First Sighting 2.0
Reaper sat quietly at the back of the train, gazing out the window aimlessly. He heard a newspaper rustling slightly and slowly moved his eyes to the man near the middle. He blinked a few times, flicked to the right page and continued reading. A baby started crying a few rows behind him, just ahead of Reaper, its mother making sickening sounds to make it quiet again. He readjusted himself, positioning the jacket hanging off his body to continue to hide the massive weapon along his side. A small group of teenagers, two boys and a girl, were loudly talking in the middle of the carriage, and a couple were huddled together right at the front. The carriage rocked gently as the train rounded a long, slow corner, forcing Reaper to move once more, readjusting himself and the coat. Glancing out the window once more, he saw a tunnel up ahead; about two kilometres long, roughly half that away.
He did very little aside from move a hand underneath the coat. The newspaper man lowered his paper and folded it up underneath his arm. As the tunnel came closer, three lights inside the carriage flickered on to prepare for the coming darkness. The teenagers showed no sign of interest, the mother held her child and Lover One, the man, held Lover 2, his woman, tighter. The train entered the tunnel, blocking out the sun. The sound of the engine up ahead roared in through the windows, air rushing past, like it was trying to escape something. One of the lights at the front, above the couple, flickered, darkening the front for a moment. They didn't pay much attention to it. Then it happened. Everyone grabbed the seat in front of them as the train shuddered; screeching as the brakes rapidly slowed the train, sparks shooting up along the side, illuminating small parts of the tunnel. Finally, it rocked violently to a halt. Reaper tilted his head back against the headrest.
"The Christ is going on?" One of the boys asked, getting to his feet. The girl didn't show any emotion aside from confusion, but the second boy looked pretty scared. The mother and newspaper ma did nothing. A door at the front of the carriage opened and a train official came waltzing in like there was nothing wrong. He was wearing a red jacket with a symbol on the left shoulder. Reaper slowly angled his head back, subtly smiling. Lover One stood up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm. We are currently experiencing a problem with the engine. The problem will be resolved as soon as possible." He explained. "Please remain in your seats."
"Thank you, sir." Lover One said gratefully. Everyone sat down. Reaper got up, keeping his weapon hidden from view and pushing it with his arm onto his back properly, jacket hanging from his shoulders, other hand underneath the coat.
"Sir, please remain seated." The official ordered, taking a step forward. Reaper also took a step forward...and didn't stop.
"A problem with the engine you say?"
"Sir, sit down." The official said forcefully, reaching for something behind him.
"This engine is run by coal and fire and steel. There shouldn't be a problem with the engine unless it was purposefully done." Reaper still walked forward, slowly; almost like he was counting his steps.
"Sit! Down!" The official yelled, pulling out a revolver.
"Train officers do not carry guns behind them, they are on their waist. They do not use revolvers. They do wear brown jackets. And that is not the train company's symbol on that red jacket." He pulled his hand out from underneath his coat, a massive pistol in his grip, a barrel of nearly two feet long. The official fired the revolver. The slug travelled through the air towards the man who took the bullet in his shoulder; jacket slipping off, stained. The man didn't even flinch as blood splashed onto newspaper man. Everyone started screaming. The man fired his own pistol; a massive boom resonated throughout the carriage. The official slowly angled backwards, a massive hole in his forehead. Before the body could hit the ground, its flesh started to tear; the lights flickering.
"Get to the back!" Reaper yelled, aiming the pistol again. Everyone just sat in their seats, watching in horror as the dead body moved and fractured. The body of the official was torn open, like the Hulk tearing out of Bruce Banners clothes. And from inside the body came a massive creature, taking up the entire end of the carriage. A deformed head, jaws filled with steel teeth and two large claws were suddenly standing right before him.
"Fuck!" He fired the pistol three times, bullets impacting into its chest. Black blood exploded out its spiked back, but that didn't stop the monster. It reached out with one of its claws and grabbed Lover One. With a simple twist, it snapped him in two and began to suck out his insides. Lover Two screamed, as did everyone else. Everyone got up and ran towards the back. The monster finished sucking out the insides and tossed the skin and bones forward. He ducked and began firing again. The carriage was filled with echoing booms, muzzle flashes and roaring from the beast.
"YOU THINK A GUN CAN KILL ME?" The beast suddenly roared. Reaper dropped the pistol on a seat, shrugged off his coat and placed it on top. Strapped to his back was his preferable weapon, the one he had kept hidden; a four foot sword made from pure obsidian. He grabbed the hilt and ripped the sword free.
"COME ON!" The monster roared again, leaping forward. Reaper did the same, swinging the sword in front of him. The blade tore through the entire side of the carriage, tearing seats in two. The monster swung its clawed arm, trying to cut him in two. But he dropped down to his knees, sliding along the wooden surface and raised his sword, removing the beasts arm. It reared back, howling in pain and anger. It backed up and swung with its other claw. Reaper dodged the blow and quickly scaled backwards as the beast moved forward, bring a foot down where he had just been. He quickly sheathed his sword, grabbed his coat and pistol in a hand each and ran. The door to the rest of the empty carriages was open, but everyone was too busy staring in shock and horror to move.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Reaper yelled, swirling his coat around and slipping both arms into the sleeves, pistol back in its holster. Everyone turned and finally began to run as he moved quickly, the sound of the monster coming after them. He heard the monster roaring as he closed the door and continued running. They sprinted through the empty carriages until they opened the final doorway, light and the end of the tunnel not far ahead. They hit the ground and ran along the tracks.
"Who are you?" Newspaper man asked.
"Reaper...now keep running." He simply replied, looking back. There was a series of loud crashing noises before the entire back carriage exploded in a shower of splintered wood, steel and sparks, the demon moving charging through the debris and onto the tracks, blood from the man it had killed still running down from its jaws, red eyes gleaming in the darkness of the tunnel. Reaper entered the light and stopped while everyone else kept running. He slowly turned and got his pistol out again.
"Your master wants me? Well here I fucking stand!" He yelled back down into the tunnel. The demon ignored the wound on its entire side and charged forward towards him. Reaper raised the pistol and fired more rounds, even as the demon started laughing. But with a precise two shots, just before the demon was about to leap at him, two bullets slammed into its knees, bringing it to a shuddering crash on the ground. Reaper holstered the pistol and got out his sword, holding it to the beast's neck.
"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TALK?" It managed to ask, its voice distorted from the angle of its head. Reaper just smiled.
"No, I expect you to die." With a single thrust, he slashed at the creature's neck, removing its head completely. He looked at the people who were standing on the side of the tracks, a few yards away. He grinned slightly then sheathed the bloody sword once more, turning and walking off to the side of the tunnel, pulling out a cell phone.
"Found him. He was on a train, trying to harvest humans. No, I killed him first. We don't need their useless, second-hand information. Yes...yes I will." He hung up and put the phone in his pocket, walking away from the stunned audience.
Well, this is the second version which the tutor said kicked ass...and was better.