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Seated in a middle carriage, Black Annis was thrown forward and across the compartment hard, coming to an equally sudden and jarring halt against the opposite wall. Picking herself up, she cocked an ear and took in the utterly foreign sound of the wheels of the train squealing painfully loudly under brakes. Combined with the shrill scream of the steam train’s whistle, Black Annis, now standing, strode to the window and stared through her reflection into the black night. And saw nothing but darkness.


Cloak still dripping the  conductor’s blood, her initial thought was to time slip immediately, but the uncertainty of doing so whilst moving stopped her. She could feel the train slowing, and not knowing what else to do, she sat, gazing once more into the inky blackness of the night.


As the train came to a holt, she saw through her window a massively oversized black cat trot past her carriage, a huge smile creased her lips.



With a last-minute change of plans, Bast, for ‘Bastard’, extended her wings and flew to the end of the train. Landing on top of the rear most carriage, shotgun in hand, with her assorted arsenal of weaponry shoved through the belt about her waist, she swung down, her feet causing a thump as she hit the external landing. First utilising convention, her attempt at opening the door via its handle failed dismally, the door being locked as it was. Next, she took a step back, and with the heel of her stout boot, she kicked the door handle with all of her might, causing her to fall over backwards and topple off the small landing and onto the track. Cursing, she picked herself up, dusted herself off, and clambered back onto the little veranda. Shoving her hand angrily beneath her cloak, she withdrew her stick from the pouch stitched within it. Pointing the stick at the door handle, she muttered a few words, and the handle, plus the edge of the door and the frame beside it promptly melted away with a hiss and a spit and a feather of smoke. Replacing her stick, Bast stepped through the open doorway, leaving the door open behind her, pulled back both hammers of the shotgun and brought it to her shoulder. With the barrels leading she made her way along the passage of the carriage. Passengers froze at the sight of her, Sardine striding along in her wake.


At the other end of the train Maude, Maudering Bitch, aka – Kali ‘Goddess of Death’, had equal amounts of trouble getting into the carriage. In her case, she had resumed her Goddess form, and found that twelve feet of angered shotgun wielding deity was too large to fit in through the carriage door. After bring herself down to a reasonable two metres in height, she too kick the locked door, only to put her foot through it, with the door remaining soundly locked. After a certain amount of wobbling about and less than deity like cursing, she managed to extract her foot, placed her hand through the hole she had created, and opened the door from within by doing no more than turning the handle.


Hearing the ‘crash’ of Maude kicking her foot through the door, Cat, the Cat Sidhe, sprinted toward the origin of the noise, slipping between the metre wide gap between the little Volkswagen, its lights still blazing. Coming alongside the front carriage, she slowed, taking in the screams coming from the passengers within. Moving forward again, down the length of the train, twin booms from somewhere adjacent to her, yet within the train, tore through the night. Someone was firing a shotgun; stopping, cocking an ear, Cat waited for silence, proof that their quarry had finally been dealt a terminal blow. Crashing and banging quickly followed, and Sardine jumped to the ground from a coupling between carriages, and sprinted toward her. Seeing the Cat Sidhe, Sardine skidded and turned, and shot back to the train, bounding back up into the car she had just alighted.


Hot on her heels, Cat bounded behind the smaller feline, entering the car and sprinted down the passage.


She smelt her blood before she saw her. Maude lay flat on her back, gouts of blood spurted from a multitude of deep wounds. Stopping and looking down at her, Maude minutely raised her head, lifted an arm, and pointed down the passage. As if pre arranged, first one, then another extremely loud blast filled the air. The screaming that followed boarded on the unnatural. Sprinting once more, Sardine close behind her, Cat slammed open a carriage door, jumped the gap between cars, knocking the opposite carriage door from its hinges in her flight. What she saw had her skidding and slipping to a hasty stop causing Sardine to crash into her rear legs.




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