1:23 am

2.) Demarie

Demarie Jepsen boarded the Metro at 7:41 pm on a Tuesday night. This was a normal occurrence for her, seeing as she was a regular passenger of the Metro. It was her main source of transportation from her apartment to the restaurant where she worked, considering that roller skates could not get her everywhere in an efficient amount of time.

Tonight, Demarie had not been working, but had rather been visiting with friends across town, and was dressed in something much more casual then her work uniform; tank top and shorts of neon green and black, with her favorite headphones around her neck and her PSP blurting electronic sounds through them. She chose to sit on the bench directly to the right of the door, plopping her roller skates next to her and pulling her headphones over her ears. When she glanced up through her luscious eyelashes, she saw the young woman across from her staring at her.

Previously, Demarie hadn't taken much notice of the other people on the car. There was a sleepy-eyed business man next to a pile of ratty blankets that were probably left there by a homeless person, but she didn't consider them much at all. Across from her, however, was a distasteful sight to see.

This girl, presumably of Demarie's own age, was as straight-line proper and money-soaked as an English monarch. There wasn't a wrinkle on her clothes, not even a ball of lint, and her skin and hair were so smooth and flawless Demarie wondered if this girl could've been plucked straight from the cover of a fashion magazine. She had a novel in her pale, manicured hands, and the way she glared from over the top of her peach-framed glasses- peach? Demarie thought; who the hell wears peach glasses? - brought one word to Demarie's mind; scholar. A snooty, holier-than-thou scholar. Demarie despised her without even knowing her. When it came to rich white girl like this, she was not surprised to be hating her.

She glared back at the girl without much thought to it before returning to her game. The two shared these glances over and over again periodically without realizing it throughout the course of the twenty minutes until the doors opened again.

The doors, as they often do, slid open again, letting in a young girl of maybe fifteen. She stood for a moment as the door closed, gazing from person to person like a child in a candy shop. Her feet treaded daintily despite her chubby, teenage figure that was wrapped in a white button-up shirt tucked into a round emerald green skirt that shwished about her pale thighs. Her green eyes were round and innocent, but she gazed around in a frazzled kind of way that suggested a little bit of that childish naivety had been lost before she stepped on the train. Demarie took note of this, along with the way her brown bangs were cut in a haphazard way and her flats were maybe half a size too small for her feet. Demarie noticed all of this, but did not show her interest. Just another little white girl, she thought absently, ignoring that tiny voice of maternal instinct that was telling her she should be concerned for this girl.

Forty-five minutes passed. Demarie was deeply absorbed in her video game, not even noticing when the Metro stopped, the doors opened, and a young couple entered and sat to the right of her. She did not care, because the flashing lights and up-beat soundtrack were distracting her from the train, the people, and the memories of what had happened about an hour before at her best friend's apartment.

Demarie also did not notice when the Metro stopped but the door did not open and no one entered into the car. Not until she noticed the others looking around in mild confusion did she switch off her PSP, remove her headphones, and glance around.

The door to the car in front of theirs opened wide. Demarie gazed through it, eyes trying to focus on the pitch-black darkness that seemed to emanate a cold, bitter aura that made Demarie shiver for a second.

A voice spoke; "Hello, passengers. We apologize for the inconvenience. We are having problems with the control board, and have come to an unexpected stop in the middle of a tunnel. Please come to the front car of the Metro for further safety instructions."