NABC Chapter 14 Train Robbery
Chapter 14 Train Robbery
Victoria was explaining non human travel to me. "Through a series of trains, tunnels, and underground caverns, non humans travel from place to place. Most nonhumans can't blend into human society like we can, so they have to stay completely out of sight of humans to survive."
"Otherwise, they could get experimented on, hunted down, or worse, enslaved. That's what happened with freak shows during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. A lot of cast members were captured nonhumans."
"Why am I not surprised that humans in the past sucked? Hell, I know a lot of humans who suck now," I said.
"Well, said," she said.
"So we're supposed to steal a book, an amulet, and a key? From dragons?" I said.
"That's what he said," she said.
"How are we supposed to do that exactly? I'm exactly a thief or a burglar. Well, not anymore," I said.
"You were a burglar?" Victoria said.
"At one point. I never broke into anyone's homes, though. Just stores," I said.
"What for?" She said.
"Food, mostly," I said.
"Oh. That's depressing," she said.
"Yeah, being homeless and penniless can be pretty depressing," I said. "Things got better though."
"Good. So we're going as a married couple that works at the school or two teachers?" She said.
"Now, folks," the leader of the gang said, "this can be simple and easy, or complicated and hard. Just put your valuables in the bags my compatriots are so gracefully holding out for you to fill, and we'll be on our way."
"What's the rush?" I said standing up.
He shot me in the chest before responding. When he saw I wasn't going down, he said. "Vampire, huh? You guys are pesky little rodents ain't you?" He emptied the bullets from his gun and started reloading it.
As my chest wound healed itself, thanks to a combination of my vampiric regeneration and troll regeneration, I said to the system, 'How do I use my ink generation ability?'
[Make a fist. Then aim the top of your fist at your target and squeeze. I'll provide you with a targeting reticle so you can determine where you're aiming]
Two targeting reticles appeared in my view as I made fists at my sides. I aimed them at the lead zombie and fired one off. As I squeezed my fist, a jet of black liquid sprayed across the room into the zombies eyes.
The ink blinded him but he still fired off a few shots at me blindly. One of them hit me in the gut. It hurt. A lot. It burned. I put my fingers into the wound to get the bullet out.
I fell to my knees and then onto my side as I continued to fish in my guts for the bullet.
I could feel where it was from the burning sensation. I finally got it out and brought it up to my eyes. Silver. A silver bullet. So wood didn't work, but silver did. I dropped the bullet on the ground because it was burning my finger tips.
I convulsed on the ground for a bit while the wound in my stomach healed. After about thirty seconds, I was good as new and got back up. The zombie was still blinded by my ink. I kicked the gun away from him and punched him in the face, knocking him out.
"Boss!" One of the other zombies came over to him.
"Get him and the rest of you out of here before I turn his gun on you!" I said.
One of them grabbed their leader. They opened the train car side door and jumped out. I made sure they left the valuables.
Victoria and I distributed the valuables back to their owners. One of the train security guards came into the car afterwards, and we gave a brief incident report before getting off at our stop.
I grabbed the bullet that pierced me with a cloth napkin and put it in my pocket. I was thinking of keeping it as a reminder that I can still be hurt. I'm not invincible.