intent to get wherever they were going as soon as possible. Lights as bright as the sun competed with c

he: shouting parents, arguing tourists, screaming children, laughing teenagers, and loudmouthed vendors all tried to be heard over the whistling engine

home with the most money that day. (Whenever a train was two minutes away from departing, and every child suddenly had to go to pee, tickets were lost, and bags disappeared as effectively as if they were possessed by Houdini; at night, when the sun couldn't outshi

same events. The hobos on the benches, the hippies playing guitars with spare change in their empty case, what seeme

at nigh

d postcards.) The energetic, welcoming workers were replaced with the midnight shifters, who stared at you blankly and responded five seconds later than the usual person when they were asked a question, just as you were considering repeating y

hinking about food, especially that signature

re white slips of paper with blue writing on it. This paper could be described as nothing other than gold. The light it reflected made

think this was a prank. This

pared it to the timings listed on the billboard. I glared at the information.

exit, ignoring the amused look of the overweight man behind the counter. I resisted the

ed at them harshly, not willing to underestimate anyone lurking about a train station at—I glanced at th

h a definite purpose either. Would we get married and have little creepe

e sleep, pronto. My crazy thought

f possessed by some kind of mission. He could pass for a Russian serial killer, I supposed. His blonde hair was slicked back, and his icy blue eyes were alert and focused, like he w

who would see him…do what to me? Kill me? Mug me? Take me in his arms and kiss

a thing fo

y queen, " he muttered. His voice was dark and rough, like he ate nails

e ticket was fake? Accuse him of being a part of

eaving no room for me argue with him. He was in

of my face. I'm not going to play this stupid game you crazy folks are setting up. I know this tick

with my blunt response. I ran my hand through my dar

lines on the guy at McDonalds. I just hoped he woul

hen I was stopped again. This time, the Russian serial kill

arting to drag me towards the back of the station wh

ing to murder me in the bathroom, think again buddy! I…

et. "You sick-o! If you so much as think about taking off

ch you, I swear! Don't tell him you thought I was! He'll kill me! I'm just following orders, I

not to tell his parents he ate an extra cookie for his snac

. "Who the hell told you to get me

ell you is that you are his. You will meet him in

m that you touched what

lly. "Please, my queen,

secretly smiling inside. N

. His existence needs

name, then?

kolai, my queen,

ting myself on the back

is guy that you were flirting with me and asked if

whispered. I wouldn't have heard him if I hadn't made the air currents

hat was all I

me for him. "And telling

cally, " I nodded. "You we

me. "Thank yo

fore I could protest. My profanities were stopped by

us and comfortable, nothing like the crowded, dingy seats of the trains I'd rode on. The station was more crowded than the local station at midday, and I wondered where all of these people came from. The high ceiling sparkled, as if made from diamonds. Chandeliers

I just wa

ncreasing volume of the train whistle as it prepa

ied with my wishes. Immediately, my bag was taken from me from an assistant and put in a compartment o

bobbed from inspecting the inside of the train to peering out the window again and again. The roof of the car glittered in the same way

n't fainted inside the regular station and dreamed up Nikolai and this whole

d it was travelling made it impossible to make out any shapes outside the w

at first. He seemed collected, though, on a mission

lia

ion to him was any indication. If he could intimidate someone like Nikolai, the Russian

my ticket had been a complete wreck. He looked like he had found the answer

ctions of a complete stranger that didn't exactly look all rig

changed color and you were gifted wit

n my sudden, paranormal abilities and just as abrupt eye color

blurred until they became sunlight dappling down through tree leaves. The chug-chug-chug of the engine putted softly into a bird's chirping melody. The seat cushion sagged under my weight the way the ground does af

nd, I was already in that cur

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is Killian coming

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