I usually take the late night and really early morning trains to and back from work. It's usually pretty empty and quiet, with the dull roar of the tracks and flickering halogen lights. Most of us are too occupied with our exhaustion or passed out drunk to cause anyone any trouble. We usually take this time to snatch a few winks of sleep or read the news paper and catch up upon what happened during the day. We are the misplaced people, the pale faced dwellers of the night. We are those that live our lives from twilight to dawn while everyone else is home and asleep.
However, sometimes, we get daylighter that intrude into our time of quite and solitude. They usually are some late night party goers, young kids returning from a rave hyped on some drugs, or college brats returning from a kegger drunk off their ass but not drunk enough to fall over. They are noisy, obnoxious, and THEY DO NOT BELONG.
We, the night people, do not take kindly to rude intruders, especially those that harass tired old cleaning ladies or try hit upon anyone vaguely gangsterish for "drugs and ho's". At times like these, there are small warning signs to notice, slumped figures sitting up straighter or exhaustion fogged eyes sharpening into glares. There usually is hint of teeth, a flash of steel, or a barely heard growl. However, if they do not heed these signs, well... all there usually remains between one flicker of the old halogen lights and the next is a little splash of blood, perhaps a bit of torn cloth, and the lingering echos of a scream cut short.
However, sometimes, we get daylighter that intrude into our time of quite and solitude. They usually are some late night party goers, young kids returning from a rave hyped on some drugs, or college brats returning from a kegger drunk off their ass but not drunk enough to fall over. They are noisy, obnoxious, and THEY DO NOT BELONG.
We, the night people, do not take kindly to rude intruders, especially those that harass tired old cleaning ladies or try hit upon anyone vaguely gangsterish for "drugs and ho's". At times like these, there are small warning signs to notice, slumped figures sitting up straighter or exhaustion fogged eyes sharpening into glares. There usually is hint of teeth, a flash of steel, or a barely heard growl. However, if they do not heed these signs, well... all there usually remains between one flicker of the old halogen lights and the next is a little splash of blood, perhaps a bit of torn cloth, and the lingering echos of a scream cut short.
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