The Train Killer

I scrolled past the familiar headline on Google, ignoring the black headline of The Train Killer. People had been terrified of a rumored serial killer that had been trending in the media.

People love to spread rumors of the most fucked up things, turning it into a conspiracy theory. I was sitting inside of the train, trying my best to not listen to the two women gossiping about the case. They were sitting across from me, arguing about who could be the killer.

They were both looking down at their phones, excitement on their faces. The blonde was whispering, a hand over her mouth. The brunette’s eyes were wide, whispering back.

I rolled my eyes, and when I turned to the left to ignore the women, I noticed a handsome guy sitting far away, buried in a book. I struggled to make out the title, but from the way the guy was reading the novel, he was hooked. I smiled. It was lovely to see someone reading a book nowadays.

The train I was on was going to take a while to take me home, but at least I was going to be entertained by a movie I downloaded on my phone. I didn’t like using my 4G, cause my phone acted up 24/7. I seriously needed to buy a new phone. I plugged in my headphones, and began to watch my movie.

I lost track of time, and at some point, the two women had stood up. I assumed they were going to move to a different spot, and went back to my movie. I jumped when I felt a hand grab my arm. I looked up to see the two women standing in front of me.

They were both smiling. The blonde was the one holding my arm, and the brunette held a syringe in her hand.

“Hey! What the fuck are you -’’

The blonde grabbed me by the throat with both arms, cutting off my breathe, and the brunette was beginning to lower the syringe to my arm. Then a figure slammed into both of the women. They let out screams. The brunette dropped the syringe, and I it clatter on the train floor.

The handsome man was standing in front of me, breathing hard. The women were both trying to get up, but they didn’t dare move, their eyes focused on the man.

“Call 911,” he said.

I called 911, my fingers shaking. My eyes fell onto the syringe, and I let out a small sob, not caring if the two killers and this handsome stranger were staring at me.

The train eventually came to a stop, and the police were waiting. They arrested the two women. They put up a fight, but they were no match for the authorities.

“That was a close one. I’m sorry you went through that.”

I turned around, and found the stranger right behind me. He had a concerned look on his face. I brushed at my tears, thinking of what could have happened to me if it hadn’t been for the stranger.

“Thank you for saving me. I had no idea…that the murders were real.”

“I’m shocked that it was two killers.”

I let out a laugh with no humor. “Yeah…”

The man placed a hand on my shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault. Those bitches were psychos.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Thank you…?”

“Marcus.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Marcus.”

He looked down, moving his feet back and forth. “Umm…I know how crazy this is…but do you want me to walk you home? I can’t imagine what you’re going through, and I figured you wouldn’t want to go back home by yourself.”

“Thank you. I would appreciate that.”

Marcus gave me a smile, and we began to walk together back to my apartment. Even though we couldn’t go on the train anymore, it doesn’t matter. I let Marcus walk ahead of me, and I pulled out a syringe from my purse.

I can’t believe those assholes were going to steal my thunder. I should have kept my eye on those two. I didn’t know they were the ones who had stolen my second kill. Whoever thought a copycat killer would arrive so soon? Or killers for that matter. And who the fuck tries to murder someone in front of another witness?

Idiots.

Well, at least I will get that second kill I have been looking for.

I applied pressure to the syringe, my fingers shivering with anticipation.

The thrill I got in my body every time I was about to kill was a wonderful feeling.

My eyes never left the back of my next victim’s neck, and I raised the syringe, preparing to plunge it into his skin.

Thank you for reading!

Emy Quinn