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got the job done with me too. There ain't no getting' away from Anthony Salvo, no way." Mickey claps his hands together, "Bravo Anthony, Bravo. You got both of us, and you got your payday, ain't that right Lou?"

"That's definitely right Mick, I was just tellin' Anthony the same thing." Lou gives Anthony a short applause as well.

Anthony attempted to get himself up, and reached for his knife from his inside pocket. He felt around, but there was nothing to grab in there. He remembered tossing the knife into the sewer when he killed the priest a few hours ago. He realized that this is not a dream, so waking up was not an option. He also knew that he must get off this train as soon as he could, any way he could. He put his hands on the train floor and started to push himself up. He got to his knees and then up onto his feet. He stared at the two men, and began to figure out his best exit attempt.

"You two guys are dead. I have had a long night and I might be in some kind of a dream where I can't get myself to wake up. I'm gonna change cars here, and when I do, I'm gonna figure out what the hell's going on. You two are still gonna be dead as dead when I get to the bottom of this."

Anthony turned away from the two men and walked towards the door connecting the cars. When he put his hands on the latch, he paused and took a very deep breath.

"Stress...it's only stress", he said to himself. Anthony lifted the latch and the blue train lights went completely dark. The latch stuck and he could not get it to budge. Anthony turned to where the two men were just talking to him. As he did, a pair of hands grabbed him around the throat and easily threw him back to the train floor.

The train car was completely dark, other than red light that trickled in from the windows. There were now ten or twelve people on the train car, all of them surrounded Anthony Salvo who lied on the floor helpless and trembling. The groups of zombie like people began to grab and claw at Anthony's legs and arms as he flailed. Anthony kicked and Anthony punched, all in an attempt to get away. Leading the charge was Lou Moretti who was brandishing a razor, exactly like the one he was murdered with. Lou straddled Anthony and sat on his chest. Mickey Deluca was holding Anthony's head by the chin exposing his throat to the group.

"No...no!" Anthony gurgled, "Let me go, let me....gaaaah"

Lou Moretti spun the razor in his fingers once, and then slid it along the throat of the great contract killer Anthony Salvo. In an instant of blinding pain Anthony lost all ability to make words and a series of wheezes and gasps came from his freshly aerated windpipe.

"Don't worry Anthony, you'll be just fine where you're going" Lou told the bloodied and spit ridden face of Anthony Salvo, "It's nice and hot and there's a lot more people that got some bones to pick with you."

Anthony, in agony, writhed and choked on his own blood knowing that he was not going to be saved from this encounter by the sweet sleep of death. Anthony knew he was not going to make it home this night. Anthony looked at all of the faces of his previous victims knowing well enough that this train ride would only take him to one place. A place where he would be haunted over and over again by the deeds that he had chosen to commit. Anthony Salvo was on a train to his own personal Hell.

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