The Killings

Chapter 1:

I woke up on a train, I didn't know what was going on, I just know I heard low murmuring and the whistle of a chugger.

"Hey! I think she's awake," said an old woman's, raspy voice. I pretended to be passed out for the round 'bout of it.

"... or not." That voice was very elegant, I'm assuming it came out of a woman in her late twenties, about twenty-eight.

"Nah, she's jus' playin'," the old lady said. Now she had been tickling me! What am I supposed to do if I laugh!?

"Mmmm. Okay." I busted out in laughter at that moment then she stopped tickling me.

"Where am I??"

"You're on a train." Said the blonde.

"I know that much, but where to and why?"

"We don't even know that." The old lady said.

"We've been on this train for a week, maybe two now." Interrupted and older african-american man.

"Who's running it? Do we get necessities?"

"This mean lady is running it. Tha's what we call her, 'Mean lady'. And w-"

"She sounds really mean." I interrupted.

The old lady cleared her throat. "And we do get food, water, and a blanket."

"Should I be worried?"

"Nah, hon. Ain't nothin' bad happening to use yet."

"Okay." A sigh of relief escaped my mouth.

"I'm Bambi."

"I'm Nev." Said the old lady. Her skin was dark and not as wrinkly as you'd think. We shook hands and I turned to the others.

"And you guys are?"

"I'm David." The man who had said they'd been on the train for so long stood up, indicating the voice belonged to him.

"Hi, David, I'm Bambi." I smiled and politely shook his hand.

"I'm Claire." A lady with platinum blonde hair stood up, her voice wasn't as perky as you'd think from her looks, instead it was a bit monotone and medium.

"Hi, Claire, I'm Bambi." I shook her hand as well. Her hands were very soft and her hair was very long, she had a pink streak in it, on the right side, and she wore a hoodie that read "Peirce the veil" I think that's a band. Then she wore jeggings and converse. She was really beautiful, but she seemed so out of it I just tried to ignore her.

"Hey! Guys! Shut up! She's coming!" Thats was David saying that. I shut my mouth and waited for -who I'm assuming was- "The Mean Lady".

"Hello." The lady walked in, gave me a look and sashayed her hair. I already didn't like her she was snobby. "You're the new one?" She asked me.

"'New one' of what?"

"Nevermind." She made a disapproving grunt and took a sip of her drink. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until now.

"Hey lady?"

"Okay, one: don't call me "lady" or talk to me like that and two: I don't answer the questions around here." She pointed towards a scrawny man who looked to be about in his early twenties. "Talk to him."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Please, call me Binny, miss."

"Sure, feel free to call me Bambi!" I smiled and held out my hand, but he didn't respond, instead he sat there, staring at it, frowning.

"I'm not aloud to be nice to you guys." He whispered.

"DO you have something you'd like to share, Binny?" The mean lady asked.

"No, I was just telling her how trashy she looks." He gave me a stern look that said play along and laughed.

I scoffed. "Whatever you want fishy-boy."

"Hey! Don't call me that you hag!"

"Excuse me?" I winked at him slightly not letting the lady notice.

"That's right I called you a hag!" He stuck his tongue out.

"Alright, come, come, Binny." He stood up and followed the lady out and handed me something as they left.