[ WP ] A calculated killer approaches his goal ...

The man wiped his brow and steadied his breathing, he observed the bodies to his left, and the mangled remains of those to his right. He crawled towards a table upon which a broken corpse lay, and to the window he crept slowly and pressed his face to the glass. At first he enjoyed the cool against his burning cheeks but then he retreated slightly and began to observe his countryside, enjoying that millisecond-or-so of focus that his sight would allow before his vista scrambled away and tore from vision. The train was building in speed. The ambling journey had become chaotic; a torment, metal-on-metal, screeching and howling and tearing through the pastoral calm outside- and he knew it now- time was ebbing away as the skyline of a city he had never stepped foot in grew larger and more bustling, unknowing to what approached. A body on the floor stirred and groaned slightly and the man removed himself from the window and shot that body dead again, and a certain still was met in the cabin of the train once more. 
 
 This man was mad- born of no solid belief, and encouraged only by that voice in his head- he grinned at how that sweet-ol' lady off 5th street helped carry the explosives to his truck. *Was that compassion? * - thought the man. 
 
''Nah'' - he said to the corpse as it rattled one long, final gasp,''Some men are just crazy''. 
 
 The city was in full view, only framed now by the edges of a countryside where graffiti crept onto the walls and the wildlife dared not creep. Through a tunnel, mechanical-nothings flashed by, and maybe a light or two, of varying colors and a blurred sign here and there. It was time. 
 
 *Should I? * - thought the man, his lip curling at the edge into something sinister. He did n't answer, it was rhetorical, it was *always* rhetorical. People- hundreds of them, waited for a train that would not stop- timing now was key and the man was cold, impeccable, efficient. 
 
 *Bang*.
