Snippet #2621356

Everyone in the cabin that Terry decided to sit in decided to keep coming and going. No one seemed willing to keep seated for even a mere moment. This was going to be the cause of a long train ride for Terry. He felt around his pockets for another dart, but could find none. He looked up at the two men in the cabin and was about to ask one of them for a ciggy, but the younger one walked off before he even had a chance ask. He looked out towards where the young lad went and decided that he was going to follow. He'd have better luck finding a cigarette somewhere else.

Terry looked at the only other man in the car now. “I'm off to find some fresh air. If you want to join me, come on along.”

Terry latched onto his knees and pushed himself out of his chair. He followed down the corridors that all the others had gone, figuring that there was a place to bum or buy a cigarette off of someone. The corridors were narrow, but provided a sufficient amount of light from the windows which aided in the appearance of more space. Midway down the hall, the pair of women from his brief encounter in the cabin were standing. The one on pants held her meekly held her cheek while the blonde stood beside her likely for comfort.

In the next hall over, there was the bar. The perfect place to sit down and attempt his search for his next smoke. However, there seemed to be a commotion. The young man who had just left him was getting the beat down. A man held him while another held a bottle.

“Hey!” Terry shouted. The two men looked over as Terry reached into side pocket. A moment of surprise struck over Terry's face as he picked out a cigarette, which he proceeded to light and take a drag from before continuing. “You two wet blankets better beat it before I give what's comin' to you.” Again, he reached into his pocket, this time to pull out a small pocket knife, which he licked open to point at the two goons.

The two men paid little heed to Terry's warnings and continued to shake hold down the young kid. Terry approached the fighting trio slowly, taking another drag from his cigarette. This time he nearly expending the whole thing in one breath. When he got close enough, the men started to talk big. “Stay back.” They said. “This is none of your business.” But Terry ignored their warnings. He could spot an idol threat and there was nothing for the guys to do. Either they focused their attention on Terry and let the kid go or they started beating down the kid and find themselves running with knife wounds so he continued forward. Instead of raising his knife hand, however, he took a final breath room his ciggy and was about to put it into the ashtray near by, but instead, pressed it hard against the one man's arm. He let out a yelp and let go of the kid. The man had no time to turn around to swing a punch at Terry, because before he knew it, there was a knife pressed hard against his back.

“Walk away now while you still can. The both of you.”

The two men didn't say another word, running off before they could find any more trouble.

“You ever live in a big city, kid? Too many of these goons to count. Don't walk around without one of these knives close to my side, but its saved me a couple of times.”