I rushed to the window where I could see what caused the explosion. The girl, mango boy and the God-force warrior rushed by me to see as well. The old shifty guy mumbled something about murder.
Far away, past a desolate landscape, two massive creatures where clashing with each other. One was a massive scarecrow, wielding a harvesting scythe with deadly strength, swinging with enough force to pulverize a human.
The other was straight out of horror movies. A deep sea horror, with dark blue skin, and a horrible maw with a tentacle beard and mustache. His eyes infused me with terror, and his claws looked like they could tear the scarecrow to shreds.
And yet, the scarecrow was holding his own against the beast, cutting deep into its skin with his scythe, and then dodging the claw strikes. The pair exchanged blows, causing many plumes of dust to erupt and spread. The boy with the mango spoke.
"Whoaaa... so cool! Ten bucks says that the scarecrow kills that beast!"
"Ceras can't kill Cthulhu. The Titans are near indestructible, and yet they still ruin landscapes by fighting hopeless battles against each other. Just last week, Volcan destroyed thirty acres of land because it and Goliath attempted to kill each other."
The God-force lady spoke in an air of superiority over us, as if she was better and more knowledgeable, which she proved to be factual. Mango boy scowled
"Hey, you take the fun out of betting! Just who do you think you are, Miss?"
"My name is Sela, and I am a respectable member of the God-force, with the Blessing of Ryerair, the Goddess of the Moon, Sun, Stars and Space, Tier 3! And I don't converse with lowly sinners like yourself."
Sela whipped her hair back arrogantly and walked away to the old man, who was sharpening his pencil before she confiscated it.
"How rude. Anyway, my name is Mango! Nice to meet you, what's your name?"
"Nice to meet you Mango, I'm Regis."
I extended my arm out to shake his, and then looked at the girl, expecting to hear her name, but she turned around and walked away. Mango shook his head.
"Girls are so mysterious... anyway, if you don't mind me asking, how many sins did you commit? I had two hundred and seven... I always ate way too much, and was probably greedy."
I grinned, knowing the answer would surprise this poor kid.
"Six hundred and seventy eight."
"What? But that means your the eighteenth person to have more than six hundred sins! That's impressive."
Ah, Pride. The Deadly Sin I committed most. I've always had an ego, and self admiration.
"Stop talking."
I turned and saw Sela staring at us with malice.
"You should not be bragging about your sins. If your lucky, you might be able to be forgiven, and move elsewhere then this dump."
She nodded towards the city on the horizon.
"Now sit down. The train will stop soon."