The Lost Princess

Chapter 2

In the darkness of the train, there was a shocked silence, quickly followed by terrified shrieks and whispers.

I sit there, shocked and not knowing that the fuck to do with myself.

I feel around for my purse to use my cell phone light. I rip it out of the front pocket of my bag and flick it open using the light.

With sweat beading up all over me, I shine my phone light on the rest of the car. One of the guys from that huddle i saw back in the station was creeping next to a passenger.

The passenger froze when she felt the presence of the man breathing down her neck, and he quickly took her hand and studied the top of it. When he didn't like what he saw, he did something that made me drop my phone in shear terror.

He angrily snapped her neck like a twig, letting her lifeless body topple to the ground.

I'm too scared to scream, to scared to breathe...too scared to even run or function. I just have to sit still and they won't kill me. 

'Just sit still, just sit still.'

"You all know what to do," one of the dark voices of the guys shouted, "Find. Her." he spits out.

Suddenly, havoc breaks loose. I hear neck snaps all around me, screaming of kids and people. The chaos, I just can't comprehend what's happening in the darkness around me. I hear low growls, followed my snap after snap.

'JUST SIT STILL.'

My inner voice is going to get me bloody killed!

Slowly, the screams start to become lesser and lesser as more lives were taken.

Then, after only a few mere minutes....silence. 

"Anything? Has she been found, boys?" One dark but hopeful voice asks.

"No, my apologies." They all say in an eerie sync. 

"There's always next year, sir." one says comfortingly. 

They can't see me, they think everyone is dead.

Now's my chance, when they leave, I'll run to the front of the car and use the emergency phone to phone help.

Now, I wait.

My scar singes with heat and my hand flys to my other in pain. They all stop shuffling over dead bodies and stop.

I hear them all go still.

"There's one more." he says.

'FUCK. YOU'RE SCREWED.'

Thanks, inner voice, FUCK YOU! As I mentally give my inner thoughts the middle finger, one of the men move towards me with inhuman speed, until I can feel their icy breath on my nose, making me internally shiver.

If he was that close, that means his lips were close too. Even though my life was completely down the tubes right now, i still felt the need to touch them. I went into a complete trance, slowly reaching my hand upwards to touch his lips.

'WHAT THE FUCK, FRANKIE, ARE YOU MAD?!'

He's been staring me down in the darkness for a good minute or two. My hand slowly and softly touches his lips, still in an utter trance. I know the risk of him snapping my neck, but it just felt like....like it needed to be done. His lips were warm and forgiving, despite his cold icy aura. My hand then suddenly began to...glow? What the fuck, why is my scar glowing? Startled, i shove my hand out of sight so the rest of them can't pinpoint me in the dark car. I could feel him soften his probably hard expression at my touch, then quickly shake his head and aggressively yank at my wrist, exposing my hand. He grunted, unsatisfied, and reached for my glowing hand. He didn't take much of a look at it before he growled frustrated and reached for my neck..

Thanks for the life I had, God, i'm on my way to you now.

I felt no snap. He removed his hand and took a step back.

"No..." he whispered in the darkness.

He stepped to me once more and reached for my glowing-scar hand. He stares at me, along with me. The fucking thing has never GLOWED before! He lets out an awkward shocked gawk sort of sound.

"Boys...it's her." he says, swallowing her before letting out the words. He sounded astounded and bewildered.  

I feel him reaching out his hand towards my hair before I grab my phone and make a run for the front of the dark train.