Toyinfestation

20 - On The Run From Things You Can't See

"Anaesthesia?"

She didn't reply. Ofcourse she wouldn't. I really really didn't know what I had, or was, getting myself into.  And it was really frustrating to have source of information infront of me and know what exactly was going on. I mean, I helped her, not too many questions asked. Almost got well, turned into a toy. And she didn't tell me despite knowing very well what exctly she was leading me into. 

I looked down at her melodramatically staring at the ground again. Fine. Don't bother with proper explanantions.

I grabbed her shoulders and pull her along as I stalked past her, across the lawn, the too-long grass - jumping over the low, rotten fence. I could hear her footsteps behind me. 

We kept going, the sky was getting darker and darker progressively. We kept going, towards the train station. We'd take a train to Marsling and then a cab from there to Gandma's place.

"Which way to the train station?"

"We need to cross the road after Block 347, then past the underpass on the left of the old biscuit factory, down the underground exit along New Teck Road." And then after a pause she said, "If I remember correctly." Then she stopped walking. I kept going, the clowds looming overhead were getting darker and darker. I was beginning to feel the cill of cold wind, picking up pace, just as I did. My jacket was with her.

"Don't just stand there." I din't glance at her. 

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. It's going to start raining soon, and there aren't any cabs in sight."

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't explain everything at the start but I just couldn't. I needed to be able to move around first. I had to."

"Good." I stopped and looked at her. It was going to rain soon, and we weren't even at Block 336 yet.

"And it's complicated okay, at least you still have your parents around. I don't."

"Okay." 

"And I already said sorry. I said thankyou too." She indignantly continued. It was strange that we hadn't seen a single yellow or blue cab, yet. It was 2am in the morning, it wasn't even at a peak hour. Where were these lazyass taxis?

"Fine, fine."

"Tony, are you listening to me? Don't you want to help Trac? Don't you? I thought you did." This girl, at 2 am, this wasn't amusing anymore.

"Anaesthesia, do you have an umbrella with you?"

"No."

"Then can you please shut up and keep walking, please?" 

She looked a little bit hurt and trailed behind me. A little while later, drops of rain started hitting the side walk. Steaks of rain water went past the lamp posts, illuminiated for a while, before the hit the roads, the buildings and trees. And we had to run in and walk through the void decks of the blocks instead.

We were about to go down the staircase to the train station wen Anaesthesia let out a yelp and grabbed my arm. Alarmed, I looked to the direction she was facing, horror stricken. 

"What-t....what-is that?" Her lips had gone a little bit blue.

I couldn't see a thing particularly terrifying.

"It's him. Him." she said as she hurried down the stairs pulling me so hard I stumbled down them. 

"Who? There wasn't even a stray cat there. No one was there. It's 2 AM. Maybe you're getting used to your eyesight."

"No." She pulled onto the edges of the jacket, "No, you can't see them."

"And you can?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, okay. I'm going to sit over there, by that bench and wait for the 6am train. I'll buy a temporary train pass for a you. Chill, and go to sleep. Okay?" The benches were kind of dirty, but it wasn't like I cared, much at that point. I just wanted to sleep.

She grudgingly came and sat down next to me and puffed out her cheeks. "You sleep, I'll keep watch."

What? Why? Because she saw and imaginary "Him"? Whoever that was.

"We aren't camping in a war zone. Just go to sleep."

"NO."

"Fine."

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I woke up again in what felt like a moment later, Anaesthesia shaking me awake.

"WHAT? HUH? WHAT? I DIDN'T EVEN SLEEP. What--" THERE WAS A TRAIN IN THE TRACKS. IT GOING ON AND ON, IT'S LIKE THE TRAIN COULDN'T,WOULDN'T  STOP. "it's a train."

"And those things inside aren't...aren't..aren't  people." Her nails were digging into my arms. They were horrible. Like the had come straight out of horror movies, the train just kept going. Every single distorted face had a terribly twisted smile on their faces. And they looked like they were smiling at us. The train kept going.

Don't stop. Don't stop.Don't stop. Don't stop.Don't stop. Don't stop.

Please don't stop.

 "Why me?" Anaesthesia's voice sounded choked.

Why me as well? I thought. But I didn't say it out. 

"They'll come for us. Tony, we have to go." She was getting up now, so was I. We needed to get away. But where? The train was slowing down now. And...and it looked like there was someone up there, at the top of the staircase, waiting for us. 

There was a tall shadow at the bottom of the staircase.