The Eight O’clock Train

 Hello my fire starters. This short story I written I had submitted for a writing contest. Please let me know how you like it.                 

The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.

This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.

I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.

A cab stopped in front of me.  I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.

That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.

The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions.  I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.

I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.

The train cart looked like any other New York City train cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.

I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.

The train made three stops before a man who was living out of his shopping cart entered.

The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost enter to be choked by.

The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.

Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.

But the air had a foul smell to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.

Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.

The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.

My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.

The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.

A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.

What a morning.

I made it into work two hours late due to the police questioning everyone that could have possibly seen the killer.

The need to get out of there as soon as possible was so strong I almost lost the contents of my stomach on the platform. The people who were there in the cart, were a mixture of media hopefuls and annoyed citizens.

I was neither. All I wanted was out. Sargent Lines was the one who questioned me, which felt more like grilling than questioning.

Once the ambulance came to pick up the body, the sergeant let me go. He handed me his card, stating if I could remember anything please call him.

I nodded and left as quickly as I could. The sun finally rose but it was not as bright as normal and the air smelled clean. Which is almost a praise on air quality when you work in the city.

Walking into “Hos. Med. Inc.” was the best feeling ever. I went straight to my office, locked the door behind me, took my goose down coat off and screamed into it until I could scream any longer.

I manage to collapse into my chair and take several deep breaths.

The image of the blood dripping across my lap was etched into my skull. I had to get them off immediately. I had sweat pants in my draw that I stashed for those rare days I would want to go to the gym after work. I quickly pulled out and changed into. I threw the pants in the trash. I did not want to try to save it. My mind will replay the incident every time I pulled it out.

Looking at the clock on my desk, I knew there will have to be explaining to do to my supervisor but I had to get myself together first or else I will fall apart in front of her. I sprayed air freshener in my office to help get rid of the scent of blood that was probably not even there but had to be trapped inside my nose.

It helped slightly. Forcing my mind to do the same ritual it did every day to make me feel a quarter normal was a task on its own.

Finally I was ready to face Lillian Farmer, my manager. She is a five feet, five inch Irish, Pilipino woman. She is absolutely pleasing to the eye until the appearance of the lines.

First her eyes level out and three vertical lines appear between her brow bones. Then her naturally bowed lips almost become as thin as construction paper because she curls them in to bite them. Finally the two vertically deep crest shape lines appear at the side of her mouth.

This all occurs the first few seconds of entering her office.

I took a deep breath. Let it out as slow as I could and knocked on her door.

“Come in.”

As I open the door a swish of hot air goes across my skin.

I stepped in to be greeted by the lines.

“Why are you so late? You are supposed to call to inform me of any delays.”

“I am so sorry. I was being questioned at a crime scene.”

This piqued her interest.

“Crime scene. Did someone get robbed?”

“No actually a homeless man was murdered and they kept everyone who was in the cart there for a while. I could not use my phone because I have lousy service on the subway.”

Something happened to Lillian Farmer. The lines disappeared and a look of enthusiasm appeared. The same looked she gets when she presents one of my ideas as her own and gets praised for it.

“Do they have a picture of the person from the platform cameras?”

“I’m not sure. They did not let us know any of that information.”

“Okay well your excuse for being late is acceptable. You can go get yourself some coffee and get to the data analytic report for the meeting tomorrow.”

I gave her a forced smile and walked out of her office. She proves to me every day that I need to get out of this job.

The staff kitchen was a bit small but it suitable since we have a staff of thirty eight people. The Kureig was being used by Bria.

She always greets everyone with a smile. Bria has been with us a year and the environment had not tainted her a bit.

“Hi, I didn’t see you earlier. Are you working late today?”

When Bria asked you a question you feel it is out of genuine curiosity. There is not a malicious bone in her body and I felt she will not last much longer at this backbiting office.

“I was held up because someone was killed in the cart I was in. But I am fine now. Thank you for asking.” With a slight edge to her voice

Bria stood there looking at me and out of now where gave me a hug. Instinctively every muscle tightened up but I mentally pushed myself to hug her back. Finally she let go and I stepped back just in case the impulse to do that again overcame her.

“I’m so sorry. If you want to talk about it I am a good listener.”

“I appreciate it. All I need is coffee and to get back to work. Please don’t let anyone else know. I do not want to repeat this all day.”

She nodded, turned to the coffee machine and took her coffee. I knew I hurt her feelings but I was emotionally drained.

I hoped she would keep her word and keep silent.

Since that occurrence the rest of the day went along as normal.

The office staff did what needed to be done for the day. Including the gossips, the judgments and the unwanted opinions that were given to others without warning.

I stayed until seven. The seven fifteen train will arrive on time. That is one train that is always punctual.

Lillian had left a few hours ago making sure to tell me in passing that she expected a completed report.

I decided to finish it at home. I just wanted to be in my space. The last person to leave had to lock up so that fell on me.

The sun had brushed a muted orange across the sky. I looked as if the day was worn it out as well and it wanted it to be over or it could just be me projecting how I felt.

I managed to catch the train and get a seat. I had learned my lesson from this morning. I will just keep my awareness of my surrounding at least three feet around me.

With every stop the train made, I made a small mental plea to just get me home safe.

My stop was the next one on the train. I began to breath a little easier. Everyone seemed to be occupied with what they were reading or listening to on their phones.

I tried not to think about this morning but my mind would not allow it. The towering presence he had and the fact that I could not see his face was bothering me.

“Church Avenue. Next stop is…”

I almost missed my stop. I jumped up and bumped into a woman that was blocking the door.

“Excuse me.” I said I hurried out of the door and kept on walking towards the stairs on the north end of the station.

Once out of the station I wanted to run home and lock myself in. That would cause too many people to look in my direction. So I opted to walk quickly.

My apartment is a half a mile away from the station. When the building came into view, I slowed my pace a bit.

“Hey wait up.” A voice I knew too well was calling me from behind. I stopped and waited for Nancy to catch up.

She seemed a little more excited than usual. “What up?”

“I have to tell someone. I was just promoted to assistant director of advertising at my job.” She said bouncing up and down from her news.

“Congratulations, I know how hard you’ve been working lately. You deserve it.”

“Thanks. Let’s go out tonight and get some drinks.”

“Sorry not tonight but I’ll celebrate with you this weekend.”

She seemed a little deflated but she nodded her consent. We walked into the building talking about her promotion and what she was going to do with the extra income.

Nancy had so many dreams that I could not help but smile. ‘Just wait and see what taxes are going to do with all that extra income.’ I thought.

We both gotten off the elevator on the tenth floor. We have been living down the hall from each other for over six years.

We both went to the same high school. She came in on senior year and we hit it off right away.

The colleges we choose were very different. I wanted to do something that had medical influence to it. She on the other hand wanted to be in design.

She graduated with honors and I just passed with a B average.

Once I entered inside the apartment I was greeted with the familiar smell of bake chicken and turnip greens. My stomach felt as if it wanted to come out and feed itself.

“Hi Nona I’m home.”

Nona is my grandmother from my mother’s side of the family. My mother had left me with her when I was eleven years old and went off to live her life. My grandmother, Nona is what I would call her. Could not believe that she would do that but she did.

I received a letter from her when I turned sixteen years old. She apologized for not being in my life but it was for the best that she wasn’t.

I found out later that she was admitted into a hospital for mental illness. She was found in an alley surrounded by dead cats. She thought they were demons trying to suck out her soul.

I asked Nona about it and she just said to pray for her.

After that I never thought about her again.

“Nona…”

“Yes I am in the front room. What is it?”

She was sitting on her favorite multicolored couch that went with the orange area rug that seen too many feet in my opinion.

I sat down beside her and laid my head on her shoulder.

“What is it? You had a hard day with your crazy boss?”

“No. Well yes but that is not it. On my way to work a man was killed in the train cart I was in and I can’t shake the image from my head.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry you had to witness that. Did they catch him?”

“No he left the train before the police came. But it felt like he was staring at me.”

“Did you get to see his face?”

“No which I thought was funny because he seemed to be standing in a shadow.”

Nona was very quiet.

“Now honey tell me something. How was that man killed?”

“He had his throat ripped out.”

Nona’s body trembled a bit.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing why don’t we have dinner. That will make you feel better.”

“Nona I know you better than that.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head. “It maybe just coincidence.”

“What?”

“Well when I just moved here from Richmond Dakota with your mom it was because it was getting too dangerous to live there. First it started out with a man ended up missing and when they found him with his throat ripped out. Then another body turned up. But I heard that they caught the man. So don’t you worry?”

“Well Nona you had me scared to death. They caught him.”

She rose from the semi lumpy couch and went to the kitchen.

I felt like there was something missing from her story.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Your mother had accidentally seen him kill someone.”

Okay my heart dropped. I had to find out who this person is and if he was let out of prison.

I went to my room to grab my lap top and went back to the front.

“Nona what year did this happen?”

“It was over twenty five years ago.”

“Twenty five years makes it 1994. Richmond Dakota murders.”

The newspaper article said that they caught the “Kota” killer. He was a young Caucasian man that lived on the streets after his parents were killed in a fire.

It went on to say that he suffered a psychotic break when he witnessed his younger brother being killed on a drive by.

The judge sentenced him to life. Unfortunately he did not make it to the prison.

On transport his body was found floating in the river. Arms and legs severed.

“Nona did you know they killed him before he even made it to the prison.”

“No I didn’t. So then there is nothing to worry about. This is a different guy.”

“Baby I would feel better if we moved.”

“No, Nona I am not moving. I love living in New York.”

“Really?”

“Well I won’t be chased out of it. I will leave when I am good and ready and not because I was forced out.”

Nona had seen the determination in her granddaughter eyes. She’ll stay but she did not feel safe at all.

A couple of days went by and things went on as usual and I had not seen anything about the murder on the news. I figured that they probably did not consider it big news since it happened to a homeless man.

I woke up late because I gotten caught up in a reality show that had nothing to do with my reality but it did lightened my mood for the night. I could finally get some sleep.

I barely caught the right train this morning and it is normally empty but today it was bustling with people. I hate it when it’s that packed. You cannot even think because people’s internal voice volume is busted.

I managed to stand by the door at the end of the train cart. Once the door closed the two women that was sitting in the seats near where I stood and started having a conversation about their jobs.

“My boss needs to be put on permanent time out.”

“Girl, you around kids too much. (Laughing) You can’t put a grown woman on time out.” (still laughing)

“You do not understand the type of crap she’s pulling. I should have went for that position. I’m doing her job and my job anyway.”

“Then you need to be put on time out.” The friend said while she continued to laugh at her.

Now que the traveling Mariachi band. ‘What is it with today?’ I thought.

I looked at the time it was three minutes to eight and the train was almost at my stop. I decided to look straight forward into the plexy glass windows on the steel doors.

Behind me stood a man who was wearing a hooded sweater. Nothing weird about that, until my stomach began tightening up.

The train stopped in the tunnel and the volume had went up a notch with everyone. He walked down the cart and bumped into this woman.  She wore a tank top and fish net stocking over her shorts. . She had her pink and blue wig that is matted and slightly tilted off her head.

She was clearly not fully there. She pushed him back from bumping her then she turned back and continued speaking to this older guy.

When she waved her left hand in a playful gesture to the man before her, people started to look up. They felt something wet hit some part of their bodies.

A young man that was sitting in platter distance realized that he was being hit with someone’s blood. He looked at the woman and realized she had a finger missing.

“Oh miss. Your finger is gone.” He said and pointed at her hand.

That’s when everyone went out of control in that cart except me and the man who stood at the door at the other end.

He looked at me. This time I could make out that he had a faded mustache and beard. Something that is common on young men.

The train began to move and no one was paying attention to the guy who clearly was the odd one in the cart, o at me since I did not embodied the hysterics that was going on.

“Miss are you alright?”

I heard someone ask but was not sure they were speaking to me. It sounded as if I had head phones on and the sound was muted.

“I think she’s in shock. This train has to get to the station quick.”

As if on que the trained pulled into the station but the conductor did not open the cart doors.

“Are you kidding me they have trapped up inside with this maniac?” A guy said near the woman who lost her finger.

I glance away from him and in that moment he left the cart. He moved in between the two carts and jumped on to the platform.

No one bothered to hold him there. Instead everyone had their phones out recording the events that was before them.

The police arrived quicker than last time. Of course everyone interviewed gave way over the top explanations of what had happened.

The woman was rushed out and into an ambulance. The available police officers searched for the missing finger.

A toddler walked up to his mother to show her the toy he had and she screamed. Causing his little angelic face to turn red in fear. The tears followed behind that.

The officer took what the toddler was holding and it was the woman’s finger.

They tried to ask where he got it but he was scared and it was useless. He was too young.

This time I was not questioned there with the others. I was taken to the police station since I was at the scene of the other crime.

“Miss I find it hard to believe that you only gotten a look at him from his mouth down.”

“He was wearing a black hood. There were people videotaping him leave they probably got a shot of him.”

“We have confiscated all the phones to view. Right now you’re the only clear lead.”

“Anything else you can remember?”

“Yes, he kept staring at me.”

“Like he knew you?”

I just nodded. I wanted to leave and go home. I refused to go to work and deal with my boss after this.

“So that means you got a good look at his eyes?”

“Not really because of the hood. But he was intensely staring. Can I leave now?”

“In a few more minutes. You see you’re the only one who seems to get a look at him yet you don’t have a clear view. I find that odd.”

“What is odd about that?”

“You see him and then he kills people. It’s almost like he wants you to know he’s doing it.”

“So?”

“Maybe it’s someone you know and you don’t know who it is or you know who it is and you’re protecting him.”

“This is crazy. I want to leave now.”

The other officer whispered something in his ear. It was like watching something on television.

“We cannot hold you but we will be watching from you. If he is trying to get your attention by harming people we will probably need you in the future.”

“Need me for what, Bait?”

“Maybe not certain.”

“Oh I’m out of here.”

I stormed out of the precinct, barley noticing what was going on in front of me.

I hailed a yellow cab to take home. I was willing to pay the outrageous fee was going to charge just to avoid the train station.

While I watched the buildings fly by and the people walk as if nothing could harm them. I could not help but to wonder where he was. Is he walking among these people just watching and waiting for the next victim?

I felt the water build up in my eye. Hot tears were released down my cheeks because I could not understand why me?

Why was I the one chosen to see what this man was going to do?

Not only once but twice. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. I needed to center myself. The cab ride was long but peaceful.

I went to my apartment and my Nana stood up and ran to me.

“I saw the news. Did you see him again? You did, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“We have to leave. I know you want to stay. But I feel we should go.”

“Nana where would we go?”

“I was thinking Hawaii or Trinidad.”

“What, where? We don’t have money to go to those places.”

“I have saved up enough to start over out there. Anyway there is not much starting over for me. But as long as you’re safe I will be happy.”

I cannot believe what she is saying to me. Not only did she want to leave, she is willing to leave the United States.

“Nana I want you to calm down. They will catch the guy.”

“Oh honey I heard the crows this morning. I knew something bad was going to happen. We have to leave.”

I know it was a superstation but it seems like the crows are a warning.

“I’m going to my room and get some rest.”

 I went straight to my room and just flopped on the bed. I did not know when I fell asleep but I was in a dream.

I dreamt of his eyes and then the birds. What was the connection?

He stood in shadow and he attacks only the homeless?

Suddenly as if on speed, my dream fell upon his cloths. His clothes were not clean and severely worn. A smell came to me. A familiar smell. Like something sweet, something you would smell in the morning.

I looked up, I heard a voice. “I see you.”

The dream took me out side of my job. The security gaurds were joking around and a young man came up to me and ask for spare change.

I was able to find some and gave it to him. Then I heard my boss’s voice say, “What a waste?”

I told her, “It was not a waste.”

“She said “You’re the waste.” Then she started laughing.

The crow flew back into my dream and cawed very loudly.

I woke up in a sweat. I had a feeling I knew who it could be.

I should call the police, but something seemed to be nudging me not to get them involved yet.

I decided I was going to the train station. It was five fifteen. I’m sure he’s here.

The trains were crowed with everyone getting off work and rushing home. I managed to get on one. It made at least seven stops before he came on.

A young man asking for money to help him get something to eat.

“Why don’t you get a job or go to a shelter?” A man mumbled while he was reading.

“Are you willing to give me a job?”

He kept ignoring him. He walked from one end of the cart, to the other end. As he walked towards me, I took out thirty cents and gave it to him. I managed to get a good look at him and realized he was not the one.

“Thank you miss.” He said with his head bowed.

“Why don’t you get some help?”

“I help myself and I try to help others who can’t help themselves.”

“How are you able to help others?”

“Just because I ask for help does not mean I cannot help. You’re a good person but you work for someone who enjoys others pain. Why? Why help me when you do not help yourself? I have to go.”

He seemed very uneasy with talking to me. It was easier to ask for money, I guess. I looked at his cloths and he was wearing old jeans and t-shirt. His sneakers seemed alright. There was no hooded sweater at all.

When he left I smelled cherries? That was the smell in my dreams. But the guy who’s killing is taller than him. But he is connected somehow. I’m sure of it.

I decided to get off and go to the precinct. I found the detective speaking to a woman who looked as if she just was attacked.

“Listen I had to protect what’s mine and if she thinks he would leave me for her, she better thinks again.”

“Okay calm down miss. Just tell me what happened.”

I found a bench and sat down for a while. When he was finished with her, he noticed I was there waiting.

“So, did you remember anything?”

“Actually, I did. I think it a homeless guy that askes for money on the train.”

“That makes no sense. Why will a homeless man kill another homeless guy or cut a homeless woman’s finger off?”

“I don’t know but I think it’s him.” I told him what happened, and he did not feel like he was the guy but he decided it was time to use me as bait. I had my reservations about it.

The time was seven thirty-five and they wanted me on the train. I told them it only happens in the morning. The detective told me that this guy is probably following me and since he struck at eight, he may do it again at eight in the night.

I didn’t want anyone to be hurt so I agreed to try and get him.

I sat in the same cart with the conductor. It seems at this time the cart was buzzing with people meeting up to go to a bar.

I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm. There it was the smell. The cherry smells. He was there. I kept my eyes closed for a few more minutes.

“I know how invisible you feel. I will make everyone see you.” The voice whispered next to my ear. He never spoke to me before. I know that voice.

I opened my eyes and seen he was walking down the cart. He wore the black hooded sweater and dirty worn black sweat pants.

The train jolted and he bumped into a Hispanic man standing near the door.

He wore blue shirt and blue jeans. He was carrying a book bag over his shoulder.

He backed away and kept walking. The guy was bleeding on his side.

A girl noticed it too and pulled out her phone. The guy slowly fell forward from the shock, where was the police?

Other people took out their phones and someone had the guts to pull the emergency break.

Three men blocked his way trying to stay clear of the knife. I seen a couple of officers running in the other cart. They tried opening the door, but it seemed locked.

The man on the right a slightly think male, slightly balding and wearing a black shirt and matching jeans. The second guy was taller wore glasses and looked a bit more nervous than the other two men. The last guy looked like he was the one who would make the move to take him down. The police still could not get in.

The guy felt cornered and he swung the knife wildly. The cell phones were out and one woman was talking into it describing what was happening.

I went to him and decided to try to get him to give up the knife.

“Why don’t you just give up? There is no way out of here.”

The guy looked at all three men and dived for the shorter one.

The three men managed to get a hold of him and pinned him down. The shorter man stood up and discover that the knife was still stuck in his side.

They pulled down his hood and it was Crawford. One of the employees at the office.

“Crawford? What are you doing?”

The conductor finally unlocked the door for the police to get in.

“Crawford Why?”

“I am so tired of these people always begging for money. I had nothing and got myself out of it. These people don’t even try.”

“What’s the whole thing about, I know how invisible you feel? I’ll make everyone see you?”

“You cower down when the boss is around. You make yourself look so insignificant. I was going to make that psycho of a boss look up to you.”

“Crawford, you’re an idiot.”

The train started moving into the next station. The police took everyone statements and asked for all the phones to be turned off since this is an active crime scene.

I still had a bad feeling. What did the homeless guy mean by, I don’t help myself? I just did. I became bait for the police department.

After giving another statement to the police I was allowed to go home. Two officers escorted me out the door because all the news station had gotten a hold of the story.

I was able to get into a cab. This time the police department paid for my ride home.

Once inside I told my Nana what happened and she broke down and cried. My heart was breaking the more she sobbed. She said that her life would have been over if I was killed or hurt by this man.

She was great at guilt and I guess I did deserve it. It took me at least an hour to calm her down. I made her some tea and she took a couple of aspirin from the headache that came on from her crying.

I laid their on my soft bed and felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. I fell to sleep and what I could remember was the man’s words, “Why don’t you help yourself?”

I woke with a start. I could have sworn someone had spoken the words to me. The clock was about to ring anyway. I did my normal routine and went to work.

I walked into twenty eyes set on me. I knew this had to be because of me not coming in yesterday and Crawford being arrested for murder.

I put my things down in my office. Took a couple of deep breaths and went to Lillian’s office.

Have you ever seen an angry dog? How intense the stare is?

“You did not call out and you left me to fend for myself in the meeting.” She said in a low menacing voice.

“I’m sorry but I was not-“

“No you were not thinking as usual. Go to work and pick up Crawford’s slack until we can find a suitable replacement.”

I looked out the window and a crow was perched on the ledge.

“No. I done with this crap. I am your assistant not your slave. You take credit for my work and enjoy my misery. You’re really a sick human being. I did not realize how bad you were until you enjoyed the death of that man on the train.”

“Mali before you go too far and get fired. Go to your office and get to work.”

“No. I’m done here.”

“You’ll get no recommendation from me.”

“Don’t need or want it. I’m leaving. I guess you have work to do.”

I turned and walk away. I walked out of that place breathing easier than I ever had.

As I stepped off the side walk to cross the street a dove flew by and a smile appeared on my face.

A thought came to my mind. ‘He really did help me with no money.’

What is up with Fia?

Hello my fire starters. I hope all of you are keeping that fire burning. I wanted to give you all a bit of what are you are up to post.

So I am trying my hand at murder, mystery story. I do not want any of my followers to think I am going to stop writing my fantasy, or erotic stories. At the moment I have invested a lot of my time in a fantasy mystery book. Which I hope to finish by the end of spring.

But “The Eight O’clock Train” post seemed to want to come out. It is happening in today’s world. No fantasy ,so I am going to push my imagination to it’s  limits. Where will it go. ARRG!

The call of the Dhamper is still going and I am pleased with it. There is an end to that story but I am still developing the characters which is hard when I did not want it to go on too long. 

Also I will be announcing something very soon that I hope will be received by people well. We will see. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Right?

So that is all so far. Keep the fire burning Fire starters. Fia xoxo

The Eight O’clock Train

      

The crow cawed before the sun rose in the sky. ‘Bad omen’ was the thought that crossed my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care what time I left the house to catch the train but today was different. Today every hair on my body stood on end, my stomach felt constricted with nerves.
This was not going to be any normal day. The sun was scheduled to rise at seven fifteen. It was now seven thirty and the moon was still in the sky. Another bad omen.
I pull out my mental roller deck of prayers to make it safely to my destination.
A cab stopped in front of me. Obviously, so I would chose to take him instead of waiting for the local bus. Which by my watch was running late.
That was a third sign and yet I still headed on my way to work.
The drive to the train was uneventful. I convinced myself that I had to stop with all the superstitions. I paid my fare and ran to catch the train before it left the station.
I was just in time to squeeze in before the doors closed.
The cart looked like any other cart except for the tall man that stood at the back exit.
I felt him staring before seeing him truthfully. I tried my best to ignore him but I could not shake the feeling that he was not normal. I could not get a good look at him. He seemed to be standing exactly right so that it seemed he was in shadow.
The train made three stops before a man who was obviously living out of his shopping cart entered.
The mysterious man in the back watched the homeless man that entered. The air in the cart seemed stagnant almost thick enough to be choked by.
The train went into the tunnel and the lights went out for a few moments. No one moved or said a word. All you heard were the train rolling on the tracks and all you felt was the swaying of the cart. It was like we all knew not to move.
Once the lights returned, the homeless guy was slumped over his cart. Looking as if he fell asleep and the mysterious man was standing where he was before the lights went out.
But the air had a foul taste to it. I thought it was the normal odor from a person who had not showered in ages. That was my first thought, then a memory immerged in my mind. “Liver”.
Yes it smelled liked a bloodied liver. I glanced at the man that stood by the door and seen what no one else had noticed. The small puddle that he was standing in. It could have been water if it was raining. It could have been spilled coffee if he had any before I arrived. But I knew it was neither, I quickly turned my head and tried to focus on the movement of the train.
The man started to walk down the aisle. From the far end of the cart to the other. Passing in front of me, leaving dark red drops across my folded legs. He stood in front of the doors opposite a man with his eyes closed and nodding his head to the music he was listening too.
My heart jerked as the trained stopped and the doors opened.
The man left the cart. At that very moment the oblivious passenger that sat where he stood, realized that bloody foot prints made its way off the train.
A scream was let out by a young girl of fifteen as the homeless man fell over exposing his throat that was ripped out and gaping.
What a morning.

Thank you.

Hello I wanted to thank all of you for following me and reading my stories. I have decided to concentrate on the “The call of the Dhampir” as you all may have noticed.

I do take all of your suggestions into consideration. So I thought of making this list of themes that you may want to read as a one shot pop.

Mystery, Romance, Erotic, BDSM.

Depending on the response I will write a one shot pop story that will have the theme that is chosen the most. If I see that two themes are tied then I will incorporate both in the story. Here is the catch. Pick if the theme should be based in reality or not.

I am burning to see your response. Until next we meet. Fia xoxo

I’m back, Fire My Starter’s

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Hello my fabulous fire starters. I am back and I am sorry had to take a little break. I gather the fire had not gone out on ay of you? It should be a fire storm of gargantuan proportions. lol

I left you without a wicked Wednesday so we must rectify that. Also Talia seems to be struggling over what Julius feels is acceptable.

Now my Fantasy Friday people have not for gotten. There may be a bug implanted in Red T. The word is Maybe.

I miss you all and I will get you something to burn on.

Fantasy Friday (Elphin, another Anori)

 

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The ship arrived two day’s after departing earth. Jayla went about her duties, as if her mind was not consumed with thoughts of the male prisoner they were about to pick up.

The captain called her to the bridge to inform her they will be docking shortly. Jayla nodded, and left. She went to the docking area awaiting for the captain to arrive so they could (disembark.)

Jayla and the captain gave the information for pick up of the prisoner to the guards on duty. Everything was in order.  The brought the prisoner to them looking as if he was created from the very dirt on the ground.

The prisoners name is Elphin So. He was picked up after attacking one of the guards on the quad. The guard is  fine but he must serve hard labor on earth as the court had decreed.

The captain nodded and grabbed the prisoner by the arm and guided him towards the ship. He kept his eyes directed toward the floor purposely not making contact. Jayla could not tell his true skin color since the dirt was everywhere and there was a faint smell. A smell of blood. Her beast did not like that.

“Is the prisoner in good health?” Jayla asked

The guards seemed a bit in easy as she looked them over.

“He is in good health.

Once the captain put him in the room he ordered that he was given clean cloths and to be allowed to shower. Then gave Jayla the command to stand outside to guard him.

The captain looked at the prisoner and told him, “Just because you have a decent place to stay until your confinement do not take my kindness as weakness. Try to escape and you’ll be killed on the spot. You understand?”

The prisoner just nodded and continued to keep looking down. The captain left to go to the bridge. Jayla heard the prisoner move in the room, then the sound of water came on. He was cleaning up. At least she would be able to see if he was one of her kind.

It was an hour into the flight before food was brought for the prisoner. Jayla took it into him and she stopped short. He cleaned up and he looked like her. The eyes were the same color and shape. His coloring was identical. His hair had more waves in it than hers and was an inch shorter. But his shoulders were broad and muscled.

He looked at her with the same curiosity that she gave him. It was the first time that he actually looked up.

“You are Anori Ko?” She asked

“No I am Anori Kee. But you are Anori Si, right.”

“Yes. What does that mean Ko, Si ,and Kee?”

“They never told you?” He asked as he stood deathly still.

“No.”

“Anori Kee is the strength of the Anori people. We are the fighter’s and the protectors of the royal family. Our beasts are meant to destroy without mercy and to defend to the death. The Anori Si is the destined mate to the Ko. They rule the people with regal grace.”

“So, I am royalty?”

“You smell of royalty.You must claim your right to rule our people. But by birth yes you are royalty. May I ask where you raised?”

“I was brought to earth and studied and you.?

“The Quad city. I was trained to be a servant when I was a young boy.  I want to battle these humans. My beast came out for the first time when I did not summon it, it wanted to battle and the guard was present. I had little control when he shot at me.”

“So is the beast not controllable?” She did not care that he wanted to battle.

“It is a part of us but it will fight to preserve itself. Have you changed yet?” He asked looking her over.

“Yes once. I needed a lot of energy to do so. Do you need a lot of energy?”

“No I did not. Maybe because the beast comes when I call it easily.”

“I just released the beast recently and it felt like searing pain.”

“You must practice and talk to it. I feel it prowling in you. Are you hungry?”

“I ate before the trip.”

“You had human? They are ok for a curb the appetite but they never really fill us.”

“Yes, that is true. But I did feed.”

“Not enough. You can have from me. Come and take what you need.”

“I can not. I will get thrown in a cell my self if I do.”

He looked confused. “From touching they will punish you?”

“It must be from skin to skin contact.”

It dawned what she meant. My Mistress Ki. You can get it different ways. Looked deep into my eyes and I will show you the intimate dance of the Anori energy exchange. The power is pure pleasure.

She looked deep into his eyes and she fell into the depth of his soul. She seen all the beast surround a male and female Anori. As they prowl they would brush against the male and female and the skin lit with energy. Pure and exquisite energy. The male and the female embrased and kissed. Exchanging energy and gifting the others back the full force of the energy exchange.

Jayla pulled away.

“What is wrong. It is a beautiful dance.” Elphin said as he watched her.

Jayla left the prisoner and waited for the guard to releave her. She went to her quarters and screamed at the top of her lungs shattering every glass object around her. How dare they take her away from her people. She has been alone for so long, not belonging to anyone, and that short vision she had a community. A shared feeling of completeness.

Her beast wanted revenge. She will get her people back and she will free Elphin. He will help her. It wanted to fight, he will have his chance.She will come up with a plan for the escape in two days.

“Beast you will have your  vengeance.” She felt her clawing wanting out. Her mind thought of Red T. She knew there paths may cross again very soon. That thought had to be put on hold.

First to free Elphin.

Come Follow Me, Fia

 

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Good morning to all my Fire Starters out there. I just wanted to go over how you can follow me here on Word Press, without being a member.

You can google my work and on the lower right hand corner of the screen you see “Follow”. Press that it will ask you for your email. Put your email in and send. You will get a notification in your email asking you to accept. Please Except and you will receive a notice in your email every time I post something.

You will not get receive anything from any other writers if you’re not a member of Word Press. I hope this clears things up. And can not wait to engage more with my readers.

Have a wonderfully hot day. (Sensually hot)

Talia’s Truth Revealed pt.2

 

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The rest of the work week went on as if Talia’s mind was not preoccupied with writer. What bothered her the most was that she felt as if she was another person. It was hard to describe but she was not acting like the Talia that she cultivated all her life.

Normally it would be your parents that shape the child but when the parents send you away to distant relative to raise and they really were no better than the people who gave birth to you. You end up raising your self.

“talia..talia…Talia. Damn.” A voice yelled at her.

Talia snapped back to reality when the voice of annoyed Brian McCade seeped through her heavy thoughts.

“You do realize we have a meeting in ten minutes right?”

“Of course. Why are you asking me that?” said with an annoyed tone.

“Listen you have been on edge for the last couple of day’s. The staff has been complaining that they are getting reprimanded for the most minute things. Tomorrow’s Saturday get some rest and come back with out the fire-breathing dragon.” He told her with true concern written on his face.

Was she really acting that bad? After the meeting she decided to confine herself to her office. She had a lot of work to do, so it was not far fetch that she would be there all day.

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The clock on the corner of her computer read four forty-five. It was almost time to go. Maggie must be on the same time counter because she walked right into her office and took a seat in front of her.

“So hiding much?” she asked staring right at Talia.

“What?”

“You heard me. Are you nervous that he’s back in town tomorrow?” How does Maggie do that know exactly what’s eating at her.

“No. I have things to do and if he catches me then….. we’ll see.”

“Your full of crap. Your up set that he has you waiting. Get a grip he’s busy, but he’s gonna call you as soon as he get’s a chance.’ Maggie stood up and shook her head side to side. “Talia don’t do what you normally do.” with that being said she walked out her office.

Talia did not want Maggie’s advice, as matter of fact she had enough. She does not wait for no body, especially a man. It should be the other way around. Talia shut down her computer and left for the day.

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Saturday can only be described as a beautiful, picture book spring day. Talia rose to birds chirping and a soft breeze blowing through her apartment window.

To work off some of her steam last night she went to a kick boxing class and then sat in the steam room for thirty minutes. It helped allot. She finally had to admit that she was nervous and she was taking it out on every in a three feet radius of her.

She decided that she would go out to get her nails done and just put him out her mind. It was ten thirty when her cell phone went off with an unknown number. She really did not feel like dealing with these scam artist.

‘Listen you need to take me off you list. I will send this to the police.”

“Woo if you did not want me to call you, that’s all you had to say.”

“Oh I’m sorry I’ve been having unknown calls, hitting up on my cell phone.’ Talia could hear laugher on the other end of the phone.

‘I am sorry that you thought I was a scam artist. You are very aggressive with your intimidation. Are you free for lunch. I would love to discuss what you thought of my book.”

Talia was not sure it was a good idea. He already made her feel unsure of her self.

“We did agree about trust. I will be at the restaurant  Deletorri on the upper east side. I trust you not to leave me sitting there all by myself. Oh and please don’t send the police, I won’t have any autograph books with me to give them.”

“Your confident I’ll show.”

The phone went dead. He hung up again before she had a chance to say yes or no. That was it. Yeah she was going to go and meet him. To tell him he could shove his trust down his throat.

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The restaurant was nice and not too crowded to. The he was sitting near the back of the room, drinking a glass of water. Talia walked over to the table ready to give him a piece of her mind.

“I have had…….”

He looked up with a smile on his face.

“You have had enough. Is that what you were about to say?”

“Yes. This is not how you ask some one out on a date.”

“Talia please sit and let’s talk.”

Talia sat down still angry about the way things where happening.

“Okay let’s be honest. Your upset that I took the control out of hands. It’s always the woman who has the choice to say yes or no. I did not give you that and your upset.

Also your upset that I hung up and you did not get a chance to have the last word. Still a control issue is that not right.”

“Your twisting this around. I don’t have a control issue.”

“I’m sorry if I read you wrong. Would you please accept my apology.”

Talia sat there staring at Parr and realized that she did not even know his first name.

“What is your first name. I can not call your Mr. Parr all day.”

“It’s Julius Parr.”

The waiter came over to take their order and Talia decided to give him another chance.

“I would like to have a Caesar salad dressing on the side. For the main I would like linguini alfredo not too much sauce on it. If it’s too much I will send it back and a lemonade with the lemon wedge on the plate not in the drink. thank you.”

Julius watched her with a smile and listen to her take on his book. It was insightful. He did not utter a word since she sat down.

Talia started to feel uncomfortable by the lack of conversation. It seemed that she was doing all the talking.

“Why did you think I have a control issue?”

“I don’t think we should talk about that now.”

“Why not? You’re the person who had me promise to trust you. Trust is earned and I want to know why?”

“Your right. You do have a control issue.  When we first met You said to me,’ no tying, no spanking and nothing to give bodily harm.’ Just like you told the waiter exactly what you wanted and that you would send it back. Just like you were going to come in here and tell me off so you can try to make me bow down in disgrace and apologies for treating you that way.”

Talia sat there as if cold water was splashed in her face. Everything he just said was true. But was she always like that?

“Look, I want to see you more than just casually. But I am not a vanilla type of person and I can see something more than vanilla in you. I am not here to twist your arm. You’re, your own woman. But as confident as you come off. There is something else. Something that I see. That iron clad control must break. Your probably scared that a complete stranger see’s you better than any one else.”

“You want to make me your slave?” Talia adrenaline started to pump through her. She needed to get out of there quick. “I’ve heard about people like you.”

“Talia calm down. I do not want to make you a slave.”

“Then I’m confused. You said not vanilla.”

“You are and a little scared, am I right? Why don’t we continue with our lunch and talk again about thing another time. I want to take things slow. How about dinner in two weeks. I will be out-of-town on book signings but I will be back then. I am putting the control in your hands, would you like to have dinner with me?”

Talia looked at her food and could not help and see what he seen. Is she really that controlling? Wouldn’t Maggie have told here? Wouldn’t someone have told her? Did she want to see Julius again? He made her feel confused yet she can not deny the attraction she has towards him.

“Two weeks would be fine.” She said as he heart was still beating rapidly.

“Why don’t you do some research on me. Everything is on the internet and when we meet I can tell you what is true and what is fabricated. But of course it is up to you to decide. See I am still giving you the control that you need.”

“Yeah but for how long is the question?”

(So we have discovered that Talia has trust issues and a control issue. Could she have any more issues that Julius is willing to point out before she breaks? We shall see. Comment and follow to keep up to date with Talia and more.)

 

Fantasy Friday (Then Cor-ne-quen)

 

imagesJayla stood in her room and stared out her window at endless space. What could Red T know about her race. He could be making every thing up to get her to set him free. But he said he didn’t want to be set free.

She did not understand what his motive was to being captured and she really did not care. He was right about one thing. She was hungry and she did not have any prospects until they dock in five days.

She could feed from him and leave before anyone would find out. But that was near impossible. She decided to just go into sleep phase until her shift the next evening.

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Sleep phase was not as peaceful as the night before but it was time to assume her shift as guard for Red T.

Walking up to Mitchum A. the guard on duty she felt an odd shift in the area. She could tell that he felt nothing unusual. Human’s are still not in touch with the slight odd shifts that surrounds them.

“I am here to releave you of duty.” He nodded and informed her that the prisoner had been quiet since she left her shift. Jayla nodded and assumed her post. She stood there for over an hour before Red T. decided to speak.

“Good day. Did you sleep well ? ”

She knew he already knew the answer to that question. Jayla continued to look straight and not get involved with any conversation with Red T.

“Your starving and I am will to help. Are you that stubborn Anori?”

Jayla was trying her best not to go in there and snap his neck.

“I can not feed off of you. You are a prisoner.”

“If you are afraid of being seen I have taken care of that. Come inside and I will help you transition.”

Jayla knew this was going to a death sentence if she is found out. The only one that knew of her circumstance is the ships captain. She did not want to ruin his trust in her. But she was starving.

“Anori. ”

“My name is Jayla Ameri. Not Anori. She said as she stormed into the room, with hunger driving her instead of common sense. Alright hurry,take your cloths off and lay on the bed.”

Red T stood by the window and smiled at her. “There is no need.”

“You lied to me. You said you are a willing participant for me to feed from.”

“Is sex the only way you’ve fed.”

“Yes it is most effective.”

“Damn.” He looked at her with pity in his eye’s.

“Stand before me Jayla Ameri.” He said with power behind it.

Jayla stood before him and she felt as if she stepped into a vibrating tube that confined her to that spot.

What you will feel is my power feeding you. Once I see that you have your fill, I will then set the cor-ne-quen in motion.

Jayla heard what he said but her understanding was being muffled by her feeding. Every cell in her was devouring his power that was being washed over her. It was getting to the point that she was on the verge of doubling over from spaming muscles. She suddenly felt Red T touch the base of her neck and surge of burning followed.

Jayla crumbled to the floor feeling s if her skin was being sliced opened. She tried to look at Red T but her vision was abscued. He looked as if he lost all color around him. She yelled out from the pain it did not sound normal.

What did he do?

“Jayla Your almost fully transformed. try to relax through the pain. I do not have instruction on how to deal with this. Just a few more seconds.

Again Jayla yelled and a strange howl was released. The pain started to some what subside. She tried to get up but her hands, were long clawed paws with a gleaming light streaming from the tip and running up her arm.

She looked at Red T and he was sporting the biggest smile.

“You have fully transformed.” He motioned for her to go to the long length mirror.

She walked over to be shocked at her appearance. She was a large glowing wolf like creature, with fangs longer than any animal she has ever seen in her life. She wanted to turn back. She looked at Red T and he nodded as if she asked him something.

He walked over and touched a spot on her ear and she felt as if her skin was falling off her body. She laid there panting from the sudden change and fought the urge to leap up and tear Red T. to pieces.

“Jayla that is what you truly are. You do not need sex to feed and you are a warrior of your race.”

“A warrior of a race that is extinct. Why show me this? I could pretend I was closer to human. Now I have no one.” She decided that she was tired of fighting the over loaded feeling back and cried.

Red T went to her and whispered,” your race is not extinct. The children have been scattered through out the universe, in hopes that you all will never become a powerful people you once were. I released the cor-ne-quen because your time is now to find and unite them. There is a great shift about to occur and you must be ready to fight.

Find them, start a new life and prepare. The Oni is coming.”

With that being said Red T stood and went back to the window and gazed out.

“I do not have much time left. My predecessor is on the planet your delivering me to. She will seek the Anori out for assistance. She will have this.” He showed a glowing gem the shape of a star.

“A repayment for helping you. Please help her.”

“I can never change on my own. You had to touch my neck.”

“I touched it to open it. No one wanted to set you free. Closing it you must psychically will your self back. I pulled some power back to transform you back. Oh you must be fully feed to transform. It spends enormous amount of energy. You must go now. My power is almost fully spent. they will see you in my chamber.”

Jayla stood on shaky legs and went back to her post. She felt the shift, she felt earlier dissipate. Red T was quiet for hours. So was Jayla.

(What is the Oni and why were only the children taken? Will Jayla be strong enough to find her people or will normalcy of being human win out? If you enjoy the Fantasy Friday’s please follow and comment. I love feed back.)

Keeping up with Fia

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Hello my fire starters. So here’s the lighter fluid to Fia’s bonfire I am creating with my pod cast. First intro will be up this week. I am so excited.

Like I said before I will post what is said here on wp. for all those who rather read than listen.

For my Fantasy Friday loves. I can not wait for you to see what Jayla is going to discover. It’s amazing what’s beneath us all.

That’s it for now. Until we speak again keep the fires burning.