~Audiophile~

"Come on, come on! Don't fight, fighting's not nice, and we're all supers, so we could cause some serious damage to each other, and--and, I'm sure that this girl is really very nice, deep deep down, Alexis! Let's just all calm down, and, um, be friends? Be the bigger person! She's probably just grouchy, so, uh, maybe we should all cool off and wake up properly before we get into any, uh, sticky situations?"

Before she could make good on her threat, Kity walked over spouting some nonsense about this jackass being nice deep down. Alexis seriously doubted that she was even close to being a good person. Kitty herself didn't really sound like she was so sure herself. Whatever, she wasn't doing a very good job of convincing her to back down. Just the look of this chick annoyed her off enough to put her in a bad mood. Alexis bet that she was a little pampered princess that thought she had it so bad because one of her hairs was out of place.

“Y-yeah, come on, dude. She’s not worth it. Might as well let it go. If she wants to make an ass out of herself, we can all laugh about it later. It’ll be fun, yeah?” Graham spoke up next. He seemed pretty eager to teach this prima donna a lesson at first. Now though, he seemed more like a timid rabbit. His courage waned quickly it seemed. Whatever. She didn't need Kitty's or Grahams help to teach this uppity brat a lesson. It was then, little miss Empress decided to actually reply.

"Oh, you must be the Queen of the Losers, then? How precious. You only live up to your title then, Loser, with how easily you get riled up. Run along, little Loser, I am sure your circle of reprobates can continue their discussion of things meant for babies and nerds - sorry, losers - who can't grow up, but do so in quiet."

Her voice, the way she talked just sealed the deal for her. It sounded exactly like some rich, stuck up, snobbish brat. Alexis' eyes' only narrowed as the girl continued to speak. It was taking what little self control she had to not up and slap her right there. She wanted too, really, really, wanted too but Kitty did have a point when she said they could all cause some serious damage here if she did something. This tram was moving quite fast, and if she happened to go overboard and damage a part of it...well, who knows what could happen?

"You two must be the King and the Princess then, yes? How adorable. Oh, yes, I'M the one making an ass of myself, when it is Queen Loser here flying off the handle over simple words. Take her away, you two, she's only serving to embarrass herself and I am almost feeling sorry for her. Much the same way a member of PETA feels sorry for a caged animal in the zoo. Run along now, before people start assuming I'm in league with you. And by the way, turn that awful junk down, would you? Some of us don't enjoy the sounds of garbage in our ears."

That, was it. Alexis could handle her music being insulted. She could have simply just walked away, and she probably would have at both Kitty's Grahams, and even Tony's urging if little miss perfect had kept her damn mouth shut. By now, Alexis' face was one of crazed anger, taking a hand from one of her pockets as she raised it to her headphones, a finger idly tracing the edge of the speaker.

"Heh...I bet you think you're so, so, goddamn fucking special, don't you little miss Princess?" She replied, with a low chuckle as she shoved past Tony and ignoring the threat from the talking food-disposal unit. The other girl wouldn't be able to tell, but she was slowly absorbing the sound waves from the music that was playing. "Let me clue you in, bitch. I'm ten times better at every-fucking-thing than you will ever be." In one quick motion, her hand smacked right into Brett's face, her fist aimed right for her pretty little face. If it connected, not only would the physical force of her punch be felt, but a shockwave of sound would be created as well, even if it missed. The force was certainly strong enough to shatter the window behind the blow, and most likely easily be loud enough to be heard a bit of a ways down the tunnel too.

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~Meredith Hillard~
~Your Average Space Alien Horror~

A loud, low sounding shockwave of air burst from the tram tunnel. The blast wasn't enough to be damaging more than it was startling, though it didn't seem to affect Meredith any more than things normally did. In fact, she seemed completely unfazed at first. The train should be arriving soon, and that was not a normal occurrence. Did something happen? Had the kiddies gotten into a fight? Oh, that wouldn't do at all.

"Well, that's not good~" She smiled, shoving the entire leek into her mouth, seemingly swallowing it whole - how it all fit in there would be a mystery to anyone. "Sounds like someone is having a party and they didn't invite me." She sighed, hopping up from the seat as she landed on the tiled floor, stretching a bit causing a few of her bones to snap. "Tsk~ I never get invited to the fun parties the kiddies have. Its like they don't trust their Teacher! What, am I going to tell on them for 'partying hard'? Pfft."She laughed, did a little twirl and turned to face Paul.

"Be a dear and go to the control station right over there and pull the brakes on the tram. It should get here soon enough, and teach anyone who was having any fun to invite me next time!" And by that, she meant the emergency breaking system would cause anyone standing to fall over and anyone who was sitting was probably going to get flung from their seats.

"Oh, you must be the Queen of the Losers, then? How precious. You only live up to your title then, Loser, with how easily you get riled up. Run along, little Loser, I am sure your circle of reprobates can continue their discussion of things meant for babies and nerds - sorry, losers - who can't grow up, but do so in quiet.”

Graham was struck dumb for a moment. She was really digging, huh? Why was she being like this? It’s not like there was anything to be gained. Graham barely noticed the tall guy stepping between the two. But he did eventually. For another moment, he was jealous of the guy.

Why not share some of the height, jerk?

Then another bomb dropped.

You two must be the King and the Princess then, yes? How adorable. Oh, yes, I'M the one making an ass of myself, when it is Queen Loser here flying off the handle over simple words. Take her away, you two, she's only serving to embarrass herself and I am almost feeling sorry for her. Much the same way a member of PETA feels sorry for a caged animal in the zoo. Run along now, before people start assuming I'm in league with you. And by the way, turn that awful junk down, would you? Some of us don't enjoy the sounds of garbage in our ears."

Graham’s booked it, one-way trip to Phoenix, smell ya later folks. Jumping at it’s moment, his mouth hijacked the controls.

“Yeeew lit’ll bitch… Go ‘head ‘n’ kick’r ass, dude.” he mumbled, his normally neutral and quick accent fragmenting into the slow, “southern” tongue of his Kentucky people. Unsure if anybody heard, not really caring if they did, he barely resisted the urge to just spit at the girl. Hell, even he wanted to jump her now. He wouldn’t, but was there ever a time which tempted him so much? He turned his head in disgust. Any beauty she might have had (which was quite a bit, admittedly), melted, exposing hideous sores bore from hate. This thing wasn't a person anymore, just a rotting husk. Not literally, mind you, but Graham couldn’t bare to look at the woman without wanting to spit. But what he saw next made him wish he could.

There, before him, was a monstrosity. Fangs and mouth covered a hideous mass. That-that thing? That wasn’t real. Wasn’t a way in hell. He was just seeing thing from his rage. Had to be it. Then it spoke. So he was hearing things too. He felt as if he were going to pass out. If he kept looking at it, he might actually go insane. It wanted everyone to be quiet? He wasn't about to argue with it. Pissing it off was the last thing he wanted to do.

He could faintly hear Alexis and Kitty speaking. An escape from madness.

The sound of a window shattering and a bump from Kitty kept his sanity intact. He lost his footing and tumbled forward, landing much too close to the abomination for comfort. He might have screamed, might have bolted from the floor and crawled out the window, consequences be damned. Rather, he regained his footing, took a deep breath, and backed up slowly to the scene unfolding behind him. He turned back to see Kitty tugging at Alexis’ sleeve, begging her to leave.

What the hell had he just missed? What the hell was behind him? What the hell was going on in this train?

As if on cue, everything stopped. And little Graham got introduced to Newton's First Law of Motion. Quite intimately. For a brief moment, he thought he was floating. The next, he was falling. His head made contact with the floor before the rest of his body. And thus Graham was sprawled out, staring at the train's ceiling.

Had it always had dancing spots?

~Alexis Sinclair~

~Audiophile~

"H-hey, Um... I have a really bad feeling about this. There's no way a teacher didn't hear that, so why don't we just sit back down and pretend like we weren't involved? Time to go, I think."

At the quiet voice from Kitty, Alexis simply turned her head with a growl, roughly pulling her arm away from the other girl. She was going to teach this uppity brat a lesson, and no one, not even these two were going to be getting in her way. It seemed her attack missed though. Unfortunate, but not a problem.

"Ten times zero is still zero, and that's why you'll make an awful hero~"

Alexis' face contorted into another scowl as she glared at the other girl. She could tell the other girl was trying to do something when she spoke - could she control sound waves too, then? Not like it was a problem for her since she could probably just absorb any attack like that thrown at her. Alexis made a move to attack again, right after she had missed the first time. However, that was right when the train suddenly came to a grinding halt - sending anyone who was standing right to the ground and anyone sitting or still sleeping was likely to be thrown around as well.

Alexis herself was knocked over. For a split second, she felt as though she was floating as the train screeched to a halt. The next, she landed on the floor right next to Kitty, hitting her head for the second time on the hard floor. "Goddamn it!" She snarled, rubbing her forehead as she attempted to regain her faculties. "What the hell!" She yelled.

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~Meredith Hillard~
~Your Average Alien Space Horror~

Meredith followed right after Paul, easily catching up with the human as the emergency lights came on in the tunnel. As she caught up with him, she turned her head and gave him a small wink, and stuck her tongue out briefly before she sped past him with a mischievous grin. Whatever she had plan, was obviously not going to be so great for the new kids as.

As she approached the stalled vehicle, she jumped - first onto the wall and then using it as leverage to land on top of the tram with a thud. Well, almost. The front of her body made it, but she didn't get enough air to land fully on top of it. She crawled up, there barely being enough space for anyone between the ceiling and the tram. Thankfully though, she could compress her body enough so she had enough space to move.

Her movements were probably loud enough to be overheard by anyone in the compartment below, which just so happened to be the one the trouble making students were in. There wasn't a whole lot of room on top of the tram, but for someone who cold contort their body into something that could only be described as an eldritch horror, it wasn't a problem.

She crawled, making quite a few loud thumps and bangs as she made her way across the roof of the stalled vehicle. To the students below, this probably seemed like the beginning of some B grade horror movie written all over it. After a few moments though, she stopped moving and set about getting inside of the tram. She turned one of her arms into what could only be described as a saw literally made out of bone. She stabbed it, right through the ceiling of the tram and began cutting a whole that was just small enough for her to move through.

She made sawing motions, the bony appendage most likely easily being noticed by the students below. The sawing motion was slow and long as it cut a square-shaped hole into the roof, only stopping long enough to change directions. Soon, she had cut out three sides of the square. Very briefly the bone-saw disappeared, before the piece of metal was violently wrenched from the roof in a cacophony of horrible metal being torn sounds. A few seconds later, it was dropped into the tram, nothing more than a little ball of metal.

And then, down jumped something that looked like it came straight out of a nightmare. Its flesh was pale and veiny, though in the dim lighting from the emergency lights it would be hard to tell. The wicked looking bone-saw it had used to cut through the ceiling was on its right arm, from its elbow, all the way down the floor. It grazed against the floor, making cringe worthy scratching noises as it did so. Its left arm, was split into three, writhing tentacles at its side as more fleshy tendrils protruded from its back, poised to strike whoever so much as dared to move. Its head was tilted to the side slightly, as if giving the occupants of the tram a quizzical look. On the face, was one of the most terrifying things any human could possibly imagine. The mouth was a vertical slit, with rows upon rows of sharp, pointed teeth visible. Several pairs of misshapen eyes were contorted around it, every single one of them looking in a different direction, taking note of each student on the tram. Its legs, seemed normal enough, and the rest of it still seemed human shape - she was still wearing her clothes. Any senior student aboard would easily know what, or rather who she was.

For a time, she was silent, letting the students collect themselves. And then, it spoke, noticing the shattered light and the broken window.

"So...who should I eat first, hm? Humans taste so much like Pork...I wonder if I could make bacon out of all of you?"

BUMP!

BANG!

What was that? That-

CLANK!

Was the train...what were those sounds? They sounded like they we-

RIIIIIP!

It was dark. Graham’s mind was swimming, and he couldn’t recall why it was dark. It was hidden under too much fog. The dots kept on their beautiful dance on the ceiling. They were always just out sight, but he felt he could almost reach them if he only tried hard enough. It was while chasing the dots that Graham noticed it. Something that did not belong on Earth, let alone this tram, was on the ceiling. It...Graham’s vision started to return to it’s normal state. Was it a bone? Or a saw?

As if to confirm the boy’s guess, the THING started to move. Started to rip through the metal like it wasn’t even there. Then it disappeared.

Oh thank Zeus it was gon-

A horrible sound flooded his ears, wailing on his poor ear drums. Metal being ripped like paper. That shouldn’t happen. Metal’s not meant to do that. Then it fell. Just a ball of metal. The ceiling, or at least a chunk of it, was now just a ball of metal. Graham closed his eyes. Whatever it was, he didn’t want to see it. If it was going to slaughter them all, at least he could try to pass out or something. Surely he had some kind of trauma he could give in to? Right?

"So...who should I eat first, hm? Humans taste so much like Pork...I wonder if I could make bacon out of all of you?"

And there it was. Compared to pig-based foodstuffs for the second time in...hell, minutes. He didn’t want to look. He was trying so hard not to look, begging his brain to just shut off for a few.

"So, anyone else think we've seen entirely too many horrifying monsters today?"

Kitty’s voice. It sounded like she was talking to him. Don’t look. Just. Don’t. Look.

So of course, one eye slit open. Then another. And then his eyes went wide with horror. The thing in front of him… and the OTHER thing...it was too much.

“OH, COME ON!” He shouted in exasperation.

”YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING ME. ANOTHER ONE?!”

His voice, almost quite teetering on the edge of hysteria, but not quite. More like the edge of the edge of hysteria. He wasn’t sure if he was going mad or had already been there. What he did know was he was done. Stick a fork in me.

There was no way he was getting up. He couldn't outrun anything, let alone a creature from the deepest depths of nope. And even if he could, where would he go? Running right into the gullet of the other monstrosity? No thank you.

He begged his brain again to let him pass out.

It refused.

Asshole brain.

What...?

What?

Wha…

Whatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhatwhat?!!

No.

Thing One and Thing Two were on opposite sides of him. And Thing One apparently wanted to have a go with Thing Two. And Graham was between the two. No. No. NOPE. NADDA. He, well, skittered from the aisle to the seats on the side nearest the door, which was just opening. Someone must have entered, but he couldn’t see more than the feet.

Nice shoes.

Newcomer shouted out something to...Miss Meredith? There wasn’t anyone on the train named Meredith, was there? If there had been, he hadn’t known. The second part caught him. Injured folks, eh? Well, if this went down, there’d probably be more injured. Someone was bleeding bad, apparently. Something in a suit, probably, the feet looked...armoured? Yeah, that had to be it.

“Medical attention... really does sound good right now! Ahahaha..."

Graham didn’t forget voices. He didn’t forget faces. Hell, he just didn’t forget people in general. That? That had to be Kitty. She was handcuffed. If she fell, she wouldn’t have been able to break her fall. It made sense.

He had to get out of here. The monsters would be preoccupied. Flee. FLEE. FLEE AND LIVE, DAMMIT.

”Does anyone else need medical attention? Anyone who can, help the injured.”

That was...Tony. The mediator. It came from the direction of the suit. Tony was armoured? Well, why the hell not? Still, he was right. Graham wasn’t that badly hurt, maybe a headache and a couple bruises. But what about the students that were still out? He couldn’t just leave them.

Wait, no, that’s crazy. Monsters. BIG. ASS. MONSTERS. JUST GO.

Torn between his logic and his morals...well, he had been prepared to die just a moment ago. It could still happen. Might as well go out doing some good rather than playing dead.

He crawled, under the seats, edging quickly towards the door. He reached it and got to his feet. Then he climbed over the seat. It had been empty, luckily. The one opposite it, however…

Damn. This kid was scrawnier than him. He shook the kid, who hadn’t yet woken. Kudos on that kid. Keep your eyes closed until you get outside and you might be alright. But he didn’t stir. Graham shook him harder, starting to shout at him to move. The kid stirred. He repeated his order and moved on. He was a man on a mission. He couldn’t carry these people out, but he could try his best to alert them.

He caught something out of the corner of his eye. In the area that he, Kitty, and Alexis had been, there was another girl. Had she been there the whole time? He could have swore she had been asleep. She was...what, looking at her hand? Blood. She was bleeding. He put two and two together. Glass. He climbed another seat, ending up just a row behind her.

“HEY YOU! Come on! We gotta go. Come on! GO GO GO!”

It came rushing out him like a machine gun. He wasn’t sure if it was even coherent. It didn’t matter. He was loud. He could use that. He looked away from the girl, scanning the tram, looking for anyone else that might be injured or passed out.

“EVERYBODY, GET OFF YOUR ASSES AND MOVE! COME ON, LET’S MOVE IT.”

His throat felt hoarse. He might have blown something with that one. Hell, he might have woken the dead with that one. He felt like a human bullhorn. It didn’t matter though. His brain wasn’t working. Later, he might feel embarrassed, knowing the situation...but now?

Nothing.