After the people in black suits and Morgan went up, the trapdoor closed with a 'thud', and Stacy reached the second compartment. Everyone was sleeping.
He ignored them and the 'thud'. He went forward as he reached for the driver's compartment. He pulled out the door and reached the first compartment.
It was the one behind the driver's compartment. It was the only business class compartment of the train. Every bed were packed with expensive jewels and cosmetics.
The room was filled with the soothing aroma of magnificent perfumes. Rich old businessmen were taking sips of wine. Prostitute women surrounded old and young men.
The rich ladies were teasing the gentlemen. The compartment was half of the entire train. It felt like an entirely different world. Even out of business class, it was a 4-star compartment.
But such things were a trivial matter for Stacy, a man who knew his position. He knew that, at most, he could only stay there for a few minutes.
He walked his way to the driver's compartment. In front of the door was a lady backed by 2 enormous 10-foot tall and 5-foot wide guards who were someone no one would mess with.
The lady said to him, "Going past this door is prohibited."
"I don't care. Let me through."
One of the guards stepped forward and said, "Who the fuck are you to not show respect to her? Do you even know who she is, pest?"
"Just because you're a troll doesn't mean that I am a pest. It's just that you can't stand normal people taking normally with your 'madam'."
"You need to be taught a lesson. You're dead, scum."
The guard took out a stick half his size, thick enough to destroy cars. He pointed the stick upwards and with a rush, crashed it on Stacy.
Smoke covered the areas. People began yelling, "How insolent."
"Don't you have manners?"
"Who is this uncivilised person?"
"What a loudmouth."
"Why's that troll spoiling the mood?"
Slowly, the smoke cleared. Stacy had crushed the stick with one hand. He said with a cough, "What were you talking about?"
The guard's eyes reddened as he looked down. Stacy took out an arrow from his back. The arrow was inside his clothes. He snapped his finger which held the arrow.
Two more arrows grew out of the arrow. He took a few steps back. He held 2 arrows with his teeth. He threw the arrow in his hand with precise accuracy. He did the same with the remaining two.
Two of the guards were dead on the spot. But, the lady blocked the arrow. She said, "Why do you insist on dying so much?"
Everyone began cheering for her and humiliating him. He thought, "Everyone's a sexist. No one cares for a man. Then so be it. I won't care for them."
He said, "What do you think of yourself? How good do you think you are? At least, if you're bad, I'm worse, for you."
The lady walked towards him. He kicked down and jumped up, skipping the woman. He entered the driver's compartment and locked the door from inside.
Boom!! A loud sound of a bomb blast came. He exclaimed with a fast voice, "What the fuck?!" He shifted his focus back to the mission.
He looked towards the driver. The driver's seat was facing towards the front. The glass covering the train from forward was stained with blood from outside.
The first question that came to his mind was, "What's going on here?"
He reached the driver's seat. The driver was pinned on the chair by tape. The tape covers the driver completely. Bang! The door crashed down as the lady entered the room.
Stacy thought, "Shit. I gotta do something. Anyways, what the fuck is Charles doing right now? He must be sleeping. And here, the driver is in such a condition."
The lady said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Stacy, the man who will bang, I mean beat you."
"You must be one of those Interpol officers."
Stacy didn't make a reply but was taking off the tapes on the driver.
The lady continued, "I'll assume that you are one of them. Your silence tells me that. You're in no place to be saving others."
The lady sprang forward. Stacy broke the connection of the driver's seat from the floor and carried it along with the driver on his back. He tossed the driver and the seat at the first compartment.
Now, only he and the lady were inside the compartment. He said, "I admit, you're a strong chick. I'd make you my wife but you ain't worth it. You just look good."
"You're no one to judge me." The woman took out a whip and struck Stacy with it. Stacy took his time dodging the attack.
He jumped around with full caution. He wasn't showing it but he was having a hard time dealing with her.
With every move the lady made progress. After a while, Stacy was behind the door frame and the lady was behind the window.
Stacy thoughts were keeping him from making a move. He thought, "This woman is tough, that's for sure. Half assed moves won't work on her.
My arrows won't work. I can't get near her. She has that whip. Should I use 'that'? If I do, it'll be my last shot. If she turns out not to be the main boss of the ones who harmed the driver, I'll die.
But, she has me cornered. I can only act tough. But in reality, I can't do shit against her. The one who can block my arrow can kill me with ease.
So, if I'm being killed no matter whatever I do given the worst case scenario and I'll win in the best case scenario, why not do it? Yeah, I'll do it."
Stacy said, "Dragon Bow!"
The air around him began getting pulled towards his fists. The woman bound him with the whip. She pulled the whip but he didn't move a muscle. He moved his hands in certain patterns. The air on his fists was now so thick that it created afterimages.
The afterimages were as thick as the actual fists. He made the shape of a bow and an arrow. The rich people were struggling to breathe and so was the lady whose grip on the whip loosened due to lack of air intake.
"Breath Arrow!" He released the image of an arrow. The image of the arrow went towards the lady. The aim was perfect, right on her throat.
The arrow glided through the lady's throat and also destroyed the glass behind her. The lady was dead. The muscular and bulky Stacy was now as thin as a skeleton and completely drained out of energy and all the muscle mass.
He couldn't stand up and knelt. He said, "I. Win." He raised his fist and made a grin. The last bit of his energy to stay awake faded. He fell and got unconscious.
The arrow was so strong that it not only destroyed the first compartment but also destroyed the train track till about 100 meters ahead.
To be Continued...