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The Midnight Train
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The Midnight Train has been around for as long as you could remember and maybe, even before that. As its name entails, the train slows to a stop at exactly 12:00 am,
bringing on a slew of newcomers. Each one is without a face, their features covered by a black mask as dark as night. They trickle out of the train and travel down into the subway where they are never seen again. Most civilians pay the train no mind, until a group of adrenaline junkies sparked a trend that would spread fear throughout the city.
Groups of people ranging from all ages began to take the train, only to end up vanishing indefinitely. Families became distraught and cautions were placed against the newly deemed 'Midnight Travel'. And yet, the disappearances continue to occur.
And tonight, as the clock strikes 12, you return to the city you left. On your face, you bear a black mask and in your heart, an inking strand of despair settles. For the price paid for boarding the Midnight Train has never been returned to its people.
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Clark was a coward. He didn’t know what form of torture or reason allowed him to enter the train. His memory was foggy, save for the idle quietness of his childhood, cooped up in his house because he hated going out. Hated talking to others with his dreaded stutter that everyone seemed not to mind. Everyone but him. And yet on this evening, Clark returned to the station he left. He doesn’t remember how long he’s been gone or why a mask of black has been painted over his face, covering his features save his eyes and mouth.
He does not recognize the station he has stepped into. It was not the one he used to leave. This one was older, with the lights dimmer and colder. The floor dirty from use and utterly abandoned. The placed reeked of fear and forgotten people and forgotten memories.
Clark’s senses were heightened, the lighta blinding him more than they usually did and the sound of the city echoing in his ear. Loud, so loud and yet so alone. This was his stop, he knew at least that. Yet he could not speculate why he was suddenly ejected to this place.
Why it was so quiet and abandoned, lost in the fog of his blurry memories. Something only urged him to move on and leave it behind him. Cast it away. But first, to gain his surroundings..
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Clark has chosen. Voting has closed.
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