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What if your past was filled with the taunts of demons? What if all you ever could do was run? What if you were chosen to go to battle with demons ,with no choice of yes,or,no,just the fact of your going.Many in the past have been chosen,but many have died,thats why we were summoned.
Neararo with the side of of his head against the cool glass of the train window glared out at the gloomy landscapes that once were so beautiful,but now looked so dead.
There were other people on this train as well as himself,all for the same reason.
He closed closed his eyes thinking of what was yet to come,after all,they weren't far from their destination.

( Save me or I'll die of boredom! )

Suddenly the doors at the end of the car and in walked a young woman with full armor on and a sword hanging at her side. "Alright, if you think this will be a stroll in the park come sit behind me." Almost half the car went and sat behind her, smirking as they went. She turned around and smirked back at them. "You soldiers will get off at the next station to be assigned to a new assignment." Alex said as she turned back around. "As for you guys. You passed the first test, nothing is as easy as it seems." She said walking towards them. "You will remain on the car until we get to L.A." Alex finished, walking back towards an empty seat and sitting down.

When the doors had opened Neararos eyes instinctively shot open and he looked back at the lady.
He was of course,not one of the scared people who scrambled to sit behind her. He sat firmly where he was.How could such weak cowards even get summoned for this... He looked down and closed his eyes and slightly smiled,he had passed the first test,but god knows how many other tests this lady would try, his smile faded before anyone could notice, he looked diagonal from where he sat,looking at her out of the corner of his eye ,
Was she the commander? he wondered

Jacob was just the conductor. That's it. Nothing more. Not anything more than just a conductor. Not to him, not to anyone. He didn't matter, for he was absolutely nothing. Simply put, no one seemed to cared. And that's what he really hated. Now, he knew pretty damn well where the train was going. Oh, he knew. He knew most of what was the problems. And because of his stupid ideology, he would never suicide. Not at all. Instead, he would go down fighting.

And that is just what he intended to do. The music played on his earbuds. It was a music that made him almost cry. This one was Too old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die. It was just the beginning, but he knew it was going to go down ugly. And he didn't care.

"So the old Rocker gets out his bike, to make a ton before he takes his leave. Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner, just like it used to be. And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. Yes he's too old to rock and roll, but he's too young to die,"

The train came to a stop about twenty minutes later and the men who thought this mission was easy got off and watched the doors close a final time before their trip to L.A. Alex got up once again when the train started moving again and faced the remaining officers. "I am Alexandra. You will call me Alex or Ma'am." she said taking a step towards them. "We are now a team until we all either die in hell or come back in one piece. Any questions?" she said eyeing them all carefully and judging who will die first. Her bets were on the skinny one with the glasses to the left of Neararo.

Jacob descended the steps of the train slowly, not really caring about anything. While he hated Demons with all his life, that wasn't really his job. It was Matthew's job, but Matt wasn't here, now was he? Where was he? He didn't know, and didn't care. Why? Because it wasn't his job. But he would go down in a frenzy of fighting. There was no way out of that.

He took a sip of the bottle of brandy he was carrying with him, drinking a bit, and corked the top. He lit his cigarette, but not the cigar. As they said, it wasn't over till the fat lady sang, and he wasn't going to get his victory dance on just yet. He puffed the smoke out of one side of his mouth, and brushed his hair back. Time to join the ranks.

This person, this girl, it seemed, knew what she was talking about. In a sense. She most certainly was interesting. And in more ways than one. Been a long time, a damn long time since he'd been anywhere near a woman.

"Been a long time since I rock and rolled," And wasn't that the truth, and he took another sip before joining the ranks.

Neararo looked out his window as the men,and a few ladies departed ..Fools... He watched them as they went behind like the past,Those men and women were now faded memories to him,he didn't care,the train continued to move forward.
For a second he was lost in his thoughts but when he heard the lady start to talk again he broke out of his thoughts and he focused on her....Alex huh.. he wasen't much to calling anyone sir or ma'am,so he'd stick with Alex,even if he was the only one.
Most people shook their heads no,either their question was stupid or they didnt have one.Neararo shook his head no..honesty he had no questions. He knew what was to come.

"Good. Now everyone pair up." She said sitting down and waiting for everyone to pair up. There were enough people for everyone to have a pair. She didn't care how inconvenient this test was, it was necessary. It was to bond all the officers with everyone. "Once you have your pair stand by the left side seats in a line with your partner in front of you."

"Pair up? Listen, Ma'am, I ain't pairing up with anyone. So keep that notion out of your head. I work alone, but if someone wants to tag along, they're more than welcome. So long as they don't complain, got something stronger than Pepsi, and a few smokes," Jacob said, and he stared at her. She could try all she wanted to make him pair up. He wouldn't not for a second. As long as he had that brandy in his hands, and the cigarette in his mouth, he wouldn't do anything.

Neararo wasen't sure who to possibly pair up with..every time he'd decide who he would pair up with ,someone would slip in and pair up with them instead.geez..this is almost impossible
Soon everyone had a partner,exept him and someone else... he had to deal with it...it was all he had,he and his partner joined the other pairs.

Alex walked up to Jacob and took the cigarette and the brandy out of his hand, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. "You will pair up and you will not get drunk on this assignment, or it will cost you your life I guarantee it." She said uncorking the bottle and pouring a little on the floor. "If you do not cooperate, I swear I will go through all of your things and find every box of cigaretts and burn them, and find every bottle of brandy, whiskey, and beer and poor it on the floor and make you watch me." Alex said glaring Jacob in the eye.

"Hey, what's your name, son?" Jacob asked. He had completely forgot his previous statement, only because this guy seemed cool. He didn't mind at all. In fact, if this guy was anything like him, then it would be wonderful. Also, because he was pissed at her. When she walked away, he gave her the bird, and fished a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lit it, and popped it in his mouth, offering one to his new friend.

He looked over at the two,he found it a bit interesting how this guy thought he could bring cigarettes, beer ,and whiskey,and get to smoke and drink all he wanted on this 'trip to war'.But of course he didn't show his expression of interest.But he had to admit she made a good decision about it.

He looked over at the man before him, “Neararo..” he said simply ,he denied the offer

Alex rolled her eyes, aware of the new cigarette he lit and continued with the test. "We will do a blindfolded tournament, your partner will be guiding you through the tournament and telling you what to do based on the opponents moves. Each pair will be given an ear piece and each partner will be given a chance to fight. The winner of the tournament will be in my immediate team during the raid, and after might be invited to my next raid of hell. If we survive this one." Alex finished looking at each pair in the eyes.

"Well, Neo. Lets hope you are the chosen one, eh? That'll be the day. So, seems like we got this tournament, eh? Well, lets do this!" Jacob was ready for anything they could through at him. He knew this, and more. He would be on that team. He would get in, and probably not leave. Probably. Small chance he would.

Neararo sighed an almost quiet sigh, These tests just keep getting easier and easier,don't they sarcasm thick in his thoughts. He looked at his partner and nodded. He didn't see them making through this easily,getting that opportunity.

Alex pushed a box of blindfolds to the middle of the room. "Two for each pair, unless you want to share." She said as pairs came up and got blindfolds. She had made these specially to hug the users face to prevent cheating and to make the user feel like he is in complete darkness. "There will be no cheating, hits to the face is not allowed, as to the nut area. Are we clear?"

Jacob had the blindfold on, still smoking his cigarette. This would be very easy for him. In fact, he didn't even know if he should try. But if it came down to that, he would. He had an attitude to him that he hadn't had in years. But it wasn't because he liked it. It was because he needed something to do besides think about his life.

"So, when do we start?"

Neararo thought about what she said,both of those places people always go for first...
He walked to the middle of the room and got himself a blindfold,no cheating on this test huh,guess expect none the less. he walked back to his partner seeing as though he was already blindfolded.He looked at her thinking the same question. Bring it..