The air stung your face and the cold wind made your face numb. Prosciutto latched onto the train and now he two of you outside the train your bodies were like flags.

You had expected a painful landing and death, but when you saw that he had grabbed onto the train your breath caught and you were almost relieved.

You wanted to stay alive and live your life but you needed to be prepared to die. You had to be prepared to die. It's in the job description.

The conductor was sucked out of the train and fell to the ground, his head smashing against a metal pole and flying off his shoulders. His body continued to race down the tracks and skid across the ground.

"Pesci! What the hell are you doing stop the train!"

You couldn't see Pesci wake up but at the sound of his voice yelling for Prosciutto you were notified that had he gained consciousness again.

"Stop the train!"

Prosciutto's fingers were starting to slip and your ears were filled with the sound of the air rushing past you. The wind in your eyes was making your eyes dry. You squeezed your eyes shut and rubbed your face into Prosciutto back trying to get your eyes back to normal.

"I don't know how to!"

One by one Prosciutto's fingers slipped off the metal he was holding onto until his last finger let go. You two started flying back.

Your arms were wrapped around his waist tightly, your face buried into his back. A hug being your last action would be nice and comforting and an apology to Prosciutto for killing him.

You nuzzled your face deeper into his back and held him tighter. You felt bad. You really did.

You were jerked to the side when something grabbed into Prosciutto's hand. Making your grip falter and you started to fly back. Your arms reaching out to grab onto him again but you were already too far away from him.

You didn't need to call out for Ocean Man, it had already come out and grabbed onto his leg. Giving you the chance to grab on too.

Your heartfelt as if it was going to explode, you weren't sure if your body could take the stress for much longer. So if you wanted to make it out alive you'd have to be fast.

That must have been the other stand user.

"Hah, well done Pesci well done. Now that-"

He looked down at you and gave you a crazy smirk making you sick to your stomach. He was too confident and your plan of you two dying to reverse that aging was out the window.

I'm... I'm going to lose.

"That was quick thinking. You really thought that would be the end of me. Is that the best you have?"

It felt like barbed wire wrapped around your throat and you looked away, tightening your hold on his leg and squeezing your eyes shut. You had no intention of letting go, holding onto him was keeping you alive.

"Y-Yeah actually. I'm trying m-my best here."

Your voice was shaky and your nails dug into his leg making him grunt in pain. He started to move and jerk his leg around, attempting to shake you off but you needed to stay on long enough to form a plan B.

Your eyes opened and you looked to the thing that had grabbed Prosciutto, it was a bright pink fishing line.

"You might as well let go now. I'm impressed with you, you put up a good fight-"

You didn't let him finish and you stand went in for a well-aimed punch. He only shifted his head and laughed, his stand coming out and grabbing your Stand's stomach. A smug look present on his face.

"Too slow honey."

You couldn't help but smile a bit, for multiple reasons. One, your stand had hit the line, its fist was drenched in drool. Two because he had moved on from calling you a brat to honey.

He noticed this and looked to the line, his breath catching seeing the drool from Ocean Man's fist starting to run down the line and into his hand.

"Liquids will travel down a string of a line until it comes to an end. You're smart so you should know what will happen."

The acid ran down the line and into his hand, burning a clear path to the end of the line and a deep cry of pain erupted from his throat.

"No!"

The line flew out of his hand and attached to Ocean Man and the line sunk into your hand. Prosciutto started to fall and you passed him, trying to focus on the sound of the wind and not the noise of his body hitting the ground.

You tried to calm your heart and took deep breaths, number six floated by your shoulder.

"You did it Y/n! The aging is starting to wear off! Now all you have to do is deal with the other stand user!"

Your body was full of adrenalin that had started to wear off. The stress and the near-death experience was making your body weaker and the sound of your heartbeat louder in your ears.

"Y-yeah. I just need to get back into the train to do that."

M-man this... this is stressful.

You looked at your hand with the hook in it and climbed onto the top of the train. You started to follow the line and crawl on the roof of the train.

"Th-the aging! It's-"

Number Six couldn't finish his sentence and just gulped. Your heart dropped and you slowly leaned over the side of the train. Begging for it not to be what you thought it was.

You spotted Prosciutto's hand from under the tracks and started shaking worse. He Stand was under the train with him.

"H-he's not dead yet?!"

Blood flew past him and your stomach was twisting insanely. He was in unimaginable pain yet he didn't call off his stand.

Sh-shit. He's still using his stand!

"Y/n! You need to get his Stand out of you! It can travel through your body!"

How- how am I supposed to do that?

You kept an eye on your hand and stood up.

My best chance is defeating him before his Stand reaches my heart or head.

Number Six floated by you as you stood there shaking, holding the ice cube to your face. You looked to him and ran your hands through your hair.

"Number Six. I need you to do something."

Ocean Man tore a bit of the roof open with its teeth and made a small hole in the train for Number Six to get into the train. As soon as he entered the train you started sprinting down the roof, following the line to the Stand user.

You started getting closer and closer and your heartbeat just got louder and louder in your ears. You were running to your enemy while leaving your other enemy behind you.

You stopped a few rooms before the conductor cart and burned two holes in the ceiling. One into one compartment and the second hole into the next compartment.

It's the only thing that'll work, y-you have to do this.

"Ocean Man. Do it."

Before the hook could travel into your forearm your Stand spat its drool onto your wrist, burning it off cleanly. You let out a cry of pain and watched your hand fall into one compartment and you fell down into the other compartment. Landing on your back. The recoil shocking you a bit and the air being knocked out of your lungs.

The line went crazy and reattached to the hand you cut off and followed it into the compartment. Just like you thought it would, assuming your body would be with hand.

You looked around the compartment while tears ran down your cheeks, keeping your cries silent by gritting your teeth. Choking out small sobs here and there. With your hand, you tore off a jacket from an aged man and wrapped it around your wrist sloppily.

You needed to keep the blood loss to a minimum so you wouldn't pass out just yet. You crawled on top of one of the overhead bins and stayed there biting your lip. Waiting for the stand to go away and for the coast to be clear.

G-god this really hurts. Bucciarati re-attached Abbacchio's hand, he- he should be able to d-do the same for me.

You begged to yourself silently and held your breath, your eyes caught the pink line in the other compartment through the reflection of a window. It began to retreat back to where its user was and you waited for it to be out of sight.

You jumped down quietly and slowly walked to the room holding your teammates and your enemy. The train stopped and you fell back into a nearby compartment. Your back hitting the window and you slid down it.

"Pr-Prosciutto!"

Pesci yelled out of Prosciutto and he ran past your compartment. You stood up using the seats for leverage and saw your hand laying on the ground.

"R-right I'm gonna need that."

You picked it up, your voice was shaky as you talked out loud to no one in particular. You held hands with your hand and started to walk back to the turtle. You were leaning against the wall as you walked for support. You were shaking badly, your legs on the verge of collapsing, and tears overflowing from your eyes that rolled down your cheeks.

The pain was unbearable and your low tolerance for pain was working against you badly. Once you made it to the room you fell back on your butt. The turtle nowhere to be seen.

Don't tell me... please number six tell me you made it in time. H-He should have been able to warn Bucciarati...

Ocean Man came out and lifted you up, putting you on your feet and faded back into you. Your legs felt like jelly and you struggled to get down the steps. Holding your wrapped up wrist to your chest and used your hand to hold onto the railing. You had shoved your hand into your pocket so you would have a free hand.

You felt lightheaded, a wave of heat flowed throughout your whole body and you let out a pant. Stepping out of the train, the cool air relived you for a short time until another wave of heat flowed through your body. The heat started to make you pant.

"Did I... lose? Am I... going to die?"

Pesci's neck was twisted and his Stand had dropped to the ground. Vanishing. Trish appeared in front of him and he held the turtle in his hand.

Ringing filled your ears and you weren't able to tell what they were saying. You tried to focus on their lips. Seeing if you could make out what they were saying.

Your shoulder fell against the side of the train and your vision started to dim. Spots starting to cloud your eyes and block your view of the world.

You slid down the side of the train and tilted your head up, panting. The waves of heat wouldn't stop and your face was flushed.

I-I can't see anything. I can't... I can't hear anything Bucciarati...

You swallowed some spit and your vision completely faded. Not being able to say out loud what you wanted to say. You were leaned against the train, your legs outstretched before you and your wrist that you had wrapped up laid your lap.

You slid your hand out of your pocket and held it, holding it tightly. Your body went limp, your eyes rolled back. Dried tear stains showed on your cheeks and your jaw had fallen open.

Pesci fell into the lake in pieces. Trish yelling at Bruno for an answer, an answer to why she was in this mess, why she could see such bizarre things. Bruno refused to tell her, he couldn't tell her.

Trish re-entered the turtle to stay with the other members while Bruno was left to collect you and Mista. Number Six floating by his shoulder.

"Mista is hurt more... you should go to him first Bucciarati."

Bruno stood in front of you and squatted down to your level. He looked at your rolled-back eyes, they were still glassy. He put his hands on your cheeks and wiped the dried tears away, his hands lingering on your cheeks, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your cheek.

Your hair was stuck to your face, your forehead was covered in sweat from the waves of heat and made your hair stick to it. Bruno moved your hair back away from your face and rubbed your cheek again.

He gently unwrapped your arm and picked up your hand. Pressing your hand against your wrist and called for Sticky Fingers. It would have to stay zipped up until it was mostly healed and able to stay attached without the zipper.

Reluctantly he left your side and walked through train and spotted Mista slowly standing up. He wasn't aged anymore and number five floated by him crying. Number Six flew back to Mista's side to join the other Sex Pistols that had been revived.

"Bucciarati is everything- is everyone ok?"

Mista held his hand to his head, rubbing the part where he had been shot three times.

"Yes. Everyone will be fine. We need to keep moving immediately. There are sure to be more enemies and we can't stay in one spot for too long."

Mista nodded and grabbed his gun. Placing it back in his pants and followed Bruno out of the train. He approached the turtle but saw Bruno walk towards you out of the corner of his eye.

Mista's heart dropped upon seeing you and he begged for you not to be dead. Not to have died because he couldn't stop the stand users himself.

"B-Bucciarati! Wh-what happened to Y/n?!"

Bruno bent over and picked you up bridal style, your neck fell back, your eyes rolled back, your mouth open, and your body limp. Your hand with your wrist attached by a zipper fallen to the side.

"I don't know."

He walked with you in his arms towards Mista and the turtle. Mista entered the turtle first and Bruno stayed behind for a second. Examining your face, sadness stabbing at his heart and moved his face down to yours.

He pressed his lips onto your forehead gently and pulled away. Entering the turtle with you to continued the mission.