[ WP ] It is common knowledge that killing someone adds their remaining lifespan to your own .

The elderly lady was standing on the grimy platform awaiting the train. It was apparent from her posture that she was frail, a closer look revealing her complexion to be littered with wrinkles. 
 
 I thought about the nameless people also on the platform. All leading lives with unique narratives, although none of them quite as unique as hers. 
 
 She would n't seem a valuable target for murder, given her aged appearance she would be of little worth, except to me. It's taken a year to track her down, a period of time which must feel like weeks to her now. 
 
 The thought of one more kill to outrun the cancer indefinitely infects my face with a manic smile. In the distance, the sound of a train crawling ever closer to the platform grows louder. This train wo n't be stopping. 
 
 If her life flashes before her eyes before she dies, it make for an invaluable blockbuster. I begin to walk over towards where she is standing, and position myself behind her, I'm five feet away from freedom. 
 
 I inhale slowly, observing the adrenaline rising inside me. I fantasize about the greatness i can achieve with her immortality and the relief of no longer watching strangers beg for mercy as i take their lives. 
 
 The train is seconds from bursting into the station, eager to reach it's final destination, i take a step towards her, raising my hands. 

