleed. Ridiculous. She turned her back on the man in red, lighting up a cigarette. He'll be fine, though the same can't be said for some frickin' annoying brats. The cook in white vanished, as the night was filled with the sounds of blood curling screams and flesh being ripped apart, a sea of blood dripping down the sides of the carriage, bodies being tossed off the train, disappearing into the night.
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