[center]She lowered herself into a crouch, turning her gaze away from the nigh omnipresent tinge of fluorescent-lit crimson. The cop had fallen onto the track, a long, weeping gash across his chest. His assailant had made his way to the group, talking to himself. Tabitha Calvicante didn't give a damn about either of them.[color=FF7F50] [i]Tristan...what the fuck, man?![/i][/color] She had caught the bare end of his defiant moment. The spray of matter she couldn't readily identify as anything other than blood and brains. The realization lingered in the air, and continued to do so, long after life had fled his form and his blood had settled into a quietly pulsing puddle.

 [color=FF7F50][i]The train's comin'. It ain't that bad. It ain't that bad. It ain't that...[/i][/color]

 Her stomach lurched and Tabitha turned her back on the group to dry heave for a moment. A rope of saliva slowly trickled to the ground, viscus and rattling.[color=FF7F50] [i]Just hurry up. Fuck. I ain't gonna be able to keep my nerve if it ain't happen soon.[/i][/color] Part of her acknowledged, without forming the words, that she didn't have the strength to stand up again. This was her spot for the big beginning.[color=FF7F50][i]Or a messy finale. Just like Will, I'm gonna end up splattered all over these fuckin' rails because of her. I got somethin' he ain't, though. Everyone here has the key.[/i][/color] She took the mask from inside her hoodie and lifted it to her face. [color=FF7F50][i]She said don't put it on until I got the right place. She said this was the right place.[/i][/color]

 The inside of it was etched with a series of perfect spirals that ran along the uneven surfaces. [color=FF7F50][i]Looks like it'd cut, even if I just put it on.[/i][/color] She rolled it over in her hands and met the slit-eyed stare, letting herself be pulled into its depths; anything to distract herself for what she'd just seen. Anything to let the moments pass by without clarity. The others could struggle with the dying guys. She was more worried about the ones who were already dead. Concern for herself was battered down, as it had been through the excrutiatingly long hour. [color=FF7F50][i]It's alright. He made a smart move. Ain't have to face down the train. He better be...[/i][/color]

 Sorrow surged from her core and threatened to drown her eyes. She kept steady on her feet, knees pressed against her chest, arms holding the Semblance aloft. Behind her someone else stepped onto the tracks. She barely heard it, given the near-malicious rumbling of the approaching train.

Instead, a voice cut through the chaos and facade. That same soft, insufferable voice that had brought her here. Tabitha felt her heart skip a beat and her grip on the Semblance tightened. She wanted to stand up and scream, to let loose all the tension that had been keeping her upright. She wanted to shout at everyone, letting them know exactly how stupid she thought they were; how little they were being. She wanted to give herself a bit of that thrashing, too, but it was all way too personal. She felt her knees give way, and Tabitha sank slowly onto the track; her eyes drawn to the placid speaker.

[color=708090]"The moment has arrived."[/color]

 The Ghost Girl stood over Tristan, her hand aloft over his crumpled form. Her eyes seemed focused on them, but Tabitha couldn't meet her gaze. From her fingers had spread small wispy threads of shifting hues, touching gently on the corpse. They wormed their way into his wounds, flaring violently after a moment of contact; then dispersing altogether. [color=FF7F50][i]The fuck was that about? Is that how she's gonna move us? I-[/i][/color]

 She pointed without ceremony, a bright and monstrous light filling the far end of the tunnel.

 [color=708090]"After I have transferred you to Irriss, I will answer what questions I am able. Then, we will part ways, for a time. There are those who have been prepared to guide you, in my absence,"[/color] The Ghost Girl took a step forward, looking down on them, now. Tabitha met her gaze, despite her position and felt a little more calm. The end was inevitable, after all, and bearing down on her with all of its weight. [color=708090]"You will meet them, before we part ways."[/color]

[color=FF7F50] [i]Parting ways, huh? Can't say I'm gonna miss ya. But if ya ain't around...[/i][/color]

 She didn't find the strength to stand, but she managed a small smirk.

 [color=FF7F50][i]Nah, that's for the best. Gives me time to figure out what the fuck's goin' on.[/i][/color]

 There wasn't much more time to waste with thoughts of vengeance, or regrets.

[color=FF7F50] [i]Those ain't gonna matter, soon, anyway.[/i][/color]

 Her eyes turned toward the light, and Tabitha embraced her departure from the cruel world around her. It was quick, and surprisingly painless, when it did come; just loud.

 Then it all faded...for a moment. Tabitha's eyes opened, again, mere moments after she had a clear vision of the subway train.

 Now, she stood in a field of lush grasses, vibrant flowers she'd never seen before and sparse trees. A well-worn dirt path snaked along her left, empty at the moment. The sky was blue and clear, sullied only by a few lazily rolling clouds. A soft breeze blew over her and shook her back to 'reality'.

 The others were there. As was the Ghost Girl.

[color=FF7F50] "So ya wasn't lyin'. Good to know. Ya owe us some fuckin' answers."[/color]

 The other nodded.

 [color=708090]"Allow the others to orient themselves, and we will begin. Whether you are aware of it, or not, you just experienced quite the journey."[/color][/center]