End Of The Rails // Triplets vs Levaithans Day 3

Simon Karnes

I scream. Not because there is another cut that I can’t feel on my leg, but because I see my fingers rolling around on the floor of the train car. “Shit,” I murmur, my senses telling me to flee and to flee right fucking now. I roll onto the ground, my nose jamming into the ground with a force that I am sure has broken it into pieces. “Fuck.”

I begin to crawl my way towards a separate train car while the others seem to be preoccupied with yelling at eachother. Pointing fingers and tossing blame around in a circle for Rowan’s death and for the knives flying in their ally’s direction. They sound like children.

But I guess that is what we are isn’t it? Just kids. Snotty nosed, whiny ass kids with nothing but naivety and hope. Both a curse and a blessing.

I should respect that, be understanding of that fact, but--- “I KILLED HER! I DID IT I ADMIT IT! ARE YA HAPPY NOW!” --- I flip over onto my back and sit myself up so that I’m looking across the train car filled with blood and fear and rage.

“Alright you whiny little bitch,” I say, using my middle finger to point in the angry, screaming boys direction. “How about you shut the fuck up and walk the talk, huh?”

”Go on, jab that switch of yours into my eye you little shit!” I say, screaming at the boy who was previously talking to Kiena, or rather, yelling at Kiena. First pleading his case and then suddenly admitting to love the feeling of the kill. Well here I am, sitting hopeless on the bloody floor of the train car, calling him out. “Or I swear to Ripred I will jam every last one of these throwing knives into one of your pretty little allies’ skulls.”

I wind up with my third knife.

“And thoroughly enjoy it.”