Melanie tried to ignore the sound of the footsteps behind her, but they were getting closer and closer. Her instincts told her that danger was quickly approaching, but the part of her she liked to refer to as her strong and independent woman side tried to fool her into believing that it was just another person trying to make his way home after a night out with friends.
Still, she hurried her pace; no point taking any chances. The person behind her had a much quicker gait, though, and in no time he was upon her. Dragging her into the alleyway, he was too strong for her to overtake. She screamed, but at that late hour most people were sound asleep. Those who heard her would likely ignore her, not wanting to get involved or put themselves at risk.
In no time, he had her down on the ground with his hands wrapped around her neck. She clutched at her attacker’s hands, hoping to pry them free of her throat. She kicked and said, “Please, don’t,” with tears streaming down her face, but deep down she knew it wouldn’t do any good. The city had been plagued by a serial killer for the past year. Once a month, he picked a new victim; always a woman. In the morning, her body would be found, like all of his other victims had been found: naked, raped and in a final twist of cruelty, with a happy face sticker in the middle of her forehead.
In just a few moments, she would be victim number twelve. As the last few bits of air were being strangled out of her lungs, she thought of her mother and how heartbroken she would be. She then heard what she knew would be the final sounds she would ever hear on earth: the sound of new footsteps.
“Hey! What are you doing?” someone shouted.
Had someone come to save her? Would she be rescued? Would she…
“Attention ladies and gentlemen. We are now arriving at Union Station. Please make sure you have all of your belongings before exiting onto the north side of Track 26. Thank you for riding with Go Transit today,” the conductor said over the loud speaker.
“Damn!” Elaine, a regular rider on the Lakeshore East commuter train said. “Just when I was getting to the good part. Now I’ll have to wait until lunch to read what happens.”