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Eliza.

You knew for a fact that this time of the month the train station would be its busiest. That's part of the reason why you came here, yeah? To get lost in a crowd of voices and faces? It was happening to you now, you were just becoming part of a background and part of some kind of messed up monster with hundreds of heads and millions of limbs. You were there though, and I saw you. I saw you standing there with your suitcase and mug filled with steaming coffee. You were standing there waiting for your train, either that or you were waiting for one to come and you would get on it anyway. It didn't matter where you were going and it didn't matter where you came from before you got to this train station. The only thing that matters is whether you will be making it out of here or not. I had an eye out for you, and not just because of some personal petty reason. No no, I was trying to get you and only you to do something so idiotic that you would remember it for years and years until the day you die. No, I would not kill you. No, I would not hurt you so bad that you would somehow die. I would hurt you in a way that made you hurt and kill yourself. You closed your eyes and swayed back and forth trying to get into a position you thought would be best. It wasn't you pulling the strings, it was me. I'm having you stand so close to the tracks that you can feel small chunks of gravel under your shoes. I need you to be directly across from little Eliza that you will be able to see the gleam in her eyes, but not the demons crawling into her ears and through her open mouth. A train zoomed by and when you could clearly see the other side, I cleared out the entire station and set Eliza across from you. Eliza was like no other worker, she was better than all of us just because she was a little kid. Most of the time we like to use slutty women or men who were toned and ready to be prince charming, but Eliza was something special. She was there as a little girl in a pink dress, curls pulled up into pigtails and little dimples in her cheeks. Eliza has a mind of her own and she uses it when she needs to. She would be able to pull off stunts like no other worker would be able to. She could really mess with your head too because she reminded you of someone, someone you never wanted to remember. Eliza stood there then out came a savage dog. It starts to growl and bark at her and she began to scream, she turned so her back was to you and the dog lunged at her making her stumble back and fall to the train tracks. She screams, but it gets covered by a blaring whistle. A train is coming straight for her and she can't get up. The fall made her leg shatter into two pieces and her screams were amazing. She wailed and balled, you stupidly made up your mind. Jumping down to the tracks, you scoop up the poor helpless girl and try to climb your way back out. You're not tall enough to get up there with her in your arms so you toss her up on to the platform and try to get up on your own. Eliza looks down at you, the pain and worry has drained from her face. It almost looks like someone is stretching at her skin and tugging at her bones, but she is actually aging quickly. Her curly pigtails fall into flashing rings and the dimpled cheeks cascade into wide cheekbones and dramatic full lips appear on her face. You looked the girl in the eyes, they were the same eyes that stared at you right before you put a gun between them and pulled the trigger. Her lips curl into a smirk and she waves her fingers as if she were saying goodbye, blood starts to drip down from in between her eyebrows. She falls against the platform just as you feel the racing train smash against your brittle body. That, my dear, is why Eliza is the best of us all.