They Carried Him Away

I saw a kidnapping today. It scared the shit out of me. I mean, you see it all the time on the news but this was so different. This was happening ten feet away from me.

I was at the train station waiting for train to work. There was about six of us waiting underground. We were shivering because you dress for the insane heat outside but they have the air conditioners cranked up to arctic temperatures. We were all standing apart from another trying not to make eye contact.

I saw the women first. There were four of them and they were wearing red leather jackets and ragged blue jeans. Their leader had a short purple mohawk on her other bald head. The other three girls were bald. I say girls because they all had those skinny bodies that only teenagers possessed. Their jackets were open to reveal small bras holding smaller breasts.

The leader though, she was something different. I think she was their age but her eyes were so much older. They were brown and when they looked at me, I could feel the anger radiating off them. She had a metal stud in her nose that looked like a little spike. Her bottom lip was bruised like she had just been punched. When she looked at me, she licked her swollen lip.

She walked past me, her head turning to look at me. She narrowed her eyes, looking for something in me that I didn't have. As she walked by I saw some sort of patch on her jacket shoulder. It looked like black unicorn, rising up on it'ss back two legs.

They walked past me and straight to a guy who was ten feet down the platform. They didn't say anything as the leader walked up to behind the man. He looked away and she pulled her hand out of her jacket. She was carrying metal rod about eight inches long. She hit him in the back of the head. The sound of it hitting his head echoed in the quite station.

The guy went down. The other three girls started kicking the shit out of him. The tips of their boots flashed silver as they kicked him. The guy kept trying to stand and they would just kick him back down. Part of me wished he would stay down and maybe they would stop kicking him.

Their leader just watched. For that matter, so did everyone else. I think we were too shocked. Either that or just too afraid.

The leader snapped her fingers and the kicking stopped. They reached down and started ripping his clothes. They dismantled his shirt and pants like he was an animal that they were skinning. With each strip of cloth they ripped off, one of them would use the strip to restrain the poor guy. They bound his hands behind his back, they secured his ankles to his knees and they used his socks to gag him.

Once he was trussed up, the three girls picked their prey up like he was an over sized suitcase. I was a little curious how they were going to go up the stairs and through the pedestrian exit. Instead of going that way, they headed to one of the dozen doors I see every day in the train stations. It was marked with those fearsome red letters that warned that only authorized people were allowed in but the gang just opened it and entered some sort of dark hallway. I was taken by calmly they did it, like that was what those off limit doors were for.

The train arrived a minute later. I got in it and it was only when I sat down that I realized I was shaking. Who were those girls? What did they do with their victim? Why did their leader choose him?

Why didn't she choose me?