Frightful Visions-Fearful Shadows, 1st installment

A gray mist had settled on the lower section of Manhattan as Daniel closed his Power Book and looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. Why did he decide to take the Tanaka account? To reach his clients, it was required that he stay up late, to reach them early in the morning. Tonight he was care free as they bought his bid to redo the line of shin enhancing lotion cream drink. His associates shut the lights and moved to an after hours joint on Rector. It was 4:30 when Daniel made his way to the W station. The offer was given for a cab to be split, but Daniel was nursing his last Harps in the jon and had missed them. He saw them drive away and he was left alone. The air was thick with silence. For downtown to be so loud and clamorous during working hours, after they all had gone, the decible level was excrutiatingly low. All he heard was his Rockports shuffling the loose gravel, and his liquor heavy breath struggling to maintain respiration.

He trained his eyes on the two globes glowing red at the top of the stairs. His legs were swollen as they bent, to lower himself down into the station. He could hear a train coming to a stop and he quickened his pace. He jiggled his keys around the mess of napkins and dollar bills to find his fare card. He had to swipe the card twice, and bruised his left thigh on the turnstile. He had missed the train. He peered down the tunnel and saw the two red lights on the last car slide uptown. He caught a glimpse of the tracks. He started to lean in, and stare.

Was it true what they said about the third rail? Swaying back and forth, he imagined himself falling on the grease stained metal. A crack from his ribs had knocked the wind out of him. A train quickly approached. First his fingers were split from his hand, then his thorax burst open as he was repeatedly struck by the wheels. He was divorced from pain as his brain trickled out of his ears, along with all ability to feel. Darkness surrounded him.
He got a grip and fell back on to the wall. He was sweating profusely. He had not fallen on the tracks, but his feet had a tingling in them, similar to the feeling of peering down from great heights.

His head swaying, he issued a Camel from his coat pocket and lit it. Absolutley no one to be seen. He felt a slight breeze coming from one of the tunnels, so he thought some train would be coming soon. He took a deep pull off of the cigarette, and exhaled imagining a bygone year, where a man could smoke where and when he wanted to. Just then he heard a plastic bottle slide across the platform on the downtown side. He looked and saw no one. He blinked very slowly and tilt his head. His eyes began to swivle in their sockets as he raised the Camel up again. The blue smoke burnt his eyes and he put his hand up to squeeze them. He opened them as a tear formed and saw something moving.

Not sure what it was, he smashed the smoke into the ground and threw it into the pit, where the tracks were laid. He stood up and brushed his pants off. There, across the platform was a man. He was of normal height, and a solid build that bordered on stout. His glossy visage had composure and he seemed to have purpose. His face was not the issue. This man was wearing nothing but a grease stained t-shirt. His testicles were dangling like a hairy broken muffler beneath his undercarriage. No shoes, no watch, no hat. Just a large t-shirt. The man began to laugh, then he farted. Daniel's brow came to a crunch in the middle of his face. He bent forward to begin purging himself. He lost balance and fell head first onto the tracks. He rolled over to pick himself up but lost control of his hand. It slipped on something and his chin came crunching down on metal. Daniel was dazed, lost in a swril. He looked up and saw the man.

The t-shirt with man inside begun to lower itself onto the tracks. He crawled delicatley over the tracks onto the side where Daniel was. On all fours he began to go through Daniels pockets. Just then they both looked up. The W. The man lept out of the tracks, as a piercing screech blazed from the oncoming train. Daniel rolled over once again. He had never seen such a frightful vision, such a fearful shadow.