by Michael S.
In a dark
subway station, you never know quite who you
might meet. Sure, you might meet no one, though
if it is getting late, and the last trains of the
day are winding down, then thats rarely
likely. Therell always be someone to share
the platform with. Probably drunk, especially if
its weekend, but any other day of the week might
bring alcohol spewed friends clattering down the
escalator and trying to ask for a light. But
tonight it wasnt anyone quite so harmless.
Jerry slunk down the stairs, and watched the girl
get on the train. He made a quick pace up to the
subway car, but the doors had shut already. He
knocked on the window, so she was watching him,
then melted through the window into the
compartment. She was dead before he could do
anything, her heart had given out on her mid-scream.
Thats the problem these days, people always
died of heart issues on seeing the melting trick.
It left no time for a suitable kill.
internally and ate her. There was little time to
devour once the person was actually dead. The
meat went off. They never thought about that when
they went and died, did they? Selfish prey. His
phone went off, signalling a text. Jerry checked
it and shivered a little.
now, before I have to track you down. Linda.
Hell have no
fury like a wife on the prowl. Jerry melted back
through the walls and headed home. Trouble with
the wife was a step below executed by the State
in terms of things to look forward to. At least
when you are to be executed by the State, there
are things to look forward to.
furious. Youve been killing again,
you lie to me, I can always tell when youve
been killing. You can smell it on your breath.
Jerry tried to
once I wish you could come home from work without
having the police round here to check your
whereabouts. All this lying is doing my head in.
what you were marrying into?
bunch of serial killers. But bloody hell,
youre still my husband.
I know I
am, but youre my wife!
up on the murdering long ago, like I promised.
promised I would!
implied it. Youve been using the melting
trick too again. Well have those FBI agents
on top of us again. God, why cant you be
try not to kill folk in future, dear. I promise.
still annoyed. Now Ive got to clean the
blood off your clothes before morning.