What do you see when you look behind you? Nothing. And when you look in front of you? Even less.
He boy was only 12, on a train ride to his Grandparents house in Manchester. He was alone, and for good reason, his parents were very busy with work and he was a grown boy, he could handle being alone right?
And he was safe, until the sun was long set and the passenger were long asleep. He was finishing diner, it was only him, the chef, and a rather handsome young man.
The man was a strapping young fellow, wearing a grey suit, hair slicked back, and rather small teeth. A business man he looked like, possibly on his way to sell England with ammo or needed supplies for the War. He had a nice smile but was strangely only looking at his pocket watch the entire time. Perhaps he had an important meeting.
The boy had finished his meal and went off to go rest in his trolley for the night, but he didn't know where he was going. At some point, he wondered to the very end of the train and sighed as he had to go all the way back. But as he tried to leave, the door was locked. He was trapped in there.
The man then came out off what seemed to be thin air and grabbed the boy. He tied him up and started to talk to him.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked,
"what does it look like? I'm about to eat you." Said the man, he then proceeded to open his suitcase, and pulled out what seemed to be tools, a hammer, a saw, and a mallet. These tools looked to be very clean and in good condition, he had been taking care of them.
"Are you going to eat my bones and skull too?"
"No, too hard to eat, i just go after the leg meat and arms, I don't eat everything. What do you think I am a monster.?"
"Why don't you just let me go? I just want to see my Grandparents in Manchester, please don't kill me."
"But there's the thing, 1 I'm hungry. And 2 why don't you want me too kill you? Whether you die a pointless death somewhere in a hospital bed or eaten by a cannibal, you die right? I'm giving your life a purpose, your going to be my food. you should be thanking me. Now look, i'm going to wait for you to go to sleep, and then i'll kill and eat you, no pain there."
The man was right, what was the point of living another day to eventually die a meaningless death? Why not accept the death being given to him now? The boy had started to accept his death.
Then he realized something, the chain to stop the train was right next to him, he immediately pulled it and stopped the train. Having everyone run to the cart, where the chain had been pulled.
"You fool! You could have had a perfectly fine death, but you'd rather live another pointless day right?!" Was the last words the boy heard before the cannibal jumped off the train and ran off.
The boy had lived that day, but he knew that death was always inevitable. Perhaps he should have had a meaningful death then and there.
