Bam!!
Zandov knocked a youth back, he bent down and spun on his right heel, sweeping another youth off his feets. His legs moved, rising to connect with another youth on the jaw before flicking and lifting his whole body in a Chinese getup.
As he made his way through the chaos that was now the battle between cargo two and cargo three, his eyes were locked in the dark skinned youth who was also advancing towards him.
The whole area was a mess and as time passed, it only became more chaotic. No matter how much they fought, how many kicks or punches were thrown, most people's attention remained on the ticking time that seemed to resonate with their pulse.
They were all time conscious for various reasons. Some were scared that they weren't taking out more people, others were scared that they would get eliminated soon and wished that the time would come to an end soon.
A random female slammed a wooden piece on another youths head and just right after, a different youth kicked her between her knees. There was no cordiality amongst them and in this chaos, the skills of the best of them seems to prove itself.
While some were panicking and hiding and fighting for their lives, some were navigating their way through the chaos in search of prey. The dark skinned youth and Zandov are one such example and somewhere in the third cargo, a female was searching through.
Lassen on the other hand was sitting on the third cargo, unbothered. Even with all the chaos, he remained undisturbed. Apart from the fact that Zandov had told him to stay out of fights, he wasn't too interested either.
"Hey. Is this seat taken?" The lady that had been searching for prey asked as she sat across him without waiting for his reply.
"Octavia," she said with a bored expression.
"Lassen."
"What are you waiting for?" She asked,
Lassen looked at her with curious eyes. He was not one to strike up a conversation except whenever necessary but at that moment, he had a strong urge to ask the lady who she knew he was waiting and not resting.
"The nobles."
"Hmm. I've heard of them. A terrible bunch. I'm surprised they aren't here already to clear out "trash"!"
The lady made a ugly expression and an air quote as she mocked the nobles. Lassen found it a bit amusing. He turned his head towards the direction of the second cargo, he could see Zandov engaging in a fight with the other dark skinned youth. He had the upper hand.
But his eyes weren't focused on Zandov but beyond his position. He could see it behind his head, the solid metal door that led into the first cargo. His eyes narrowed, a strange glint flashing through.
I wonder what happened. Is it because of that? Those footsteps?
Bang!! Bang!!
Everyone suddenly paused, including Zandov who had the dark skinned youth pinned to the floor.
Bang! Bang!!
The sound reverberated once more and the speeding husk of metal seemed to vibrate a bit. Zandov immediately stood up, retreating a few steps. The youths that had been worried about their fights and time came to a halt also.
"Don't tell me…"
"Hey! I must be dreaming right? That sounded like it was coming from the first cargo."
"It can't be possible, what could be making the train vibrate as such?"
The eyes of all the youths seemed to travel through the space, through the second cargo door and directly at the first cargo door.
BANG!!
The door shook heavily, its rusted hinges creaked and little dents appeared on it. The eyes of the youths widened, they knew that the banging wasn't due to someone trying to open the door from inside.
Bang!!
With one final bang, the door shook off its hinges, bursting open with so much force, the door landed on the middle of the second cargo, knocking off its front door in the process.
Some of the youths shielded their faces while others, those at the second cargo, dodged out of the way of the metal door. But although they all had different reactions, their expressions were the same.
Even the stoic Lassen had a grave expression on his face. He was now standing upright, his fists clenched and his muscles tense.
The light dust that had gathered cleared up and the first thing that entered the eyes of the youths were two figures. One of them had his back to them, he was wearing a black vest and pants, boots and a fedora hat.
The other had a wild appearance to him with a loose tie, unbuttoned suit and shaggy hair. His purple eyes gleamed dangerously as he glared through his black hair at the youth opposite him.
"You! How dare you underestimate me!" Percy spat, his anger evident in his voice.
Zandov's eyes narrowed, a fight amongst nobles? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Zandov looked at Lassen, but the latter's eyes were locked on the two nobles. Zandov couldn't blame Lassen, no one knew how dangerous nobles were except both of them.
Zandov suddenly looked towards the first cargo and his pupils constricted.
This…
He was speechless. There were two ladies seated in the first cargo, their composure was clearly shaken but as expected of nobles, they managed to control themselves. One of them looked sad though, it was redhead Marceline.
On the expensive rug that covered the floor were bodies, bodies of youths. All of them were unconscious.
Zandov's lips trembled and his brows furrowed. He looked back at the two youths that had arrived. He felt a cold shiver down his spine as he locked eyes with Percy, he recognised the latter.
It's him. The young boy from back then.
Zandov reaches up to touch his torso subconsciously. Although the scar had healed, he seemed to still be able to feel the pain. It was a day he would never forget.
The mysterious youth placed his left gloved hand on his hat, setting its posture. Only then did the examinees who were now audiences to a fight far above them realise that in his right hand was a briefcase.
"You also seem to be holding back quite a bit. Why don't you unsheath your blade?" The mysterious youth provoked.
What? Is he mad!! That's Percival Warburn, a member of the Warburn family known for their swordsmanship. If he unsheathed his blade, there's no doubt that someone would die!! This is bad, I have to try to control the situation in some way....
Before Zandov could move, Percy suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was hoarse and it made the hair on the other examinees body stand. He suddenly ran his hand through his hair, packing it back to reveal his soft features.
His purple eyes gleamed with madness and lust! Intense lust for blood.
"Sure. I hope you don't regret your words. Asking a Warburn to unsheathe their weapon."
Percy packed his hair into a rough bun but the moment his second hand took hold of the sword, his aura changed completely. His eyes became cold and his madness vanished, receding like a tide.
"If you want death so much, I'll give it to you."