Chapter 15:

The Rebels Enter the Picture

Marchen Madness


Rikter POV

I kept running. I knew soon I would either be shot at and die or have a fight for my life and survive. Everything depended on my luck. The two men somewhere on my back were nowhere to be seen or heard.

I ran blindly before suddenly colliding with something or someone. Because of the previous momentum, I had already built-up I was yanked off my feet and fell a few centimeters away from the point the point of collision.

I look up to see that the person, I collided with was also in a similar position as me.

“Are you okay miss?” I ask as politely as could to the girl dressed as a maid while making sure to keep my guard up since she could also be the one who had been previously shooting.

She nods with her pretty little face flushed red. She accepts my hand which I had offered and gets up on her feet.

“Well well looks like you are still alive my assistant,” Somebody calls out coming out of the cabin a few meters away from our position.

The girl dressed as a maid raises her vigilance tries to run away but stops when finding out that I was still holding her hand. She blushes heavily at that but still keeps her guard up against detective Carlingtons.

“Umm sir did you put your hands on someone this young?”

“What the- Why would I even put my hands on someone like her?”

“Then why is she guarded so much against you?”

“Oh you should be asking that to her but it seemed she worked a hostess in the train.”

“Oh right did you hear a gunshot form around here?”

“Oh that was me shooting out because I was surprised by her presence” He says pointing to the gun in his hand.

I noticed the girl, whose vigilance was as sharp as a knife, lowering her guard and then look at detective Carlingtons with an ambivalence showing in her eyes. I knew they were both hiding something but I did not pry since it looked liked detective Carlingtons was planning out something and I knew, instinctively, that I had to play along.

“So what is your name girl? Mine is Rikter Madenheuse. You can just call me Rikter” I ask gently without raising my voice.

“You can call me Charl,” she replies with an incredibly sweet voice while blushing. It was so sweet that it felt fake to hear.

I felt like I heard that name somewhere, but I can’t really remember much about it. Probably something unrelated to this hijacking incident anyways.

“Oh wait I forgot to mention this but there are people on my track. They heard the shots being fired and will be here very soon.”

“What? Why didn’t you intercept them? I thought you were one of the top in your class when it came to combat training. That’s exactly why I accepted you as my direct subordinate.”

“Well sir there was two men who had guns on them. And by the sound of their confidence it shouldn’t be some ordinary handguns. It should be at least a rifle if not a machine gun.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! It will impossible to use machine guns in this small space unless they want themselves to die as well.”

Indeed his statement did have logic since bullets would bounce off the walls and hit anybody in an absolutely unpredictable way. That was however, considering if the gunmen were not amateurs. If they were, then they might as well kill themselves off along with us.

“Put your hands up, you guys are our hostages now.” Almost on cue, someone shoves the long muzzle of the gun on my back. I instinctively raise my hands up and so does detective Carlingtons.

“Why didn’t you finish your job, Charl? Weren’t you supposed to sedate every passenger already?” One of the men asks with a scrubby voice that did not suit his age at all. Infact both of the gunmen looked less than twenty yet they were talking with the voice of an old man.

“I did but-,” Charl hesitates for a second, “It’s okay, they are compatriots for our cause.”

“Compatriots? You should have said that sooner,” The older of the two speaks as they both lower their guns.

“And here we almost scared them away.” The boys smile while speaking in their real voice this time.

“Well then let’s all fight while praying for our rebellion’s success, alright comrade!” The younger one claims while offering me his hand extremely enthusiastically.

I accept his hand of friendship before realizing something-

Did he just say rebellion? Oh God what did I just get myself into. I notice that even detective Carlingtons was grinning with worry as droplets of sweat could be traces on his forehead. Why was he even nervous right now when he is the very reason we are in trouble right now.

Marchen Madness