She pushed the door open slowly. She knew the cell phone wasn’t making that noise anymore, but she really didn’t want to take any chances. And she deserved to be a little jumpy. She just got attacked on the subway, jumped form said subway to escape a fiery death, had a fun meeting with the floor, felt like she had broken every bone in her body, Found her school uniform was ruined beyond repair, found a police officer that resembled a chew toy, and got attacked by a monster in a dress. Yea, she deserved to be jumpy. And it would seem she was right to be cautious. As soon as she opened the door she met with the floor again, as someone tackled her. ‘Why hello mister floor. I guess you missed me. My we surely are best friends…’ She thought, as her already wounded head bashed against it once more.

She held back a groan and turned her head forward to see what had attacked her. She blinked in confusion. It was a boy. He sat on her with a fist pulled back as if he was about to bash her face in. She starred at him as he opened his eyes and starred back. She watched him freeze and gasp. She couldn’t help but frown slightly at him. “Yes I’m a …a girl?! Do you need to check to make sure?” She questioned emotionlessly, her eyes lowered in boredom. “But before that, could you… I don’t know… get off me?” She asked waving her hand slightly. Her already sore ribs was not up to this at all, and it was becoming painful to breathe.

She moved slowly through the area. Her eyes moved back and forth swiftly taking in everything. It was a Train station well subway station, but there was something wrong about this place. There seemed to be an ominous clanking all around. There was no place it came from, and no cause yet it was there. Her hand moved to grasp the pendant around her neck. She needed to find something to fix herself up with and a place to change. There was no one around, yet she still felt almost as if she was being watched. The scent of blood seemed to be al around. As well as some kind of floral scent, it was heady and almost made her dizzy. It almost reminded her of a drug, and whenever she thought of it a picture of a white flower appeared in mind. And she had absolutely no idea why, but she almost hated that scent. It brought a feeling of sadness and rage to her. But betrayal lingered in her mind the most. The thoughts continued on, as she glanced around. Her eyes caught the main office and she sighed. Looking over the long bench like desk she glanced around the small cubicle. Pulling herself over she grabbed things she saw. A flashlight lay discarded. She flicked it on making sure it worked okay. The bright beam of light nearly blinded her, but it worked to her relief. She slid it into her pack while her eyes scanned everything. Her head tilted slightly spotting a map on the desk, along with some medical bottles, and a pack of bullets. She shoved these things in her pack as well, and gave a final glance over. ‘There!’ She thought reaching under the table and grabbing the medical kit.

The white box in hand she pushed back from the desk and glanced around. Spotting a bathroom, she headed in its direction. She pushed open the door with a faint squeak, and paused taking in the sight. Blood smeared across the group. She followed the trail to a body leaning against the wall. He was dressed in the blue of a police officer, perhaps security. Aysa closed her eyes taking a deep breath. She felt pity for him but he was already dead. She walked silently across the room, wincing slightly as the blood was still wet and painting her feet. She paused crouching down and looking him over. He seemed to have been blugered(sp) to death, and then torn apart. It almost looked like tiny bite marks. She shook her head once more her eyes landing on his hand. A gun. She frowned her hand leaning down and resting above the gun. She paused and glanced back up at him. ‘He won’t be using it.’ She thought, her hand closing around the cold object. She worked it from his grasp and glanced over it. It had a few bloodstains, but was undamaged. She checked the cartridge and found only two missing. She nodded her head fixing the gun back together. She began to stand up when her cell phone suddenly went crazy. A loud sound of static filled the room. She frowned looking down at the object hanging form her bag’s pocket. But her attention was moved a second later. She heard the bathroom door creak open, a harsh almost gutter-ling breathing filling the room. Her head moved slowly in the direction of the noise, and she stifled a gasp.

A giant creature stood there coming her direction. It was large, with long legs, a large torso, a small faceless head, a small razor teeth filled mouth, and large almost club like armed. The creature also seemed to be wearing a dress or skirt. Well she could see what killed the man at least. The creature lumbered in her direction, and she froze for a split second as the static became louder. A second later she snapped out of it. The gun was pointed in the direction of the creature and her finger was pulling the trigger. Three shots later and the creature was on the floor with a terrible screech. She stood there watching it as it laid there, that screech continuing, and causing her head to ache. She walked over slowly making sure it would jump back up. She stood there for a few moments, and moved forward to nudge it with her foot. It’s head shot in her direction teeth gnashing at her. Aysa snarled and brought her foot up smashing it into its face. It felt gooey and slimy, but soft and almost squishy. It was sickening. She brought her foot up again smashing it down. This time it punctured that face. Blood splattered everywhere adding more to her collection and covering her legs. Slowly the creature came to a stop and the static vanished, only a faint crackling. Aysa slowly moved her foot from the mess, and took a step back. She took a deep breath and sighed. That was over.

She turned and walked back over to her pack and the first aid kit. She leaned over the sink checking the faucet. As the water spread along the porcelain bowl she bowed her head with a sigh. She brought her pack and the kit up resting them on the counter. She gave a glance to her blood and wound covered reflection, then bent over the sink. Her hand moved the bandage around her head smoothly and surely. Once she had tucked the access away she glanced at her reflection once more. She blinked slowly. Nothing had been broken at least. Her arms were wrapped in bandages, as were her legs. She had a block of gauze tapped to her right cheek. She sighed, but at least she wasn’t covered in blood any longer. The sink seemed permently stained. She reached over grabbing her new clothing. She pulled off her rags and pulled on the black cargo pants, orange turtle neck sweater, and white vest. She glanced in her reflection and nodded. The flashlight, kit, and bottles were in her pack. The bullets box in her pocket, the gun in the waistband of her pants, and her cell phone in her vest’s chest pocket. The athema she placed in the inside pocket of her vest, and the map was in the outer pocket. She shrugged, and glanced down at the creature and the guy. She still had no shoes but she’d find some later. She walked across the room, and came to the door. Pushing it open she left the bathroom. She knew one thing. she had to get out of this place.

For a while she felt airless. There was no up, no down, just air. It brushed past her in an angered movement. Her head moved to the side seeing the rest of the train connect with the wall. Strange to see a wall out in the middle of fog, connected to nothing. Time seemed to have slowed down, it brought a sense of vertigo to her. She was suspended in air, watching the pieces if the train smash against stone. She could hear the death tolls of the creatures that had been with her. She felt the warmth of the flames that came form the explosion. The flying pieces of metal that were flung everywhere mixed with flinging flames. She could feel her body turning away from the site. Coming to curl around itself, and her arms wrapped before her face, she waited for whatever contact would come. She could feel the pieces of flaming metal shot past her, some brushing against her other nicking cuts and tearing her uniform even more. And time sped up again.

She crashed into a hard solid surface. From the pain in her arms as she skid along, it was concrete. She skids a few feet, before her arm got twisted from the grainy surface being forcefully shoved underneath her. She felt her body flip over and she spun and flipped. She scent of blood blocked her nose once more, as she could feel her skin be ripped from the contact. The warm liquid trailing across her skin and the ground she moved along. The momentum continued for a few more moments before she finally came to a stop. Her back jerking backward for another flip only to come in contact with a wall, her head smashing painfully into the stonewall. Black spots danced in her vision as pain blossomed from her head. Her vision became blurry and she couldn’t tell anything. Her eyes moved around but there was nothing but blurs. She felt her body slid down to the side, and winced from the thud. Although she felt an out of body experience, she could still feel the pain.

She lay there for some time. Her mind spinning with thoughts, memories, sounds, and illusions. She knew delirium came with concussions. It would seem she would have to make sure her skull hadn’t split open. Although she had to wonder if that was the least of her worries. Her bones ached, and she couldn’t even tell if anything was broken. Everything felt sore and painful. She could feel the blood sliding down her skin to rest on the dusty ground. The only thing keeping her from slipping off to sleep was the sound of the crackling flames. She blinked her eyes slowly. They glanced around seeing an orange blur in the corner. It moved sluggishly, or was it that her eyes were registering it sluggishly. She allowed a sigh to escape and could feel her bruised ribs protest, and her right cheek scream in protest. She remembered it sliding along the ground once or twice, and she could now feel the blood trickling down.

Time passed and she had no clue how long, perhaps she had fallen asleep. She had no clue to tell, but when she opened her eyes her sight was back to normal. Though she was still dizzy, and felt like she would be ripped a part should she try and move she knew the concussion wasn’t a danger anymore. She moaned lightly and slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her hand came up to feel behind her head and she winced as it brushed over a bloodied knot. ‘Well, that wasn’t good.’ The thought crossed her mind in mild sarcasm. She shook her head wincing from the pain and glanced down. Between the adventure across the ground and the pieces of flying burning metal, the uniform was useless. Not the mention the state she was in. She would be worried about the amount of blood, but she knew it wasn’t enough to kill her. Though she really needed to find a first aid kit or something. Her skirt was shredded, but still wearable. Her knee-highs were destroyed; luckily the elastic was still there holding the athema. Unluckily it had slid and sliced her leg. Her sleeves were gone, her shirt torn reaching her ribs. Her arms, legs, and stomach were covered in skid marks, the skin torn and bloody. And her left shoe was missing.

She pushed herself to stand, and grasped the wall behind her for support. Once her head stopped spinning, she reached down pulling her right shoe off and throwing it to the side. Her gaze drifted up and took in the explosion. The train was still burning and smashed into the archway, which had been sealed in it seemed. Well not completely sealed in, but bars and concrete covered the hole the train used to go through. Her eyes trailed over the floor. It was covered in blood, leading to where she stood. First it had come from her clothing then her skin. It was worse where she had lain. She pushed the thoughts aside and moved slowly over to her bag. She bent down lowly, and lifted it up. Glancing inside she sighed seeing her pants and her mother’s shirt and vest still inside. She pulled anything else out and tossed it to the ground. Student id, books, pencils, pens, notebooks, Sketchbooks, binder, and calculator landed on the ground. She grasped her cell phone, and kept one of her empty notebooks. Maybe she would need to write something down. Hell, if she survived this would be that story she always anted to write. She pulled her bag back over her shoulder, and turned her phone back on. She frowned as a faint static came to it. She looked up and took a deep breath before walking away. She needed to get out of here, and she really needed a first aid kit. They should have one in the main office or customer service.

[[Sorry it took forever. My computer wouldn't let me reply for the past couple days. Please forgive any spelling.]]

Jerkingly the lights hot back on and off. It almost gave a feel of an asylum. Reminding her of suffering and pain. Through the flashes she was able to watch the changes. It almost seemed the train was coming apart. Paint was peeling off and gathering on the floor. Behind was rusted, almost decaying metal, huge slabs missing. The ground was no better. Once the paint reached it, it too started changing. The metal ground appearing chain link, with pieces missing. Blood seemed to cling in random places. The jagged edges almost looked like they had torn off flesh. Her eyes moved around. The people. No they weren't people anymore. They were like what had fallen in her lap. She took a few deep breaths. 'Remain calm in your nightmares. The monsters come after you if you panic.' Hadn't that been what her mother said? And this had to be a nightmare. It sounded too much like mother's dreams. She jerked slightly when the chain link started to fall in. She could see the sparks from where it fell to the ground. Dragging along the track before being crushed under the metal wheels. A breeze started to drift through. She looked up and saw that the concrete walls were slowly fading. A fog or mist taking its place. It almost looked like smoke to her.

Her head jerked up when she heard an odd screeching. She glanced down to her phone. The lights where flashing and the noise was coming form it. Her eyes widened hearing a low moan. Slowly she brought her eyes. The creatures were moving. And toward her. The one she had pushed form her stood before her. It seemed to be starring at her. Almost like a wolf would the rabbit before it chomped its head off. She gulped. Her eyes shooting to the other side of the train. There were only one or two of those things. But... Her gaze drifted down. The giant gaping hole in the middle of the floor. She could see the tracks flying by, and the train was still picking up speed. Her eyes moved up again. She would be safer over there. She nodded and took a deep breath. She jumped across.

Her feet landed on one of the pipes sticking out. She swayed and jerked her hands out for balance. She almost fell backward, but grabbed onto a nearby pole, and kept her balance. As she went to move forward however, she was jerked back again. The creature had reached out it arm and hand grabbed the back of her blazer. Her bag flung off the shoulder, and landed near the giant hole. Her hand held tightly to the pole as it tried to pull her back to the other side, screeching all the way. She panted slightly from fear, or from strain of holding on she wasn't sure. Her eyes stayed on her bag to make sure it didn't fall off. It was slipping little by little. She couldn't lose it. It was important. She took a few deep breaths. The monsters on this side hadn't bothered with her yet. Her eyes turned back to the other side. They were all trying to help pull her over. More hands grasped onto the back of her shirt. Some even had the edge of her skirt. Her hand was slipping slightly, and she snarled slightly. Even for a dream... She didn't want to find out what would happen should she be caught. Her other hand jerked up, grabbing the pole. She tried to pull herself forward, but too many had a hold. She let out a sound similar to a sob. She was beginning to tire, and her bag was almost off the train. She took a deep breath, and slacked her hold slightly. She moved backward toward the monsters, before she jerked forward. The momentum worked. With the sound of ripping fabric she was free.

She falls to her hands and knees on the jagged chain link. She looked up and jerked herself forward. Her hand catching her bags strap as it slid off. She cradled it to her chest and gave a sigh of relief, which turned into a gasp. Her eyes locked upward on the monster above her. In it's hand was a sharp long piece of metal. It brought the piece down, and she rolled out of the way. The metal crashed into the ground, and locked in place. The creature let go and jumped after her. She dodged again, her bag flinging form her hand. The contents spilling out, but she couldn't bring her self to care. The creature was still lunging for her, screeching, and moaning. She dodged and moved around, but stumbled when the train jerked. The creature tackled her down. Sharp teeth filling her vision, and a horrible decaying scent filling her nose. Panic set in as she tried to push it off. Ever time it came off it was back on. Eventually she kicked at it and moved away. As she tried to stand it grabbed her ankle, pulling her back down. Her vision swam as her head smacked into one of the metal benches. Something glinted catching her eyes. She turned her head, as the creature pulled her toward it again. The athema. Its handle was sticking from her mother vest. Her eyes hardened, and she tried reaching for it. Her hand scraping against the chain link, and her nails catching and breaking. She jerked from the monsters grasp but it kept catching her. Eventually she was close enough, her hand brushing the handle, before the creature was back. With a final jerk she grabbed the blade, as she was jerked toward it.

She was jerked along the ground, and to the monster again. She reached up stabbing the creature in what had to be it face. As it let out a piercing wail, she saw the piece of metal sticking form the ground. With a kick, the creature went flying back, falling down. The piece of metal sliced through it. As it lay propped up, struggling, and screeching. Aysa took a moment to catch her breath. Then she crawled over, and brought the blade down. Again and again, until finally it was silent. She knelt there, blood splashed across the rest of her. Mainly her hands and face. She took a few shuddering breaths, her head bowed. Eventually she stood on shaky legs. She moved over, shoving her clothing back in the bag, but leaving the school supplies. She glanced sown at the blade and slid it in her knee-highs. She would rather have the blade on hand. Her head jerked up as the train sped up again, but there was this odd echoing sound. Like something falling form a huge drop. Her eyes widened at the sight. The train was diving straight off some kind of cliff.

She felt her head shake in disbelief. She shot to her feet, ignoring the creatures screeching on the other side of the train. Some trying to follow but falling down the hole, blood splattering. She ran over to a door trying to pry it over. She began to panic when it wouldn't move. She started breathing heavily. Her closed her eyes tightly, fists banging on the door. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die! She turned around looking for something. Her eyes feel on the gore covered creature and the piece of metal. She ran over and pulled the creature off, watching it fall in the hole, and hearing the sound of metal crushing meat and bone. She ignored it and wrapped her hand around the metal. She had to move it. She didn't want to die! She slowly moved the piece out, inch by inch. She didn't even feel the sharp edge slice into her palms, nor see the blood streaming down. Eventually she pulled it out. Without a second thought she spun around jamming it into the edges of the doors. She pulled the metal toward her, and with a loud screeching the doors slowly opened. When they opened all the way, she fell to her knees panting. Her hand finally releasing the metal, as it fell to the floor with a soft thud. Her eyes starred unseeingly at the slices along her palms. The crashing was closer now. She looked up. She was almost to the edge. She reached down grabbing her bag, and moved to the door. The wind whipped her hair and uniform. She starred out at the solid fog for a few moments, as the crashing was beside her. And with breathless laugh she jumped.