Re: I have a dream. (and MAN was it wierd!)
The men seated across from me in the booth tried to be reassuring. The bald one did all the talking. "We'll take care of everything," he said, among other things. "All you have to do is this one favor for us." I just nodded and wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. I didn't want to say anything. Inside I was freaking out, and if I opened my mouth, I didn't know what would come out.
Without a word I stood up and walked out. As I left the train car I settled down a bit. At least now I had a course of action. Just follow the plan. I headed across the trainyard and found the car I was looking for.
Inside I met up with a handful of my coworkers. This was a run of the mill commuter train car with booths and tables, much like the one I'd just left, only more dimly lit. We chatted for a bit, and I was able to pretend a little that everything was fine and normal, just another business trip like any other. Eventually, some of them headed to the bar in the adjacent car, and I was left alone with the one engineer that the bald man had talked about.
It had to be now. I drew my sword from under my jacket. "I'm sorry, I have to do this," I think I said. Bewildered, he said nothing, just drew his sword. He was good, but he still couldn't believe what was happening, and so he didn't put up much of a fight. I stepped inside his swing, right up against him, and stuck my sword up into his ribcage. There was resistance, but I pushed firmly, and sank the sword right up to the hilt.
There wasn't much blood, at least not that I could see in the dim train car. He sat down heavily, then lay down on the bench, still wearing that same unbelieving expression. The sword was still stuck through his torso. He spoke quietly, telling me about all the things that would have to be done to finish up the projects he was working on, as though I weren't the one who'd just killed him. He took out his passport and some other papers and laid them on the table. Then he closed his eyes and stopped moving.
I took the papers and headed into the other train car with the others. They didn't ask me where the engineer was, and probably assumed he'd be along in a bit. Ironically there was a pair of uniformed police officers here too. Numbly, I pushed past them and sat at the bar, putting the passport and paperwork on it. One of them was the restaurant bill, so I handed the bartender my credit card. I don't remember if he gave it back to me. I suddenly realized that leaving my victim's passport out in plain sight was probably not the smartest thing to do.
I picked it up and left the train, half stumbling in shock. I'd just killed a man, a good coworker, a friend of sorts, and for what? Vague promises from a bald stranger in a train. I walked on down the middle of the dark, wet road. Why did I kill him?