• It was an early, crisp, November evening. A thick fog was beginng to form upon the bleak streets of London, but they didn't care; this evening went on like many others, many sped home in their cars, others dashed down the crowded paths desperate to dive into the comforting warmth of a happy home; but for the majority who renmained underground amongst the vile odours and icy air; this evening was not as typical as the ones before.

    'Who is she mummy?' the four year old tugged upon her mother's cotton coat; as she whispered into her daughter's left ear and etched away toward the platform a dark figure emerged from the shadows. Though petite in stature she seemed to be constantly ducking from an invisible force above her, dark hair shimmered under the floresence, and a pale complexion fed from the moon beginning to emerge through the glass above; as she turned to face the east wall a distinct feature seperated her from the rest of us; her eyes. Their emerald glow spun around the room in frantic desperation. As she stumbled toward the edge of the platform individuals fled from her view, eager to avoid her sinister intentions. 'Mummy, mummy!' the child's cry rang through the tunnel.
    The figure turned to face her and spoke 'Fear them not me my child, for it is those broken creatures who shall dominante this earth; not I, flee before the blood runs into the rivers...' and as her eyes flickered to glare at me her enrtire body crumbled to the ground...