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Hermes: The Train To Hell
Hermes is my home now. Everyday I sit here in this worn seat, lonely but not alone. 112 years, trapped, and invisible, with only the company of my victims, constant reminders of how I came to be. Sure, we will have the occasional passengers, but they don’t run this train often, unless it is absolutely necessary, because of me.
Today happened to be one of those days unfortunately. It has been ten years since passengers used Hermes, now that I recall. The constant clickity-clack of the wheels screeched to a halt finally. He hissed in relief as the doors creaked open after all these years. The humid, summer air replaced the dusty, dank smell that had been manifesting the cabin. I watched the people board.
Some of them were bent over their devices, shuffling aimlessly to the back. Some entered the cabin, eyes darting around the aisle, searching for a place to sit. No one would ever sit beside me though; they could not even look in my direction. Naturally, they avoid my seat, veering away subconsciously, without even knowing why.
They cannot see me, but their very human nature tells them I am here.
As if contradicting this thought, a young woman sat down beside me. She smelled of lavender and brown sugar.
I stared at her in shock, angry that she would dare to do this to me.
“Hey.” She smiled a wide, pearly smile, “I’m Jaquelyn.” She stuck her hand out in front of her, I guess to shake my hand.
I just stared, my mouth agape, as if she belonged in an insane asylum. People within earshot mimicked my expression. Why was she talking to me?
Her smile vanished, and she looked around self-consciously.
I swallowed my shock, “I’m Oliver… but keep your voice down, would you?”
“Sure. What’s wrong with everyone?” Her dark brown eyes widened, and she leaned towards me, whispering.
She was a beautiful girl, probably twenty-one. She reminded me of someone, “Don’t worry about them.” I fancied her fair skin and how it resembled that of a porcelain doll’s.
Jaquelyn babbled to me about her life; I nodded in all of the appropriate places. Hermes chugged along slowly, allowing me time enough with her. I admired her beauty, tracing the lines of her face with my eyes. They wandered the neckline of her green blouse, and lingered there. I watched her chest rise and fall and her heart thump. Suddenly this woman reminded me a lot of another woman I once knew. Joselyn Smith. This is my Josie. My Josie that broke my heart, and made me this way…
“Josie?” I glared into her eyes, burning with anger.
“What?” She stared at me with a funny expression, as if she had no idea what I said.
“Come with me.” I leaped out of my seat and stalked to the back. This is the part of Hermes I have not visited in a while. I could not allow this. Josie cannot walk this earth after what she did to me.
I whipped my head around to affirm that she had followed. Of course, she had not. The aisle was empty, people bouncing in their seats on either side, completely oblivious. Josie had her head poked out, and she gazed back at me.
I smiled at her encouragingly and motioned her to come. A returning smile replaced her fear, and she approached me swiftly, her short, black waves bouncing with each movement.
I grabbed her hand, and her human flesh scalded mine. She gasped. I lead her into the storage closet and turned on the single light bulb, which emitted a dim yellow glow.
Her brown eyes were wide with confusion, fear, curiosity, and something else.
“You think you can do this to me again?” I growled.
I held her face in my right hand, leaning closer, “I’m not that naïve. I know your tricks now!” Those eyes. Her eyes, widening more. My hand tightened around her jaw, “The trick is you, my love,” I whispered in her ear.
She tried to shove me off of her, but her human strength was small against my supernatural strength. She screamed. I slammed her head against the wall.
I laughed, “How could you do this to me?” I threw her to the ground, planting my knees on either side of her body. The dagger was in my palm.
My eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest; her heart skittered. Her breath was shallow. I unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing the skin that stood in my way. I put the blade to her chest, slicing through the flesh and tissue.
Aha! There it is…
She screamed; every breath was a piercing scream as her warm blood pooled around my wrists. I carved around the thing I wanted.
There it is!
I stuck my hand into the cavity I had created. My fist closed around her heart.
Her screams ceased, and she gurgled.
I ripped my fist out of her chest and held its contents above my head, grinning maniacally.
You broke mine, and now I have yours.
“Welcome to Hermes Josie.”