《Tank》Chapter Three- Déjà Vu
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The tension was still raking her nerves. It has been what felt like hours and her butt was sore. Whenever she tried to stretch a hand would pull her back down. After a while numbness encompassed her. Not much happened since she woke up. Not even a word was spoken. Only the sound of her heartbeat and breath could be notify.
"He's here." A nonchalant voice spoke.
Soon footsteps and movements followed by the sound of opening doors.
For a moment there was silence then explosions shook the train.
Crap.
Her body had been rattled like a maraca which ensued pins and needles down her legs. Feeling around, her hands landed on another seat. Using it to stand up, she tried to find her center of gravity. It was uncomfortable with throbbing pain up and down but after a while it settled.
Swiftly she use her hands to take off her blind folds.
Her eyes widened at an all familiar sight.
Where have I seen this before?
Questioningly she looked at the only source of light on in the train. Glistening stars and galaxy bare face at her. It was even more than a thousand shooting stars.
Her attention was jerked away by more explosions that made her legs falter. After a while the air was filled with quiescence.
Opening of doors broke through her eardrums. She was petrified to see who it was but kept face. To her surprise it was someone that felt all too familiar.
"YOU!! Have we met before..?"
It really stooped her. The person before her was dressed in foreign clothes that can only be describe to her as Middle Eastern. He wore two colored scarf, white and yellow, that cover his head down to his shoulders. In fact she was pretty sure the person before favorite color must be yellow cause apart from the blue finely decorated coat and plain white shirt, it was the color that appear the most.
He might as well be a flashy stop sign.
"Forgot me already?" He looked genuinely saddened but it lasted only a moment before he crossed over to her.
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"Hey. Hey!! Stay back." She tried to push him away but it didn't affect him.
Without a moments haste he dropped down and picked her up and swung her on his shoulders.
"Sorry but it won't be long before those hounds get here." He cut off her oncoming protest.
She noticed his searching eyes and knew that they had to get out of here. Examining the car they were on her eyes landed on the windows.
"Look." She signaled to him her plan.
"There's no escape from there. We will be trap. Also, the split is coming." He waved off her plans.
"The split?"
"You'll see soon." He continued to search around.
Accepting the answer she tilt her head up trying to think of something when it caught her eyes. It was a latched.
"Look above you." She tug the shirt beckoning the man to her discovery.
"Can you reach?"
"If you give me a boost."
He took her from his shoulders and lifted her high enough to open the latch to the roof. Once done she tried to lift herself up but it prove difficult with tied hands, Suddenly she felt a big push as she was finally able to get her whole body on the roof.
"Thanks." She said looking back down, wondering how he would get up too.
Those worries prove futile when she saw him jumped through the hole and land few inches apart from her.
It took a while to noticed the outstretched hand right in front of her and when she did she could hear the other laughing.
"Alright. Now where do we go?" She tried to shut him up.
"Look behind you." He pointed to the locomotive.
Initially her eyes wonder to the swirling white masses that grew closer then to the train tracks that manifested inclining to them,
"We have to hurry."
Slow nod was her only answer to his prompting.
He lifted her up to her feet and dragged her in the opposite direction.
"Where exactly are we going?" Despite the high speed which the train was traveling, there was no indication of wind.
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"Down, soon."
She felt the rising of the structure below her feet. It reminded her of a roller coaster. There always a rise before the fall. Her feet was slipping out from underneath her.
"Whooa!!"
Before she could slip anymore she was garbed and then swung into the arms of the foreigner. He didn't look like he was struggling and stood upright with ease.
"Hold on."
Not too long after he said that did she noticed the men that had crawl to the rooftop. At that point she felt them get even closer as they started to close the distance.
"Quickly, don't fall."
She had to time to respond as he jolted into the nearing dangers. To her surprise he move nimbly, evading each blow aim for him or her. His punches were strong and would K.O some of the opponents.
"Tell me when the split is close." He barely dodged the knife that was pulled out for him.
Whoa!!
She felt scare for her life and his but receded the feeling on account that it was his fault she was in this. It was most likely him they were waiting for. Although she wasn't sure what she had to do with all of this.
Nevertheless, the man was helping and protecting her. He had even managed to knock down some of assailant off the roof. She felt worry for the fallen as she felt that they were lost forever.
In the end the thought pass and her eyes was drawn to the fight and the growing masses ahead.
"It's super close!! What are you gonna do??" Awe was all she felt at the many white whirlpools.
They drew closer and closer to the end. The white hole was engulfing the train. The fighting sides paused at the coming indignation.
"This is where we get off."
"Hu-"
At that he jumped off. Heading straight to another pool of light. Diverging from the train in time to make for another one. It felt like every fiber of her body melting and being suck into the hole. After the initial feeling she felt weightless as they were plummeting down to the Earth.
She shrieked and look around for something to break their fall. Finding nothing made her scream again.
"Hahaha!! Take my hands."
Her eyes were met with twinkling gold ones. When she didn't take his hands an arm encircled her. Instinctively she latched on. Below her was a vast desert and a tiny oasis.
This is it. The final end.
The ever nearing ground was burning into eyes.
"Haha!! Don't worry!! I got this!!" She could make out his voice through the glaring wind.
The grip around her grew and then nothing. She could still feel the ground coming.
"Do something!!" She shook him.
When he had stayed quiet it seemed like he had make terms with his death. Her eyes shut tight for impact.
Thought to be met with hard ground were vanished by their slow descent. In fact it was like they already on the ground but slowly descending.
"You should see how you look." Taunting could be heard from the male.
"Shut it." A warning was all the other got in return.
They weren't exactly falling anymore. She peered her surroundings. In all of the places she thought she might end up, on top of a palm tree was not one of them.
"Why don't you close your eyes gain for a minute?" He said sarcastically.
"What do you me-"
Her questions was answered by a sudden sinking feeling. Though it was brief it frightened her.
Right now she was trying to find her heart. All in one day she had come close to death more than once, which was enough.
"Okay. You can let go now."
Firm ground register in her mind of their return to earth. She let herself down and slid down to the ground.
"Thank you. Again." An influx of things has been pushed onto her plate today. None of which she wanted nor ever expected. One similarity between them all was man standing before her.
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