1The Graveyard shift
Summary: Everything was simple before he joined Devil's Trap. Now he's dealing with dead people, mysterious Indians, a former whore, the kid from hell, and a postal bank teller, and that's not even mentioning all the other psychos that are also trying to kill him.
Chapter Two: Filler(yeah... I got nothing)
The train seemed to rocket down the track, swaying from side to side with every turn. Kidd avoided the window; seeing everything pass by so fast made him sick, even more so than already.
They were in their own room aboard the train upon Mr. Coal's request. Though his guest would have preferred something more open."Are you comfortable Mr. Kidd?" The man in the top hat asked. He sat on one side and Kidd on the other with his feet up.
"Not really. And it's just Kidd, I ain't that old yet." He replied with arms cross and his eyes tried to avoid the window.
Coal nodded. "I suppose you're right." Another moment passed. "I must say I'm curious about your name choice though. Some would consider 'kid' to be patronizing from my experiences. But than again, you don't seem like the typical youth."
He shrugged. "I've been called kid my entire life. By my dad, my teachers, even random people on the street. That's all they saw it seemed, so I learned to accept it." As he talked he started shuffling his cards again.
"Sounds reasonable enough." The old man agreed. "But we've had worse names before. Your unit leader for one."
"Hm, what's his name?"
"Seven. Ben Taylor Seven, or just B. T. Seven for short. His name has an interesting joke behind it though." than the man chuckled to himself. "One that you of all people should find most entertaining."
"Try me." He challenged.
Mr. Coal shook his head. "I'm sure you'll get it the moment you meet him." He stated as he pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. "In fact, we'll meet him soon enough."
"Can't wait." Kidd mused. "So why aren't you telling me anything? Like about this 'Job' you keep speaking of."
He shook his head. "I'd rather wait till we meet up with Mr. Seven. The details of this job is strange at best and he has an excellent way of explaining it beyond doubt."
Kidd wasn't convinced. "Yeah, just keep me in the dark. Fine."
A moments passed and both heard the horn as the train slowed down before coming to a final stop. "Well Kidd, here's our stop."
They both got their things, Mr. coal his brief case, and Kidd grabbed the ninjatÅ by his feet, looking nothing more than a black stick. They moved to the exit and waited for the door to open.
Mr. coal chuckled. "By the way boy, You've already met Mr. Seven."
"You don't say? how?'
He nodded. "You share a common career involvement."
The doors opened and everyone started stepping out. They cleared out of the masses and headed off to the side where two people waited.
One was a man of average height and seemingly average build, early to late twenties. His outfit consisted of a dark brown jacket, a wrinkled white shirt unbuttoned at the top, and faded brown pants. His dirty blond hair was unkempt and scraggly, a stubble of a beard and a scruffy goatee on his chin. His hat was brown as well(It's a pretty common color) but it had a 7-dollar bank note stuck on the side.
Kidd froze, his eyes widened and his blood ran cold. He got the joke now.
B T. Seven. Bank Teller number seven. Occupational hazard. Killer. Butcher. Murderer. Postal. Psychotic. Deadly. All synonymous with the title of the man who not only fought back, but with a bloody vengeance. that man was Bank Teller Number Seven, the Bank Butcherer.
"Hey punk, long time no see." The man called, tipping his hat in greeting. "Smart move." And all with a smirk.
But by the time he finished talking, Kidd was already halfway through town. "Well..." Seven turned to Mr. Coal. "I think that went well."
Mr. Coal chuckled a bit. "Well you two better catch him, I'm too old to be chasing people all around town."
Now Seven sighed. "Not in my job description." Mr. Coal glared at him. "Oh wait, now it is."
Meanwhile Kidd just kept running as if for his life. At least that's what he thought. "At least a long drop would have been painless." He muttered before turning into an alley. His panic had subsided but he was still smart enough to run the hell away.
There was a blur and instantly, Kidd ducked back, narrowly avoiding a tomahawk to the skull. He dropped the ground and spun his leg in a sweeping kick. His assailant not only jumped over the kick, but him as well. Kidd shot up and spun on his heel to face before his foe attacked. He still had his sheathed sword in hand and incorporated that as he punched, dodged, kicked and block, as did his mystery attacker.
Getting a better look now, he recognized him as the other person at the train station. Only not a him, but a her. Her face and body was mostly covered in a tan cloak with blue patterns around the edge. Long silky, black hair whipped around as she parred and countered him blow for blow. In between strikes her darker skin was visible.
The jawbone tomahawk slashed passed his face and he started backing up. "Stop*Swing* swinging *swing* that thing! You could kill me!' He shouted.
Hes wore he saw her flash a smirk. "Well that's one option."
Holy shit, she's gonna kill me! "Guess I better get serious than." He gripped the hilt of his foreign sword, ready to strike.
"Or you could just come back." She suggested as her assault continued. "Unless you're afraid of Seven."
"You bet your ass. The dude's a psychopath."
"Seems you know him."
"You could say we've worked together." Ha ha, Mr. Coal, very funny.
"Ah. Then I know your pain." She flashed another smirk.
It was at this unwise moment he took a second to really look at her. The hood had slid off and even with her trying to crush his skull, she didn't look half bad. She was definitely Native American and her face could easily be seen as fiery or fierce. Her outfit was a mix of traditional clothing and western. Her top was the same tan as her cloak, probably made out of some animal's hide, and poncho like in design. She wore a skirt in the same design that came to a point, and underneath she wore regular brown pants. Overall, not bad looking. Not bad at all
Even when she clubs ya in the head and knocks you out cold. He fell to the ground and she just sighed and shouldered her weapon. "Probably not the best first impression." she mused as Kidd lay in a pool of blood, his partially drawn weapon laying at his side. "Eh, I've had worse."
"Wakey wakey." A voice sang as Kidd felt his head dunked in freezing cold water before he came to gasping and sputtering.
"Jesus Christ, what are you trying to do! Kill me?" Kidd cursed as he caught his breath. than he saw it was Seven who held him by the collar. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Now why would you think that?" Seven stated nonchalantly as he let go of his collar. Kidd's expression was the perfect response. "Yeah, good point." But he walked away with no problem.
Kidd tried to steady his breathing while holding his throbbing head. He slowly looked around the room, making note of every in it and all exits out of it. They were in what looked like a barn with hay all around and a foul smell in th air.
"Glad to see your awake." Mr. Coal greeted from his spot on a barrel. "And just in time too."
"Wait, just in time for what?" he questioned, trying to ignore his painful headache.
"The job." A feminine voice remarked sharply. The Indian girl from before sat on the rafters. "You really do have a thick skull."
"Hey, shut up." Kidd snapped, stunning her silent before he turned back to Mr. Coal. "Now tell me what the hell is going on? What's the job?!"
The man in black sighed. "fine, I suppose nows a good time to go into detail. please, take a seat."
"I'd rather stand."
"Very well." Mr. Coal paused. "I work for a secretive organization that specials in covert operations. As I told you before, we hunt a different breed of criminals, outlaws, and murderers. We are hunters Mr. Kidd."
"And what exactly do we hunt." The boy asked, though he had a chilling feeling he already knew the answer.
Seven took over. "Leeches, mutts, the who who do the voodoo. That's who we hunt.' His mouth twisted to an almost bloodthirsty smirk.
Kidd shook his head. "This must be a joke."
"We knew you'd say that." Kai's voice chimed in as she swung down onto the ground. "The yellow ones always do."
"Hey, I'm no coward."
Mr. coal stood up. "Enough." he turned directly to Kidd. "Normally we would of explained this all to you before hand and taught you the tricks to our trade. But due to bad timing you don't have that luxury." He extended his hand to Kidd, the rare sword sheathed in it. "So for now hold your tongue and let me explain our current situation." He dropped the sword into Kidd's hands and walked back to his spot.
"This job shouldn't be too hard, just a simple trap. Seven has taken care of the bait, hence the smell, and our guests should be here any minute. It's nightfall so they have the sight advantage. We however, are not expected. They will be issued their rights and then... well you know the drill."
Kid raised his hand. "Hello? What's the drill?"
Seven's grin returned. "The best part of the job. Contain, capture, or kill."
"Simple." he mused. "I like it."
"They're nearby." Kai stated suddenly, as if she sensed something. "The 1st trip went off."
Mr. Coal nodded. "Time to get in position. Everyone get ready and Seven will take care of the rest." He commanded as he loaded a dual-barrel shot gun. "If they make a move, fire at will."
He had no clue what was going on, or who was nearby. But he knew what he was supposed to do without question. And you know what? That was okay. After all, he was gonna die anyways.
There, Chapter two. it may no be great, but least it's not too bad... I think. Well I hope you enjoyed. Leave reviews if you like, lets me know I'm doing something right.