The Dark Watch.

Past. The Fatal Day.

                                                 Don't put your life in someone's hands

                                                        They're bound to steal it away.

                                                          Don't hide your mistakes

                                                    'Cause they'll find you, burn you.

                                                                  Then he said

                                                         If you want to get out alive

                                                         Whoa-oh, run for your life.

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     The loud and roaring song blasted through the ear-phones while she sat beside the window, staring blankly. She was dressed simple, average - dark grey jeans, some sort of converse, black hoodie with a checkered T-shirt underneath. Simple, normal, average, unnoticeable, just like everyone else, a part of the big grey mass. A small sigh escaped her lips and the girl swept a quick glance around the tube, which was half empty with a few late night commuters hurrying back home.

     There was a tall man standing in a suit with a case at his side, he was swaying synchronically to the movement of the subway, probably asleep or very tired. An old lady with silver hair sprawled against the cold seats, her head banging the glass. A young man was also picking his head with a large Labrador at his feet.

     With soaring muscles she changed the position and then it happened; she felt a strong force tugging at her, nudging her to the door. It was very persistent, barely sensible, but still pulling her, calling out. She quickly pulled out her ear-phones and looked around, searching for the source. Maybe it was just her imagination?

     Everything was still and quiet, only the soft humming of the tube was lulling other passengers to sleep. Then it returned with a new force, this time nearly tipping Darnelle head-first into the front seat. She caught the back of the seat and looked around once more. The next stop was Kensington and she felt her mind slowly shutting down, getting fuzzy and eyelids drooping.

Kensington...

Kensington...

Get off NOW!!

     A deep and hoarse voice screamed at her, commanding and she obeyed, throwing herself at the closing doors. She fell hard against the cold cement floor as the doors closed behind her and the tube sped away. Darnelle slowly stud up and realized that she was shaking.

     The platform was deserted and the wind swept empty plastic bags under her feet, cold wind. Darnelle shuddered and braced herself to warm up, but the strange pulling sensation was back. The coldness was so strong that she could see her warm breath erupt in small clouds, her blood slowly freezing up. She looked down at her feet and saw that a nearby puddle of spilled coffee slowly froze up from the middle, creating a web of ice crystals.

     Then something made her pick up her head and look straight forward, where she found two men standing several platforms down from hers. One man was bald - that's the first thing she noticed - in black leather jacket and black pants and a pair of black sunglasses. He was quite tall and burly looking. The other man was middle height, dressed in an expensive suit and a small pot hat on his grey head.