Sam had never been the best kid at sports so maybe he shouldn't have been surprised when his swing met nothing but air. All the adrenaline fueled strength in the world couldn't help you when you were too panicked by looking a nightmare in the eye he guessed. 

[b]“HAHA, you missed! Now’s my turn!”[/b] Came the gloating screech of the monster in front of him. It's voice was worse than its face, buzzing and grating against his ears like a high pitched whine on the edge of his hearing. 

In all the confusion of his first ever fight to the death Sam hardly noticed the flick of its wrist the thing sent at him, like some gesture to dismiss him. He felt what followed it though. The rush of air hit him like a brick wall, smacking him full on and knocking his improvised weapon from his hand. before he felt it rushing past and its push clutching at him like a hundred invisible hands. He didn't even have time to scream, that came once he realized the ground was gone.  

That came as a dreadful moment of realization when he regained his sense, opened his eyes, and saw the grav train looming above him. For a second that dragged on like nails down a chalk board Sam felt that stillness from before all around him. Smothering him. He screamed. With everything he had he screamed as his brain realized what was happening, as he felt the cold terror of knowing he was about to die. Helpless, frozen, tears welling in his eyes- THIS WASN'T RIGHT! IT WASN'T FAIR! And their wasn't anything he could do about it... he'd failed. All the boy could do was look on in horror as all hope left. 

Then there was that freakin' flash of light! The punk rocker chick from the train was floating above him, a big shit eating grin on her face. That wasn't even the weirdest thing of it all, she was actually in the goddamn arms of angels. One that was reaching down and grabbing Sam out of the air by his coat. So was he actually dead... was this what the end looked like? Like Gem and the Holograms? 

Thankfully for Sam's Catholic relatives, no. Their second giant woman friend took to the air like neither of the teenagers in her arms weighed a thing and dropped them off on the train roof. 

Sam dropped to his knees, eyes still watering and panting like a damn wreck. For some stupid reason he felt the need to look over the train's edge at the empty void, like he just had to check that he wasn't still there. His stomach churned and he instantly regretted that decision. 

"You... you saved me!" He practically squeaked. To purpele hair, and kinda to himself. 

Sam's heart was pounding in his chest like a sledgehammer and his shocks didn't end there. That angel that had just saved him (she was freakin' huge and shone like gold so she was pretty hard to miss) was already taking off and joining the fox chick fighting the giant spider. 

THE GIANT SPIDER?! That was the thing, the thing that got them before! Sam would recognize those legs anywhere. "We gotta get out of here!" He called to Purple. Except she looked like she was in a world of her own. Staring down the angel that had just saved them (had she gotten knocked out of the train too?) and was looking at it like... like she knew what was happening. Was she linked to that thing in some way?