ace couldn't explain the string of

snowy pavement so slippery he felt like he was wearing a pai

still approaching, like a blood

it was being pressed down by a heavy stone, and the reflection of Brad's g

ing from, but his instincts told him th

ead, and as far as the eye could see, the platform wa

er, the piercing sound of metal on metal coming from behind him - the two dark figures still in hot pursuit, the

rushed up the stairs, the iron ladder creaked underfoot, and the wind p

n shoddy thick coats, students clutching bulging school bags, an

ily sardine, his head down to hide his face

dows hadn't caught up yet, but the arrogant

the train in a hu

rm, its body rusting from years of lack

gripping the handrail to steady himself. It

ed his forehead. He glanced sideways out the windo

ng white light suddenly flashed in his mind, as

d gripping the handrail so tightly

he last time Brad had experienced it as if someone h

lowed by the sharp sound of ripping metal - the rails snapped and the t

s of the passengers as someone fell into the water, blood ming

n the phone. Suddenly, her expression changed abruptly, and she was run thr

at five minutes

lmost fell over as the drunk next t

in turmoil, his eyes l

clearer than ever, as if dea

asn't his responsibility, but the woman's face lingered in his mind like a gho

"Next stop, 35th Street." Fo

breath and deci

r of the car, pushing through the crowd w

d to stop this disa

his eyes sweeping ahead as the redhead's

, staring intently

arriage suddenly shook and th

nce intertwined with the noise of the train as

burly worker stared at him angrily, beard

m conviction in his mind - to save

d pulled down the brake

the carriage came to an abrupt stop, the passengers lo

is ribs raw from the impact, but he had no time t

a stop, the rails unscat

of relief, cold sweat dr

bbing her arms and glaring angrily at him, st

nt, his heart

d, he had chang

nt, the back door of the compartment was suddenly and

tight black leather suits, and in their hands were sharp short knives,

in terror at the sudden ar

d to escape, but the carriage was overcrowded

get away with this, boy." The voice was cold as if ex

w, his hands reaching into his pockets to fumble around, hoping to find som

ing as he tried to come up with a go

rward, the tip of the knife

lights in the carriage suddenly went o

bend down, pushing the fat man next to him away with all h

ered a few times

isappeared as if blend

r to Jace that

and as soon as it opened, he jumped out with

snow making his vision blurry, and the sound

figures coming down the stairs, k

ation, running so fast he could barely breathe, his hea

garbage cans and graffiti,

tch his breath, and pulled out his cell phone, his han

it up, a wave of ver

reflection, his pupils were still that eerie blue col

nded again, cold and merc

its composure, but the voice still echoed in hi

low and determined, as if the hunter knew dee

he two dark shadows gradually approached, the light of th

with only one firm beli

other end of the alley, which both resembled the roar of

ch coat, his figure was tall and straight, his black hair hid half of

opped and turned t

ly leaning against the cold wall, chaotic emotion

as he here to save

but his intuition told him