I walked up to the station with a hoodie on, to cover my face. Then, I blacked out all the cameras I could find with a can of spray paint. I'm sure there probably were more cameras, but that's what the hoodie was for.
Nobody else was at the station. After about ten minutes, the train arrived, going west towards Portland. I hopped on and took a seat. I placed my kill bag, full of fun killing toys, in the seat next to me, and just rode the train to Civic Drive. I got off there, and got onto the train going back to Cleveland Ave., in hopes of catching some vulnerable girl.
Nobody was on the car that I was in, but I just sat there patiently, hoping some poor girl would wander on in the next few stops. While I was waiting for the next stop, I got up and scanned the car for cameras. I found two, one at each end of the car. I blacked both of them out with the spray paint, then got back to my seat.
At the City Hall station, a couple pasty-white thugs got on the train. Fucking white punks gotta ruin my fun. I stared them down, in hopes that they would start something. I wasn't going to kill them, I just wanted them out of the way.
One of them noticed me staring. "What's yer problem, homes?" He asked me, sounding kinda Mexican. He wasn't Mexican. He was a fucking suburban white-boy cunt.
"Get off my fucking train, ese." I said in my most white-boy spanish accent.
"What you say, homes?" He asked, keeping up the Mexican thug thing.
"I said, you ain't Mexican. You're a stupid-ass suburban white-boy. Now, get off my train." I said, in the most matter-of-fact way.
The other thug chimed in. "Shut you're whore mouth, man! We own this train. You get off OUR train, bitch." I guess this other thug though he was a black guy or something. Had on a doo rag and everything.
I saw the next station coming up, so I wanted to get these guys out of my face as soon as possible. I pulled the .22 from my back pocket and pointed it at them sideways, like some black guy would do in the movies.
"I said, get the fuck off my train, bitches." And they both backed the fuck off. It cracked me up, they were so scared. They just backed up, put their hands up and stared at me in disbelief.
"Alright, man. Chill. We'll get out at the next stop. Damn." The black white-boy said.
"Good." I said, and put away the gun. Just a few seconds later, and we were at the next station. The white boy thugs got off and some helpless girl got on. Thank god.
For a second, I thought the thugs were going to get back on another car on the train, but they just stood there as our train finally passed them. They still stared at me in disbelief from the station.
Finally, my attention turned to the girl who had gotten on the train. She was probably about twenty-something. Long brown hair, a modest skirt, and a red patterned sweater. Fairly hot, really. I'd say she was a seven, on a good day.
She had taken a seat furthest away from me, at the other end of the car. I didn't blame her. I look like a crazed serial killer, for fucks sake.
I started to cry, loudly. Like a little girl. As pathetic as I could. "Why?!" I hollered. "Why god, why?" More pathetic sobbs. The girl looked over, but didn't move. I started sniffing a lot, like crying people do. Wiping pretend snot all over my jacket.
I bit my lip until blood came out. Actual tears came to my eyes, from the pain. I looked over at the girl again, and our eyes met. She had a caring look. I got up with my bag, and went over to sit on the seat across from her.
"You wouldn't happen to have a tissue, would you?" I said, in my most pathetic voice.
"Oh sure. You poor thing, what happened?" She asked as she digged a tissue out of her purse.
"My mother just died at the nursing home. We were so close." I said, trying to sob some more. Hoping more tears would come. Girls are suckers for mama's boys.
She handed me a tissue across the isle. "Thanks." I said, as I wiped away a little snot that had built up because of my real tears.
"I'm so sorry." She said. "About you're mother. What happened?"
"Cancer." I said, as I calmly opened my kill bag. Reaching in, to find a roll of duct tape. "She had been fighting it for quite a while. Here, I have a picture." I said, as I got hold of he duct tape.
In one quick motion, I slid across to her with the duct tape in hand. She wasn't on guard quite yet, because she expected me to come over to show her a picture. But instead, I came over and put my left arm around her neck, in a choke hold. She screamed, and I quickly placed some duct tape across her mouth and around the back of her head.
"There you go, my dear." I said, taking some more duct tape and taping her arms behind her back.
The next station was coming up shortly. I wasn't worried. I was excited. "Lets see who gets on the train now." I whispered in her ear.
The train stopped and the doors opened. Seconds passed, and my heart raced. I hiked up the girl's skirt as we were sitting on the bench, waiting for someone to enter our car. I took her panties down around her knees. I held a knife close to her throat.
Someone entered our car. An older lady. My heart raced. For a second, I thought she wouldn't even notice us. Most people, when they enter a train car just try to ignore everyone and get on with their ride. Reading a book, or just staring into space. Not this woman.
She stared right at us as her feet crossed the threshold into the train. She stood there in shock for a second as she stared at me with that evil grin on my face. Duct tape over the girl's mouth. Her skirt hiked up. Panties around her knees. The knife that I had held to the girls throat. "Good evening." I said, with a smile.
The old lady screamed. Threw up her hands, and backed out of the car as fast as she could.
The next stop would be Cleveland Ave., where I would get off. It would only be about a ten minute ride. I didn't have much time.
I slammed the girl's face to the floor and straddled her, right behind her ass. I spat in my hand and rubbed it into her asshole. I cut into her ass cheeks a bit, around her tight hole. Pulled my cock out and shoved it in her ass as fast and deep as I could.
The girl screamed, under the duct tape. "Good." I said, as I pounded away at her ass. "Scream some more. I love it." And she did.
I reached over to my bag, as I was fucking her, and brought out a small rope. I wrapped it around her throat and pulled it tight. I choked her with the rope as I thrusted into her asshole. She coughed and gagged under the duct tape. She struggled and kicked, thrashing around like crazy.
Finally, she stopped moving, and I came. The best feeling in the world, cumming as a girl dies. I slapped her ass a few times as I pulled my cock out of her tight hole. Pulled my stuff together, and waited patiently on the bench as the train started slowing down for the last stop.
My heart raced like crazy. Someone else could get on the train. This stop was where I was getting off. If someone got on... My mind raced. I didn't know what I would do. I was in that post-orgasm haze. My brain was fucked. I started to panic.
The train came to a stop. The doors opened. I just sat there, like a fucking idiot. Deer in headlights. What do I do? Just get up, and get the fuck out you goddamn idiot!
So, I stood up. Leered out the doors. Nobody there. I walked out of the car, into the cold February air, and breathed deep the air of freedom.
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