He ran up the train scanning for any sign of life but to no avail. He carried on running getting angrier and angrier he wanted all this to end. It was probably the second time Frank had ever been truly terrified second only to the first time he had ever killed for money. He arrived at another set of toilets at the end of the carriage, both of them empty. He opened the glass door separating the carriages manually as the electric mechanism seemed to of failed. This time the window was closed so he swiftly carried on through the second fully functioning second glass door. Just as he had expected the carriage was empty but from where he was standing he could see the end of the train. This made him feel slightly relieved, as he felt sure that there must be someone in the driver’s compartment as the train was still moving.
He walked up through the carriage slowly listening for any sounds and watching for any signs of life. He surveyed his surroundings, something that he was used to doing as it was essential in his line of work to stay aware of everything that was going on and looking for anything out of the ordinary. Searching for anything that may suggest that the job may not run smoothly. Tate always planed for the unknown, as he knew it would happen. He always said that “if you do a job you might as well do it properly” and Planning for the unknown always aloud him to do this. However this was one thing Tate had not planned for. He carried on towards the driver’s door; he eventually reached it, waited a few seconds and gently tapped on the solid plastic door. It slowly drifted open allowing Tate to see the back of the rather plump drivers head. The compartment was not as Tate had expected. To him it looked like an office not a driving compartment. But then he thought, how would I know. I’ve only been involved in cleaning and killing.
The driver slowly swivelled round slightly in his chair but only to the extent that Tate could see the mans legs and not his face.
“We’ve been expecting you Frank”
The classic horror story greeting Frank thought to himself. The man suddenly sprung up from his seat and threw Frank into a seat opposite himself.
“I mean it we really have been expecting you, we knew you would be here”
“Who’s we” Frank managed to splurt out. He was now terrified he had spotted a wall with pictures of Franks victims pasted all over it. Frank didn’t understand what was happening. He thought this king of thing only happened in supernatural horror stories and television programs.
“Do you know why you are here Frank?” Frank gulped in terror and didn’t say a word, actually he didn’t know why he was here.
“Haven’t you guessed yet Frank?” The man spoke in a calm soft voice which frank knew normally hides the monster inside; well he should know he was once one of those monsters.
“ I want you Frank” , At that moment Frank threw up a mixture of blood and vomit
“What, Why” Frank managed to splutter while throwing up another load of blood and green stuff.
“You’ve been a bad man Frank”, Frank was terrified he tried to push himself as far back as he could into the corner of the chair trying to get away from what he knew was coming.
“You need to repay what you’ve done Frank Tate, you’ve killed many but do you know what dieing is really like”
“No” Frank managed to say through gritted teeth.
“ And I don’t want to” he managed to add gaining abit of confidence.
“Too late for that now Frank” The way he used Franks name every few words intensified the terror and suspense and Frank could feel every last bit of it.
“Were nearly there now, look” Frank looked through the window, he managed to spot a glimpse of light in the distance. Was It the end of the tunnel?. It looked like it but frank didn’t know.
The driver laughed and said
“Goodbye Frank Tate, nice to have met you, shame you had to go so soon.
Frank knew what was coming he could feel himself gradually sinking into his chair as the end of the tunnel approached. In a funny way, Frank felt like he did not deserve any better. Then he was gone.
The ambulance lights Flashed at the station. A woman with a laptop computer was speaking to a police officer.
“ We sore him slide off the side of the seat and onto the floor. The man sitting behind him tried to resuscitate him but nothing happened, we tried everything we could think of”
“Its all right madam”, the policeman replied
“The paramedics said there’s nothing you could have done, apparently he hade a massive heart attack”