A/N: New story hope you like
Late
No one like to go on the train late at night, even if they had to. The strange thing was that there was nothing ominous to the train. There were no mysterious deaths, no disappearing traincars, but not even mice wandered around the cars at night. There was, instead, another fear.
A branch of sub-humanity; an almost unethical creation came out at night. They were deemed as vampires, except they weren't. They were a creation that would put Frankenstein to shame. Perfect thinking and breathing human beings. They retained the intelligence of an AI, while also having the stamina of a great warrior. Yet it retained the simplistic characteristics of a human; it would sweat and it would bleed.
At it's first unveiling, the world was amazed. It wasn't a clone, or a cyborg. It was, instead, a combination of Mother Nature's nurture and science's many advances. Originally produced as the prefect servent or companion, it revolutionized the world. All of the menial jobs were given to it. It did the grunt work while still holding standards with the human realm. But like any mechanism, it had it's faults.
It started in New York City, in the heart of the Lower East Side, as first recorded. After having been produced for well past half a year, it was believed that everyone in the world was at least half comfortable with the idea, but something happened. A young female creation, named Sarah, was walking back to her apartment to spend the rest of the night with the companion that had purchased her. Sarah's journey was halted by a group of young gang members. Though supposedly made to easily defend itself, the creation had the same fear as a human and couldn't properly defend itself against the thugs. It was found close to the sight of its work, battered and nude. The thugs knew her to be a creation, and like many who lurked in the shadows with their ideals, dubbed her and all of her kind to be mothing but inferior "dolls" controlled by their posh owners.
Other creations immediately saw this attack as a threat to their kind, so they began to riot. Their outrageous behavior wasn't enough to stop people from buying them and putting them to use in less than appropriate ways. As the company searched for a way to right this wrong, they were met with the dilemma of not being able to control their creations. There was no switch to turn them on and off; there was no device implanted in their brains to tell them what to do. All they could do was watch the carnage that was created in ripple effect to all of the things that creations were put to.
Finally, a plan was developed to keep the two humanities controlled. Much like a "seperate but equal" clause, the creations and their human counterparts had everything seperated, right down to washrooms and schools.
The only exceptions were in public transit. Though there were attempts to seperate them in air travel by using seperate planes, or using buses in the same fashion, these plans were hard to coordinate. It finally came to the decision of letting the creations on mass transits at night. Thus, the belief of these beings becoming vampires arose.
The trains at night were some of the most feared. Humans hardly ventured on trains knowing well that not only were theree creations that rode them on their way to work, but the position of the conductor as well as any other personnel spots changed with the setting of the sun.
Some, however, were brave.
One Kamiya Kaoru, for example.
She ventured onto a train even though her heart was beating heavily. All of her resources were used up. All of her friends were either busy (in just about every sense of the word) or they were out of town. Not only that, but she missed the last "human" bus out of the station that was going near her home.
Kaoru tentatively bought a ticket for a train leaving at 10:30 p.m. and boarded it at the last moment.
The train was desolate. 10:30 was more or less the standard point at which the humans and the creations changed places on the streets. She was left with what she hoped were a few brave souls narrowly scattered about the train.
Sitting down in a seat near the door, Kaoru clutched her bag tight to her chest and heaved a steady breath. She crossed her ankles.
"Your ticket?" she heard, forcing her to look up. The individual was wearing a black uniform, so his hair, a bloody red color, stuck out where it was pooled on the shoulders of the jacket. She knew just by looking at the uniform that he was a creation. The workers on the trains that were human wore white uniforms while their counterparts were subjected to wearing the black.
"Um...here," she said, holding it out. The man marked it and turned on his heel, continuing on. Kaoru wrung her hands. She believed, by noting that the train was moving, that the man was not the conductor, but then she knew in her heart that she couldn't make those sorts of assumptions. To her the creations were monstrous things that were capable of many more things than their creators were aware, and she wasn't the only one that thought that.
The man came back around ten minutes later, sitting just a few seats from her. Kaoru shivered. Despite having all the human ammenities to them, the creations seemed to have a cold aura about them. This man was sitting with his legs crossed, a paper in his hands.
Her heart wouldn't stop beating, and though she wanted to turn away from the man, there was something a bit intruging about him. When his ears twitched she turned around and sank into her seat the slightest bit, her arms tight around her bag. The train stopped and called out her stop. Kaoru jumped up and started for the doors as they opened.
Once she was out on the platform, she felt a bit safer. She put her hand to her chest, breathing heavily as though she's just run a hundred miles.
Someone put a hand on her shoulder. She shrieked.
"Calm yourself," the person said. "I mean you no harm that I do not."
Kaoru narrowly turned to look at the man that had asked her for her ticket. "Are...are you...following me or..?"
"No, I still have work. You dropped this," he said, handing her a barrett.
Kaoru touched her hair. It had come out. "Oh...thank you..."she said. Before the man turned around, she caught a glimpse at his nametag:
Himura Kenshin.
A/N: Till later, KenSan out!
