Thread: Flow below the Surface (darkangel76 & Frelance)

Allie threw on her jacket, a broad smile playing upon her lips. It was beyond late and her shift had finally ended. She was one of the few who actually didn't mind working later at night until the coffee shop closed. Most just complained, whining and wanting to work either mornings or afternoons. But not Allie. No. She enjoyed working until close. The people who came in tended to keep to themselves as opposed to those who showed up during the day. Being a bit introverted sort, she preferred the quieter customers. It had been a long evening, however. And Allie was more than ready to head home. She knew she'd crash the moment her head hit the pillow, the thought a comforting one as she grabbed her bag and walked out the door, locking it behind herself. The air was cool against her skin, caressing it like velvet as she took in a long, deep breath. Allie let out a sigh as she exhaled, her legs beginning to move and allowing her to begin her walk to the nearby subway station. It wasn't overly far, perhaps a few blocks or so. Despite the silence of night, she new the underground would be safe enough. She'd been taking the same train for a couple of years now at the same time nearly every day. Not once had she ever had trouble find her. A street light sputtered as Allie approached the entrance leading down into the tunnels below the streets. She quirked a brow, wondering if there was something wrong with the lamp itself or the power allowing it light up. Suddenly, the light went out completely. She gasped audibly, her body jumping a bit as a wave of nerves washed over her. Heart racing, she chuckled nervously to herself and began the descent into the subway tunnels. As Allie made her way down the cold, hard steps, loud noises began to bounce off the walls all around her. Smashes. Crashes. Glass breaking, metal scraping. What the... Allie mumbled to herself, her hands beginning to shake. Just then, she reached into her pocket to grab her cell phone. When she took it out, she let out a soft groan, Damnit. The thing was dead. Contemplating what to do, Allie knew deep down that she should probably just turn around. Find a pay phone. Call a cab. That was the smart thing to do. But then, why didn't she just up and do that? She was glued to the spot, her body frozen as her brain told her to move, to back away. But her curiosity! Oh, it was a powerful thing, beckoning her forward to see what was happening in the depths below. Shit, Allie finally muttered as she resumed her descent into the subway tunnels. When Allie reached the bottom, she let out a scream. She huddled on the floor against the concrete wall as she watched the slaughter occurring right there before her very eyes. What the hell was happening? A gang war? Criminals on the run? Whatever it was, she found herself wishing she'd turned around. So stupid! Instead, Allie found herself on the outskirts of a brutal battle between men where it was apparent their intent was to kill those opposing them. Terrified, clutching her knees to her chest, she suddenly felt tears rolling down along her cheeks. Finally, everything went silent and only one man was left standing. Blinking, she looked up, her eyes taking in the sight of the man who stood before her. Oh god, Allie whispered. Allie recognized the man, had seen him several times over. He'd often come to the coffee shop she worked at. Always sitting in the same booth. No other waitress had ever served him save herself and now, here he was. Looming above dead bodies and twisted metal. Gasping, she got up and made to dart back up the stone steps. As she did so, her legs wobbled, her knees weak from what she'd just witnessed. Oh, her stomach felt ill and her hands! They wouldn't stop shaking. Just then, she tripped up the steps and slid back down, a tiny yelp escaping her lips as she fell.