5:05 to Madtown

Her sprint had finally broken because there was only so much that her fragile body could manage. She bent over gasping for breath while resting her chilly hands on the exhausted knees. The warm breath gushed out and dissipated into the mist which engulfed the train station. Having no sight of her surrounding, her heart raced faster than the midnight train which whizzed away a few feet ahead. She oriented herself, stood up straight, calmed her senses, and keenly listened for sounds that had been haunting her for the past two hours. For a minute or so, all she heard was the metallic clunk of rail and track. A sudden shrill cry in the distance caught her attention. Her body froze and she could barely breathe. The cry came closer and closer constricting her with an invisible snare. She could feel the warmth of life leaving her. She closed her eyes to accept the fate that she could no longer fight. It seemed as if the killer had finally caught up with the girl. The cry grew louder so much so that it was all she could hear. She breathed heavily. The air grew colder. She clutched her fists. A steely finger slid across her nape. She drew her last breath. There was no escape. She could not be saved now. The dead cold hand clutched her neck. She sighed. The nails clawed into her skin. She whimpered. A stream of warm blood meandered down her collarbone.