The evening train was late. The temperature was dropping but at least the sky stayed clear. The next rain would take him away. Far away from the problems and from the memories, this train would deliver him. With his one unbruised eye, his head turned to look down the tracks and finally saw the single headlight of the approaching train. Surely, a new place and new people would help him survive this most unfortunate time. A single police car siren could be heard in the distance, the sound possibly getting closer.
This train would save him. Still shirtless, he was aware of the rips in his latex and silicone skin, and tried to cover the flap on his left arm. But that single red laser-light eye, as well as his obsession with sex, was sure to get Hugh in trouble.
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THE END