The TombStone 31 Express |The Macabre Menagarie Part 3| -Prototype-

The Game was Nearing a Conclusion when a Pretty Young Lass Passed by them taking them out of their Focus on the Cards as they Watched Her Walk by with Mild but Awoken Interest. 

"Hey Gerald. Look at that Fine French Piece of Art.... She Beautiful!"

"You Say that about all the French Girls we Met while we Were Marching along or when we are Off Duty and Away from the Trenches. "

"But I mean it! This Girl is Different from all the others....She is even Wearing some sort of Strange Clothing but it still Shows all the Right "Curves" and "Angles"..."

"Hey! Remember what our Commanding Officer Ordered! No Fraternization with any more of the French Women!"

"Oh Come on Gerald! You were Staring at the Same "Places" I was so cut the Cr##!" 

"Thomas. Listen to me.... if we Disobey Orders then we are most likely to be Court-Martialed and Imprisoned."

"HMMM! Seems Worth the Risk and Better than Waiting for that Damn Whistle to Blow and Lead us to our Deaths Above the Trenches and Across that Desolate No-Man's Land and Die at the Hands of those Damn Huns!"

"I Understand but we Must Follow Orders if not for our Commanding Officer then at least for Mum back Home waiting for us."

Thomas sighed and laid a Card down on the Table.

"Your Move."

Gerald made a Sad Smile then looked back at the Cards in his Hands.

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She looked at the Stranger in the Corner then Pretended that She was looking out of the Window next to the Stranger before Returning Her Eyes to the Newspaper Laid across her Lap. The Newspaper was Opened to one Specific Page and Headline but Even as She Read it, She could not and Refused to Believe it.  A Young Girl Suddenly Passed by Attracting Her Attention.  She looked Beautiful despite the Strange Clothing She Wore and Her Hair was a Odd Color that Reminded the Woman of a Precious Metal. If the HeadLine was Truly Accurate then this Beautiful Young Girl who looked like she had never had to deal with the Struggles of Poverty and the Advances of Lecherous Men that She Herself had to Sell Herself and Her Body to was Lucky. But if the HeadLine was False and the Man known as Jack was Still Prowling the Darkened Streets then the Beauty of this Young Girl would Vanish and be Replace by Skin Horribly Carved and Mutilated as Her Body would then be Left on the Dirty Streets Laying in a Puddle of Mud and Sh** as well as Her own Blood and Spilling Entrails to be Found by the Constables that Night. She Prayed that the HeadLine was True and that the Stalker who had Murdered the Women of White Chapel was Truly Dead and Rotting. But even as She Prayed and Hoped, She Could not Help Herself as She turned to look at all the Men in the Train Car Wondering in Silent Fear if one of them was Jack just Waiting for the Time where She and Perhaps that Young Girl to be Alone so he Could have his way with the both of them and Rip into them. She began to Shake and Sob quietly as the Unconscious Image of Jack leered at her and Twirled a Bleeding Knife around his Fingers. 

She Prayed and Hoped the Headline was True.

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The Woman looked his Way again but kept Pretending to be looking out the Window beside Him. At first He thought She was "Interested" in Him and was making Sensual Glances His way but when he Looked Closer at the Woman's Face, He saw that it was Pale with Fear and Paranoia and He also Noticed that She looked at Him and the other Men who were on this Specific Train Car with the Same Mistrust and Fear. He Wondered Who or what could have put that much Fear into a Woman even a Woman who was a Prositute because of all the Prositutes He had Shared a Bed with  in the Upper Rooms of all the Saloons He Visited, They were Fierce and never let no Man Abuse them Physically or Verbally. He Remembered some of the Men who were Foolish enough to Try to have their way with some of the Prositutes he had met and Ended up having a Bullet enter their Stomachs or much more Crueler but much Deserved...two Bullets in their Crotch. He even helped Deliver some of the Punishment Earning him a Free Night every time he Visited and that was with any Woman he chose because  He had Earned their Respect and Trust and all of their Womanly "Gifts". He looked at the Woman who Once more Stared Behind her as if Some Monster was Creeping up on Her then Noticed a Young Girl who Walked by looking at Each of the "Passengers" with Curiosity in her Eyes and when She looked at Him, He Stared back at Her Placing His two hands on the Butt of His Pistols. He did this not as a Threat to her but almost an "Invitation" saying to Her without Speaking that He had the Pistols to Protect Her if She needed Him to do so and that he also had the "Gun" to Pleasure Her if She Desired. But She did not Spare Him a Second Glance and Walked on. He Stared after Her then went back to looking at the Woman of Paranoia and Fear of a Unknown Man. His Life was one of making Women Safe and Pleasured  because for most Cowboys where he Came from that was just another part of their Life that came with Herding Cattle and Protecting them or the Towns People from the Various Outlaws and Injuns. He caught the Woman looking his Way again and Sighed. Whoever had put that much Fear and Terror into Her better Hoped that they will never Cross his path or they will have to Deal with Him and His Pistols that He Trained with Every Night and Day becoming Ever more Quicker and Deadly with every Duel he had Fought and Survived. 

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They Hummed to themselves and even though it looked like they Paid the Girl who Passed them by no Attention, their Eyes followed Her even when they were Staring Straight ahead as She Passed. She looked Strange to them but they Didn't Really care for the "Matron" Promised them a new Toy...A Doll and that all they Saw as this Girl passed by. Oh they Couldn't wait to Sneak up and Grab onto their new Toy and have their Playtime for they have had so long to Wait for their Playtime to Start up again after that Stupid little Bird Flew in from the Window....Damn whoever Opened that Window and Caused their Playtime to be Ruined. They Raged within but showed nothing on the Outside but Childish Smiles and Hidden Madness in the Glint of their Eyes. Yes Yes Yes Soon Soon Soon... They Crooned to themselves Silently as they watched the "Doll" wander off.... When the Time was Right....PlayTime will Return and they will thank the "Matron" for their New Toy....

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She Walked on almost to the Door leading to the Next Train Car when the Twins Started to Sing to themselves

Dolly Dolly 

Don't Leave Us For Long

For Playtime is About to Come Around Again

And No Open Window and No Bird Shall Stop our Playtime This Time

And When you Here with Us as We have our Fun you Shall Be Loved and Consumed