The station platform was busy as Louis and I sat, wrapped up tight against the bitter cold wind that buffeted the station house, causing the windows to rattle. We'd both dressed up, covered our hair, disguised ourselves. A thick scarf was wrapped round my neck and mouth, as if I was trying to keep my face warm. Really I was hiding the scars Jeff had left behind.

As we sat on the bench, trying to look casual, my mind raced to the days previous. From when Jeff had appeared at the end of the road (surprisingly alive after our last encounter), it had been a tough battle, Louis and I trying to block off the entrances to the house, all the while grabbing stuff, all we could and evading him, taking off in the car. I'd told Louis what'd happened before, and he said it was best to get out of town, out of state if possible. As we raced down the freeway, we called the police and they sent out a car to tail us.

Now we were at the station, waiting for our train that still had twenty minutes to go. It would take us out of state to Louis' holiday home that he occasionally stayed at, hidden deep within the woodland. When he'd showed me a picture on his phone, my heart instantly warmed at the sight of the little tumbledown cottage, covered in ivy and surrounded by natural wildlife. It seemed to radiate safety. I was excited and anxious to get there. Since arriving at the station, there'd been no sign of Jeff at all. And that worried me, big time.

I shivered against the wind.

"You alright?" Louis asked, his hand lightly resting on my knee in a reassuring manner.

"Probably not," I replied gloomily, the image of the cottage beginning to fade, the cold barren views of the station and occasional drifts on snow replacing it. I'd never really been one for cold weather, and it had taken a very sudden turn.

"Train will be here soon," He soothed, "Then we can get away from here. Get somewhere safe," He scooted over, his arm round my tight shoulders. This gesture was so soft and sweet that I couldn't help but lean into him. He always knew how to cheer me up, how to comfort me… I needed his comfort right then.

"I gotta use the bathroom. You stay right here, okay?" he leaned in and whispered, "I'll only be a second. I've got my phone if you need anything. Just act like your some randomer waiting for a train, okay?" I nodded and he squeezed my shoulder, placing a little peck upon the exposed part of my cheek. Then he got up, stretched, and walked back towards the station, going through the door that led into the Men's room. I suddenly felt very alone.

The once-light flurries of snow began to pick up, turning into a swirling mass of fury. I pulled my canvas coat around me tighter, trying my hardest to conserve some of my body heat. To pass the time, I tried catching a few of the snowflakes in my gloveless hands, but that just resulted with my fingers going numb. I sunk them back into my pockets once more and looked around at the other people on the platform. They milled about, some jogging back into the station house and coffee shop for cover, some taking advantage of the situation and picking up handfuls of the snow, scrubbing their friends faces. I scanned the platform for anything suspicious and it came back clear, until my eyes fell on the next bench along, about fifteen feet away. There, a tall man sat, covered up in a long black coat, with a dark wool hat on and a dark scarf wrapped around his neck and mouth, in a fashion similar to my own. In fact, most of his face was covered. I couldn't see his eyes. They were shrouded by a frizzy mass of black hair. To a passer-by, this man would've looked maybe a little strange but not entirely out of the ordinary. But I knew better.

As dread began to pool into my heart, I turned back to the dull white view, keeping an eye on the man out of the corner of my eye. He didn't seem to notice me.

"You okay?" Louis appeared, sitting down next to me again.

"Louis," I hissed, trying to keep my voice level and calm, but low so only he could hear, "You see the guy on the next bench along?"

Louis subtly looked up, spotted the man, then returned his attention to me, "Yeah."

"He gives me the creeps. I just…" I wiped at my face, "I can't help feeling it's him…"

"It's okay, don't worry. We'll just keep our eyes on him. Just try to act casual okay? Maybe he'll go away,"

I nodded and tried to refocus on the wait for the train. It was only a few minutes away…

I turned to look around once more, trying to look casual, maybe a little bored, like an everyday person. My eye caught the man again. Except this time…as my gaze fell onto his half-hidden face, his head turned, his eyes meeting mine…

I could've screamed out loud. The man's eyes were hard and staring, rimmed with black, never blinking. Under his scarf I could see his face contort into a smile.

Shit.

I turned away quickly, whispering urgently to Louis, "Louis! It's him! He's seen us!"

"Wha-" he turned himself to look at Jeff, who had now stood up, his gaze intently looking in our direction. Louis pulled me to my feet, forcing me behind him.

"Elin, run!"

"No! I'm not leaving you!"

"Just go for fuck's sake!"

The train was fast approaching, audible as it thundered along the track to meet us. Jeff too was approaching. Passers-by looked at us strangely; others were just focussed on the train. Jeff was almost upon us now.

"Well well well," he hissed, "Looks like hide and seek is over,"

"Get away!" Louis thrashed out at him.

"No, don't!" I tried to grab him but my fingers missed. Jeff got a hold of Louis clenched fist, yanked him forward and threw him off the edge of the platform. He landed with a painful THUNK on the tracks.

"Louis!" I scrabbled, trying to climb down and get him up before the train got there. Jeff grabbed the collar of my coat and tossed me back onto the platform with ease. The cops that'd been tailing us rushed out form their hiding places around the side of the station house, pistols levelled at Jeff, who just turned to smirk, raising his hands in surrender. Both cops stepped forward to arrest him, when he ripped his knife from his pocket as quick as a flash and sunk it into the first cop's chest, then slashed across the second cop's throat. Blood sprayed everywhere, and people ran screaming.

I crawled to the edge of the platform, to see Louis trying to get up. He was hurt bad and too slow. The train flew into the station. I only just managed to scrabble away from the edge of the platform ad get up onto my knees, "LOUIS!"

He turned fearfully to the oncoming train, but before he could react, there was a sickening wet slap as the train hit him full force. I screamed, as Jeff's hand gripped my throat, yanking me to my feet, as he laughed maniacally.

"YOU SICK TWISTED FUCK," I yelled, spinning round in my anger and sorrow, catching him in the face with my fist. He yelped and let go, allowing me to scramble away. More police were flooding the station now, dozens of units. I sprinted through the station house out onto the parking lot to find several cars waiting there. A relatively tubby copper called me over. I ran to him. He sheltered me and helped me into the front passenger seat of the cruiser.

"Hey, hey," he tried to calm me. I found I was crying and shaking uncontrollably, "Listen. I'm gonna get you out of here. I'm gonna drive you out of state and get you away from here."

"Why?!"

"I can't take you home in case he has any allies that may be waiting for you. We can't afford to take that chance," he helped me to put on the seatbelt.

"Don't worry Miss Waters, you're safe now," he reassured.

"But Louis…" I wept.

He looked sad, "I know. I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but I need you to stay strong for me, okay?"

I nodded.

He shut the door, said something to some of the other cops and dashed quickly round to the driver's side. Starting the car, he turned out of the lot and onto the main road, away from the mess at the station.