Morgan screamed, "AHHH!!! WE'LL DIE!!"
As each second passed, Morgan's heart skipped a beat. Morgan felt the intense pain even before experiencing it. Charles looked around and rushed towards the open window and closed it.
The time had finally come. The train had to crash on the hill. But wait. The train went right through the hill. From the white, snowy mountains, through the tough hill, they reached a completely different terrain.
The train was now in the dark mines. The source of light was the thick, wooden torches lit at the left and right of the train randomly. It seemed like they were in a completely different realm.
Golds were shining and scattered everywhere around the mine. After some minutes, they reached the end of the tunnel.
Just before the train got out of the tunnel, it stopped. The train stopped because suddenly, ice covered the train. Morgan was speechless.
What just happened was too hard for him to swallow. He was clueless. He was dumbstruck. He screamed so loud that now, he was ashamed.
Charles looked at him saying, "Um, what was it? I didn't think you were that kinda person."
"No, that's not what you think it is."
"You don't need to act strong. I can understand. Having to join Interpol out of the blue, it sure is hard and nerve-wracking."
"It's not that. I just thought we were dead meat."
"I can't blame you for that. If I knew you'd be so afraid, I'd have informed you sooner. If someone asks you why did you scream, tell them that you fell on your balls."
"What? I guess that's better than telling the truth."
The ice covering the train melted slowly. After 5 minutes, the ice had faded completely. Passengers went out of the train. Charles went out from the door of the compartment.
Morgan followed him like a tail. All the passengers, including them, gathered in front of a golden door. An old man opened the door from the other side of the passengers and closed it, entering in front of the crowd.
He said, "Before you enter, I am sad to inform you all that the training grounds are closed."
Loud cries of the crowd covered everyone's ears. A huge breakout occurred. Everyone cursed the old man. After a minute of break out, a stone came shooting towards the old man.
The old man grabbed the stone and broke it from his grip. He inhaled a lot of air and let it out at once with a loud voice saying, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
Everyone was silent. The voice of that old man was so overpowering that even Morgan was stunned. After a moment of absolute silence, Charles spoke, "Master, at least let us pass. We are here for a different reason."
The old man said, "Oh Charles, come here. And the rest of you, get on the train. The train is going back."
Everyone else slowly got on the train. After about 5 minutes, the place was empty. Charles and Morgan reached the old man. The old man said, "I still remember those days when I trained you. Do you remember, or you forgot?"
Charles replied, "How could I forget those days." He remembered the glances of the younger old man beating younger him.
The old man looked at Morgan with a dead serious look, as if he'd kill Morgan and asked, "And who might this lad be?"
Morgan returned the old man's glare with his own and said, "Mind it, old ass geezer. I'm not a lad."
"Then what? A kid I suppose?"
"Call me small again and you'll get it."
"Fine, I won't call you a kid. I'll call you a brat."
Morgan suddenly jumped on the old man. At the next moment, the old man slammed him on the ground and grabbed his neck with a tight grip.
Morgan's face was getting redder and redder. His eyes were getting red too. His veins pooped out at his neck, forehead and even cheeks.
Morgan slowly began to bleed from his nose, followed by tears of blood and at last, drops of blood dripped from his ears.
Charles said, "Master, stop! This brat ain't good enough to survive this."
The master pulled the brat up from the neck, not leaving the grip. When Morgan was up, he tossed Morgan on the railway track.
The master said, "Charles, tell me. Who's this spoiled brat?"
Charles replied, "Sir, this is my first student. I've yet to teach him the ropes of Interpol let alone train him and beat discipline in him. Sorry for this kid's rudeness."
"Well, if you say so. But still, I didn't expect you, a student of mine, to bring his student here. I didn't expect you to end up being a teacher."
"Sir, it's just that this brat messed up against the Black Serpent."
"He seems to be a troublemaker like you. By the way, why were you here?"
"We are on our way to the Golden Frost Village."
"There? With this brat? No chance. I won't let you. Unless you allow me to train that spoiled brat. I won't take much. Just one battle is enough."
"As you wish, sir. But don't make it too late, take just one day, please."
"OK."
The master opened the golden door. Charles carried Morgan on his back and entered as he closed the door.
They were inside a basement. Large boxes of steel were spread everywhere in the room. The room was enormous but short in height.
The master walked forward. Charles followed. After a walk of about some minutes, they reached the end of the room.
The room was completely made of steel but only the door was golden. The ceiling of the room was filled with many LED lights. The room was completely metallic-coloured.
The bright light gave the room a complete secret underground confined base vibe. At the end of the room, there was another golden door, identical to the door of the entrance.
As the master opened the door, Charles said, "This place is a lot better than what it was at my time."
The master replied, "It was until something very bad happened."
To be Continued...