The train bumped along it's tracks, Abel sitting upon one of it's brightly colored plastic seats as he looked out the window. It was scratched to hell and back by keys and whatnot. Despite the discomfort of the seat and the shitty view of flat opened houses with steam coming up from vents, drifting languidly into the atmosphere as the sun struggled to crawl upon the buildings, Abel didn't quite mind. It was all so industrial to him, and the blond found he sort of... liked it after all.
Either way it saved him gas money, college ID's giving him a free ride on public transportation, and he couldn't put that down if the weather was decent.
There must have been billions of germs upon the window, but exhausted from a day of classes and work Abel let out a sigh and rested his head against the glass.His reflection was scratched and nicked, the young mans eyes trying to ignore the imperfections and screeching wheels in favor for the urban sunset, but it was to no avail. Leaning back and sitting up, Abel scrounged through his backpack to unearth his years old iPod and relatively new earphones. Plugging them in, Abel clung to his backpack and closed his eyes, knowing the car was relatively empty and that nobody would bother him.
His stop was only a few minutes away, and before the fourth song could even finish the doors opened with a small, pleasant chime, and hauling his backpack over one shoulder Abel exited the train and walked down the trash-littered stairs.
Roaches and rats crawled nearby but remained unseen by the untrained eye, police sirens sounded in the distance only to drown out as they got further and further away, their echo too weak to bounce off the brick and concrete houses. The stars shimmer behind the pollution of light spread all around, clouding the naked eye and turning the sky a menacing black... One that extended to the shadows, where a figure steps out.
He reaches and pulls Abel back by his backpack.
The blond gasped and stumbled back as his headphones were ripped off, iPod stolen and backpack thrown askew, but still someone grabs Abel from behind and presses a knife to his throat. He is trembling and unsure, but the young man is threatened and frightened nonetheless as the shining blade presses into his skin, hands going clammy. He know's it's his wallet the thief wants, but he wouldn't give in so easily, suddenly grabbing the strangers arm and struggling to pull the knife from his throat.
