The rain came down hard, just like it always did on Bleaker Street. Torrents of rain flooded the roads while the wind pushed it to waves. Clouds blotted out the sun like a thick gray blanket; somewhere in the distance thunder shuddered the windows of this unwelcoming street.

In the middle of Bleaker Street sat one lone bus stop with one short bench. Its schedule was very stringent. The first tran...

It starts with a drop; like dye in water, it spreads. First deliberately and powerful, clouding all vision as it’s tendrils spread to every facet of its vessel. After a time, though, it settles. Clarity returns, a false veneer of cleanliness. A return to normalcy that fools those who did not witness the original poisoning. A lie.

It waits, patiently, until it’s presence is forgotten by the outsid...