Thought You Knew (based on A Gorey Demise)

"D is for Daniel derailed on a train..."

[[Hilarious because one of my partner in crime's name is Daniel. Anyways, to the story.]]
[[CHAPTER REWORKED: February 19th, 2015]]
        I narrowed my eyes as I thought. A random stranger, perhaps? Someone who had no relation to myself? I stared at the blank paper in front of me as I pondered the next steps of the massacre. I was stuck for about three weeks after Billy met his untimely fate. I didn't want to get caught, and if I had continued to murder people that were close to me, surely the detectives would have caught on.
        "Why kill just one at a time?" Twenty Four asked me as I bit the tip of the pencil in my hand. I considered this for a moment.
        "What do you propose?" I responded curiously. 
        "Well Curtis, you've been falling behind lately, and you need to make up for it. So to please both of us, why not go out and do something so horrible that it might just cause multiple lives to be lost?" I looked the window and down the street. The train tracks were just visible from where I lived.
        "I have an idea..." I smiled to myself as I got up from my desk chair and walked downstairs. I found my mother sitting at the kitchen table. I don't remember what she was doing. She was most likely doing bills.
        "What do you need, Curtis?" she kindly asked.
        "I'm going to go out for a walk down the street," I told her in a monotone voice.
        "Oh, okay. Don't be out for too long, though." I nodded and left her to her business. Then, it was time to sneak back into dad's workshop. I easily got in undetected, since my dad was working that day and wasn't home. After some searching, I spotted a crowbar and picked it up. I headed out to the train tracks to put my plan to action.
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        Let me ask you all, have you ever seen a train get derailed? The majority of you most likely haven't. Well, it's a pretty scary sight, actually. First come the bright orange sparks and unbearable screech as the train detaches from its tracks. Second come the screams of the innocent people inside the cars as they lose their minds. Lastly, the violent banging and crashing as the train flips onto its side and in my case, tumbles and dives into the ditch running parallel to it. The scene that follows the initial tragedy is quite grim. It includes an ambient silence after the sounds of many hopeless lives being lost, fresh clouds of smoke that pollute the air, and what's left of the irreparably mangled vehicle.
        I climbed down into the ditch to get a closer look at the dark image before me. Limp, bloodstained bodies coupled with the remains of the demolished train littered the ground and made it difficult to travel through. I suddenly gasped in pain as a particularly sharp piece of metal slashed the side of my leg. But then, as I picked up and inspected the blood stained shard, a weak voice rose up from the carnage.
        "H-...hello?" I silently scanned the ground before me, trying to spot the survivor. The voice sounded feminine, and was definitely near me. "Help me, please," the voice pleaded. I went the direction the voice was coming from and eventually discovered who it belonged to. It was a young lady, maybe around the age of 20. She had long, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She had a pink T-shirt underneath a denim jacket and black tights. Her left eye was swollen shut and blood pooled down her face from a gash just above her eyebrow. Her arms appeared broken, bent and twisted in ways that they shouldn't be humanly capable of. One of her legs was stuck underneath a train car. She stared at me with her one good eye, and I could see the desperation reflected within it.
        "It's interesting to think how unpredictable fate can be, isn't it?" I smiled at her. She gave me a half puzzled, half terrified look, as if she was debating whether I was good or bad news. I decided to relieve her of the confusion. "Especially if somebody decides to come in and change it against your will." I knelt down beside her as I spoke, knowing that she couldn't harm me no matter how close I got.
        "Y-you did this?" she stuttered. I slowly nodded and my smile widened with pride in myself. "How could you?" An air of sadness clung to the tone of her voice, chasing my grin away.
        "I had to kill strangers, or else the police would catch me," I replied nonchalantly. Her eye narrowed and her mouth hung open slightly in disbelief at what she was hearing. I guess it is a little weird for a 13 year old boy to be saying something like that. It then hit me that people would arrive soon and that I had to get moving. "No survivors," I giggled as I took the piece of metal that cut me and quickly slit the lady's throat open. Her blood spurted onto my face, tempting that silly smile to return. After observing the blood draining from her neck for a brief moment, I continued picking through the remains of the train wreck for survivors. There were none, but one dead body caught my interest. Or rather, what the once living being possessed in his pocket. I noticed an envelope sticking out of the jean pocket of an adult male, and curiosity got the better of me. I retrieved the letter before climbing out of the ditch and fleeing the scene. I read the note as I made my way towards the stream in a forest nearby. It was a hand written letter from a girl by the name of Marie Lane, sent to the man who I had stolen it from. Apparently they started out as pen pals, but their friendship had evolved into a long distance relationship between the two. I inferred that Daniel, the name of the male, was on his way to Los Angeles meet Marie in person, as the letter contained a phone number and address. Poor Marie... I chuckled to myself. I wonder what her reaction will be when she hears the news about her boyfriend's train getting derailed. Or even better, her reaction when the news report says there were no survivors!

[[Holy crap, Creature Feature aren't from Los Angeles? Well colour me surprised, apparently they're from Ventura, California. Meh, guess it doesn't matter, it's a fan'fiction' after all.]]