What’s the best idea when fleeing lizard like chameleon creatures infesting a subway system? Getting on the A train of course. Could this night get any worse?
Ken has this way about him. Since high school he has excelled in every physical activity he has participated in. Always winning first place, shattering records… and making enemies. Sure, he was popular, but popular in the sense that everyone wished that they were him, but didn’t spend the time getting to know him or becoming his friend. So he began talking to himself in his head.
“We’re all lonely boy,” Terry blurts out, caching Ken’s attention.
Ken could swear that the old man was looking at him dead in the eyes through his blindfold. As if death itself was next to him, piercing into his soul.
“Stop. You said you would explain what the hell was going on, now start spilling. It’s bad enough that that thing killed one innocent already…”
Terry shook his head and signed. This would be a long night indeed.
“It is funny you see.” Terry mumbled, “Most people with vision can’t see what is right in front of their eyes.”
Ken starred at Terry and thought back to the scene. The victim. The beast.
“Looks, deceiving they can be.”
Ken looked forward, into the empty seat across the train car.
“The reptile thing, it had no blood on it.” Ken whispered to no one in particular.
“MAW has this way about them, you see. Teach how to shoot and kill, but not how to see, how to decipher.”
“That thing was going to attack me. I had no choice.”
“What you can’t see will not hurt you. What you choice not to see will be your fault. Our faults lead to others deaths. In case it has, the city might just be doomed. Doomed to a fault.”
“Stop talking in riddles. If you know something that might save lives, anything, than you better start speaking in English.”
“Hold on.”
“What?”
Terry gripped his cane and the pole next to his seat as the subway car came to a screeching halt. Ken, taken by surprise, is jolted out of his seat and smashes into the divider, his arms flying forward and making first contact. He settles and looks up, noticing that his hands have dented the metal in front of him. He is speechless.
“You wanted to know what that thing was? As luck would have it, his family has come to tell you themselves…”
Ken looks at Terry and then at the far door. Invisible nails slice through the glass casing. Ken turns and the opposite door opens and screeching sounds echo through out the subway car.
“Oh and Ken, m’boy, you are not the hero yet.”
