Trains, Planes, and Automobiles

And I thought I'd never ride a train again... Rebecca reached up, running her fingers through her hair and huffing softly at its length. Had she been careless or too lazy to get a haircut? Since the strands had grown longer in the past year or so, they had began to curl around her face and shoulders which didn't help in making her look any older. Though she was nearing twenty-two, she still looked like she was seventeen which caused much confusion at the hospital she worked.

She was visiting her parents which would explain why she was standing at the empty train station, her arms crossed as her coat did little to block out the winter chill that was decending upon the city. The ride would be cheaper than taking a flight and besides, she really didn't trust planes nor helicopters. Actually, she shouldn't be trusting trains either but she didn't have a car and the bus would've been the next option. Nobody wanted to ride the bus systems anywhere. As her friend lovingly put it, '...they are containers with an AIDs outbreak waiting to happen...'

God, where is this thing?! She shifted and glanced over to her bags, reaching a hand up to slide into the top of her jacket until those delicate fingers wrapped around a familiar pair of dog tags. Rebecca wasn't entirely sure why she had kept the objects in her possession, refusing to hand them over when she reported Billy Coen as dead and claiming she needed them for filing sake. Or something like that. The officer didn't seem too bothered by it and didn't throw a mess of questions at her which was good. It saved her the trouble of breaking into the building and stealing them back.

Finally, a roar from down the tracks shook her from her thoughts and she moved over to her bags. Swooping down, she gathered them within her hand and waited for the monstrous hunk of metal to screech in front of her and stop. A sharp whistle emitted and she waited for the door before her to open but nothing budged. Nothing but the door that was towards the front of the train and she was located in the back.

Son of a... Taking off into a run with her bags, she stumbled over her own feet and managed to get through the door in record time. As much as she would've loved to wait for another train, she'd rather race to get what she could now. However, the moment she boarded the train and looked around at the patrons, she arched a brow. "Eh?" They all looked at her as if she were some sort of ghost and for a moment, she feared those dull-eyed undead she had dealt with before. However, the click of a gun next to her ear told her otherwise. Wide eyes shifted to look over at the weapon pointed directly at her face now.

"Welcome to the hostage train. missy. You're just in time." A masked man motioned for her to walk down the aisle as the door closed behind her and she released her bags. "Oi, Lyn, look at this! We've got ourselves a pretty one!"

Rebecca cringed, holding her hands up as she moved down the aisle as she was directed only to be confronted with another man without a mask. His grin and breath made her nearly gag, staring at the yellowed teeth of someone who obviously thought toothbrushes were used to scratch your back.

"Oo-ee! She is a perdy lil missy! Imma take her to the 'special' cabin!"

With that, she felt a tight grip upon her arm and fought back, only being greeted by a gun against her back. Being forced to comply, she felt herself being shoved along the train as the mass shifted and began to move again. A door was open into a small room and she was shoved inside followed shortly by the freak. "Listen, I don't think you want to do this. I used to be a police officer!"

"Well you're unarmed now and sweet as can be!"

He reached forward, attempting to grab at her coat and she shoved him back against the door only to have the man pounce upon her once again. Once she tried to fight back once more, he raised up a butterfly knife and shined it within the lighting of the cabin. Moving the object forward, he pressed the sharp blade against her throat through didn't cut through any flesh... yet.

"That's right. Yer gonna be very goo-"

Crack!

His sentence wasn't finished and it took the brunette a moment before noticing the reason why. A hand was cupped under his chin, supporting his head as his eyes were rolled back. The moment the hand moved, the body dropped upon the floor in a heap of nasty hillbilly. She was shaken, slowly looking up towards the person who would be her 'savior'.

"We've got an awful habit of meeting on trains, don't we dollface?"