Jade woke up on a bench at one of the dark abandoned stations. She must have passed out. The pain was excruciating; like her whole body quivered from hunger. It was a powerful need that she had never experienced before. One thing she understood is that as the hours passed, her body grew weaker.

A loud crash startles Jade from her turmoil.

A lanky man in a long black coat lays at the bottom of the stairs. His face was pouring in sweat. He quickly rights himself to his feet and roots around in a red woman's purse. The thief pulls out a small flashlight to see better and the creaking of the platform seating makes him point the shaft of light forward.

The man's face grew frenzied as he dropped the purse while keeping the light steady. With his newly-free hand he pulls out a long bayonet. Jade was terrified beyond belief.

"Okay, bitch, stand up!"

Jade swiftly obliges, hands raised. The man moves close to her.

"Turn around."

After completing the command, the thief brings his knife hand around Jade's neck, keeping her at bay. With his other hand he fumbles around in her jacket and pants pockets. Frowning, all he pulls out is a wallet. Only a little bit of cash, a bus pass, and some pictures. He throws down the purple wallet and its contents in disgust.

His fingers come across a sterling bracelet. Her mother gave that to her.

"No," Jade pleaded.

"What? What did you say to me?"

"Don't take it. Take my money just don't…"

He whips her around, grabbing her arm.

"Bullshit! This trinket's worth more than that crap," he yells pointing to the floor.

"You can't…" Jade's words were stifled by the creep stabbing her in the side and throwing her down to the floor.

She holds back the flowing blood that after a few moments begins to…stop. Jade removes her hand drenched in red from her side, which has become exposed after the fall. She lifts her shirt a little more to see. The stab wound has healed over in seconds. The eyes of the two meet and the robber was frightened.

"What the hell are you?" he mutters to himself. He steps backwards, not paying attention that the platform was ending. The purse snatcher falls with a crack onto the train tracks. Had they been active, he would have fried like an egg instantly.

Looking up helplessly, Jade enters his view.

The fall sliced up the guy's leg badly. The red blood, warm and sticky, made Jade salivate. All thought vanished from her mind and she leapt like an animal on top of her second attacker in the past 24 hours.

This time, she was going to make him pay.

Jade finds the discarded bayonet and brandishes it in front of is face.

"You gonna kill me?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Jade quipped licking her lips in anticipation. "I have a better use for you. Never too late for charity and you're about to end hunger."

She grazes the paralyzed thief's torso just far enough to allow the red to flow freely and be as painful as possible. Murder was not in her plans, even if she entertained that kind of retribution mentally during the assault. The man's unendurable agony bounced off the walls back and forth.

Jade wouldn't have been surprised if someone on the surface heard his cries of pain and fear.

Gooseflesh appeared all over his body. He was about to experience a terror unlike anything he inflicted on his victims. Jade leaned in closer and closer until her face was in line with his wounds. She lapped up the blood off his stomach and chest.

At one point her face was buried in the grisly mess and she emerged from it, red syrup dripping from her chin. This was more than the satisfaction of a craving. It was a tremendous physical release.

Jade wipes her mouth, smiling maniacally.


When the cops arrived on the scene, the thief's story was taken in by the men on patrol. His account made him sound like one of those drunk UFO abductees.

"Shapiro! Find anything?"

A tall, thin young beat cop runs up. "Yes, Captain." He points to a few feet from where the injured criminal was found. "Blood over here. I'm having it sent to the lab for analysis."

"Witnesses?"

"None."

"The purse?"

"Got it. Looks like we caught him before he could hock it."

"Okay, kid. Make sure that you secure the crime scene. No civilians. No press."

"Yes sir."

Officer Robert Shapiro was fresh out of the academy and never forgot that point when he was around veterans like Captain Mills. His beat was late night on this side of town. Surprisingly the only action he's seen for months was a raving derelict.

He did his best to make himself think that what he was doing mattered but in his heart he knew different.

He was about to leave when Mills called him back. "Shapiro!"

"Captain?"

"Didn't the victim say that he was wearing a black coat?"