With the tracks needing some clean-up, to put it lightly, I've had to wait for a few hours before I could depart from Washington D.C., so I walked around for a bit. Since I've already seen the city, there wasn't any other place for me to go to, so I stuck around the train-station. I stayed, I walked, took some food from the vending machines, which may seem unhealthy but since I'm always on the move I don't think this'll be much of a real problem. So I stuck around, looked around... until I had the impression I was being watched.
The first time I looked around, I didn't see anyone looking at me. I shrugged, so I walked a little further. Call me paranoid, but the feeling just wouldn't go away. When I looked again, I noticed what was wrong. There were four people, one at my North, another at my East, at my South, and West. Okay, that's not entirely accurate, I'm just trying to point out that they were spread apart. These particular four, they consisted out of one big guy, one blond guy, a much younger guy, I'd say about my age, and a redhead woman. On it's own, this doesn't mean much, accept that all four of them were pale, wore some kind on microphone on their head, and though their clothes weren't the same, they all seemed to have black as the dominant color as well as leather as it's dominant fabric. Spotting one of these wouldn't mean anything, two of them could but likely not, but three of them is already too much, let alone four. If they were together, one could say they're just a band of gothics, but spread out like this?
I tried to run away from them, but they appeared to keep following me. Until I turned into a small alley, where I lost them. At least I thought so, until they had me surrounded. The big guy I described, mentioned my name, and started to mention what I'm being accused of. So these four gothics are officials? It's new to me that a goth person would become a cop, or that a cop would even disguise as one. Anyway, my charges were as follows: defying authority (name one person who hasn't), not paying the doctor for medical care (the only time I could think of that I needed any was in Miami, plus I was a victim in a shoot-out, so can they really charge me for that?) kidnapping/possible homicide (which meant they know about that couple in West-Virginia) and grand theft auto. The latter one was what really got me cooked. Why they'd blame me for the disappearance of that couple, I more or less understand, as well as why they'd accuse me of theft. But grand theft? That's an exageration. I told these guys exactly that, when suddenly the blond guy started to show his teeth, of which his fangs were very sharp. What does this guy think he is? A vampire? Being my usual cynical self, I did what every priest would do when he thinks he sees a demon: I made a cross in the air. Strangely, that actually worked, as a cross-shaped fire started on the blond guy's torso. Shortly after that, the other three started to fly at me, literally. I ducked down, only just managing to dodge their attack, after which I tried to look for two sticks (but found pipes instead) which I then held up as a cross, so to keep them at a distance. This actually worked as well. These guys really are vampires.
Not too long after that, a family arrived at the scene. A man, with his woman (married or not, I have no way of knowing), and their kids. The father of the family wondered what was going on. The big guy tried to convince the family to stay out of this, but the father somehow knew that I was in trouble, so he nor his family backed off. This angered the youngest member of the group, who then attacked the father. But the latter still didn't budge. At a point, he even said "We just had some chocolate, now we're thirsty for blood". After that, the whole family... changed. They changed into what looked like wolves, except for longer legs and larger ears. In that form, they attacked these vampires. Taking advantage of the situation, I got myself out of there.
I've waited for some time for that train, but was relieved when it arrived. Finally, not only am I on my way to New Jersey, I could finally sit down and rest. The train is on it's way to Philadelphia, but since I have no business there, I'll just get off and take another to New York.
I arrived in Philadelphia just when the sun rose into the skies. There was, however, no train that would take me to New York directly. I tried to figure out how else I may get there, but couldn't find anything. So again, I had to rely on hitch-hiking my way there. So I went through town, moving myself out so I could find a ride more easily. However, while walking, I met with this guy, a student by the looks of it. He introduced himself as Cole, and said that he had a message for me. He told me to be careful with what I write, because if I don't I would awaken a fury. When I asked him what he knew about what I write, he said it's not important. What he did tell me is that I should have died on that train, but I didn't, so I'll die some other way, soon. While he spoke, he appeared as though I wasn't the only one he was talking to, as he also spoke to someone else, who I couldn't see. Though he may know some things about me that he couldn't possibly know, he doesn't exactly do anything to give me any credibility. If this guy really is a psychic of some kind, which I don't think impossible anymore, it looks to me that he's seen too many things, which have driven him to insanity. I have no reason to take his words seriously, so I don't.