The subway train burst down the dark tunnel like adrenalin rushing through
the body, sending screeching sizzling sparks flying between metal and
metal, the carriages rocked with a comfortable sway.
The lights flickered and pulsed in a steady rhythm with the train, lighting up through the empty dark square windows continually, weaving in and out of the darkness.
The old man coughed roughly, half bothered to put a hand to his mouth and shifted on his seat, swaying from the trains lulling movements. Coughing again and finishing with a harsh sniff, he sunk deeper into his seat and huddled into his coat. His dry hand brushed over his chin as he glanced uncomfortably to the other side of the carriage, staring into the silence.
A yellow square of light rested on the face of another figure for a moment, a child, whose gaze was resting certainly on the man. Dark empty eyes remained still and hard like steel; the light barely hit them before the area was drenched in darkness again. Silence and darkness had never had a more numbing companionship. Then the windows lit up from the glare of the light again.
This child, the only other person on the train, sat in their seat barely relaxed yet casually, with their hands dug into their long leather coat's pockets and they looked wrapped up in a shadow of their own.
The old man looked away feeling uncomfortable from the child whose gaze was enough to make even an adult submit, and sat in the grating silent darkness of the train.
The lights flickered and sparked.
Suddenly the boy slowly stood up from his seat, in a fluent and silent movement, gaze still on the old man sat on the opposite side of the train carriage. He seemed to slide into the darkness for a moment, liquidizing into it. The flickering light above glimmered in his dark eyes for a moment before it went out. Darkness flooded.
The old man gasped slightly and flinched startled. His eyes widened in alarm as he looked with fear in the direction of the far end of the carriage before he scrambled away from the seat he was sitting on, desperate to get away from the boy.
The boy moved like a ghost through the darkness, silent, steadily and airily like he was a part of it as he walked calmly and got closer and closer towards the panicking old man.
"N-No, no" the man spoke raspily as he got up from the seat, and the sway of the train caused him to stumble as he grabbed for something nearby to help steady him. He glanced to the exit doors as he shook his head with fear and mumbled "no!" before heading towards them in a desperate fleeting moment.
The boy had by this time calmly and quickly walked down the length of the carriage and slowly reached behind himself underneath the heavy dark leather material of his coat. "Please, no!" the man fell to the door, panic clear in his wide dilated eyes as he slid down and onto the floor pathetically, raising his arms up in a feeble attempt to protect himself.
The boy stood above him and raised an object holding it in the air a moment with both hands. The lights sparked again and the light glimmered off the shiny edge of a long sharp blade satisfied.
The man screamed as it was brought down.
The subway train shook violently a moment, down the dark lonely tunnel searching for a stop and a light. Sparks hit off the metal upon metal and disappeared.
The slicing sound was thick, loud and final, before the sound of metal hitting metal was heard. The blade was brought down again mercilessly, slicing through before it hit metal again.
The blade was brought up and held in the air for a long silent still moment. The lights turned on again. Red covered the atmosphere. The train's movements grew slower and slower before screeching to a halting stop that sent a tremor through the whole train as it hissed noisily. Red substance silently slid and dripped off the blade splattering on the floor without a sound.
The doors slowly slid open with a sigh, as a distant static voice announced the train's arrival.
The lights flickered and pulsed in a steady rhythm with the train, lighting up through the empty dark square windows continually, weaving in and out of the darkness.
The old man coughed roughly, half bothered to put a hand to his mouth and shifted on his seat, swaying from the trains lulling movements. Coughing again and finishing with a harsh sniff, he sunk deeper into his seat and huddled into his coat. His dry hand brushed over his chin as he glanced uncomfortably to the other side of the carriage, staring into the silence.
A yellow square of light rested on the face of another figure for a moment, a child, whose gaze was resting certainly on the man. Dark empty eyes remained still and hard like steel; the light barely hit them before the area was drenched in darkness again. Silence and darkness had never had a more numbing companionship. Then the windows lit up from the glare of the light again.
This child, the only other person on the train, sat in their seat barely relaxed yet casually, with their hands dug into their long leather coat's pockets and they looked wrapped up in a shadow of their own.
The old man looked away feeling uncomfortable from the child whose gaze was enough to make even an adult submit, and sat in the grating silent darkness of the train.
The lights flickered and sparked.
Suddenly the boy slowly stood up from his seat, in a fluent and silent movement, gaze still on the old man sat on the opposite side of the train carriage. He seemed to slide into the darkness for a moment, liquidizing into it. The flickering light above glimmered in his dark eyes for a moment before it went out. Darkness flooded.
The old man gasped slightly and flinched startled. His eyes widened in alarm as he looked with fear in the direction of the far end of the carriage before he scrambled away from the seat he was sitting on, desperate to get away from the boy.
The boy moved like a ghost through the darkness, silent, steadily and airily like he was a part of it as he walked calmly and got closer and closer towards the panicking old man.
"N-No, no" the man spoke raspily as he got up from the seat, and the sway of the train caused him to stumble as he grabbed for something nearby to help steady him. He glanced to the exit doors as he shook his head with fear and mumbled "no!" before heading towards them in a desperate fleeting moment.
The boy had by this time calmly and quickly walked down the length of the carriage and slowly reached behind himself underneath the heavy dark leather material of his coat. "Please, no!" the man fell to the door, panic clear in his wide dilated eyes as he slid down and onto the floor pathetically, raising his arms up in a feeble attempt to protect himself.
The boy stood above him and raised an object holding it in the air a moment with both hands. The lights sparked again and the light glimmered off the shiny edge of a long sharp blade satisfied.
The man screamed as it was brought down.
The subway train shook violently a moment, down the dark lonely tunnel searching for a stop and a light. Sparks hit off the metal upon metal and disappeared.
The slicing sound was thick, loud and final, before the sound of metal hitting metal was heard. The blade was brought down again mercilessly, slicing through before it hit metal again.
The blade was brought up and held in the air for a long silent still moment. The lights turned on again. Red covered the atmosphere. The train's movements grew slower and slower before screeching to a halting stop that sent a tremor through the whole train as it hissed noisily. Red substance silently slid and dripped off the blade splattering on the floor without a sound.
The doors slowly slid open with a sigh, as a distant static voice announced the train's arrival.