He sat waiting for her. His next victim. The next one to die. Another name on his list. Only this time would be different. This time he would leave evidence for them and when they find her they will blame another for her death. It almost seemed too easy.
Almost.
Shifting his weight a little he looked around the subway station. Nothing very interesting about this place. Maps of the city lined up on a dirty bulletin board next to the office area. If you could call something that looks like a cardboard cut out an office. Old newspapers littered the ground, which was very much too some hobo's delight. The finishing touch was the almost dead lights that cast an eerie white glow, making every shadow bigger then they were.
He looked at his watch, 7:30pm. Damn train was late. If it ever came on time, he thought, the world would most likely stop turning. He turned his head to face the sound of the heavy footfalls of the security guard. The guard jumped back a few steps. What is he shocked I heard him? He stomps so loud he could wake the dead.
"You waitin' on somethin' young man?"
No dumbass, I love to sit here and talk to morons like you he thought bitterly.
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