Option 7: Psycho Dixon
Disclaimer: Alias isn't mine. Have you seen any of these hideous fantasies played out on tv yet??
A/N: This is just a little tidbit to tide you over until I get the next piece posted. I mentioned this in jest, but I got such enthusiastic reviews that I took a few minutes out of my science class to write it…
A shrill scream pierced the air, but it was drowned out completely by the more powerful sound of a train whistle.
By some odd and completely unimportant turn of events, Lauren now found herself facing down death by several hundred pound train, while bound helplessly to the tracks.
She screamed again, but once again the driver of the heavy soon-to-be murder weapon anticipated her actions and sounded the whistle. The train was close enough now that Lauren could barely hear herself above the loud whistle.
In sheer terror, she looked through the windshield of the big machine. Even with the distance and the glaring glass between them, she could see the psychotic light behind Dixon's eyes.
She'd pissed him off, and he'd finally snapped. Along with her terror, she felt a frighteningly calm knowledge that Dixon could go back to normal later, as if none of this had ever happened. She'd seen him; if he chose, he could kill her and no one would ever know.
The train was bearing down on her now. Even if there was anyone left who cared enough to save her it was too late. The train was too close and the ropes tied too tight.
Lauren screamed once more, and this time Dixon didn't sound the whistle. It was almost as if he wanted to hear her now. His eyes remained frozen on her struggling form, which had become nearly indistinguishable from the tracks in the black night.
Dixon turned away at the last moment; even when his rage had become uncontainable, he still felt some compassion for the sufferings of a human being.
There was one final scream, cut short by the slice of metal through flesh. Dixon didn't want to hear it, nor did he want to see the spray of blood that flew up and splattered the windows.
The way Dixon saw it in his moment of total and complete psychotic insanity, Lauren deserved every bloody chunk she'd been torn into.
Bloody, graphic, short…okay, so it's not the best part of this story, but it made me feel better to write it! Who wouldn't want to run Lauren over with a train, given the random series of events that leaves her helplessly bound to the tracks???