“Last call for the train to High Point.” A female’s voice spoke through the speakers. The voice echoed through the station.
Mike’s eyes were fixated on the man. The man was standing still in the swarms of humans rushing for the train. It was hard to see the man’s expression. He had sunglasses on, which was highly inappropriate since it was raining heavily outside, not to mention they were indoors.
“I’ve seen him before…” he thought.
As he drifted into his own thought trying to recall this man from his past, someone spoke behind him.
“If you’re not going to board the train,” A big chubby man glared at him as he rudely pushed Mike to the side, “then get out of the fucking way!”
He realised he had been blocking the way to the train door. Mike managed to mutter a ‘sorry’ to the line of people he had unintentionally build up but they only ignored him.
He waited patiently to board again, praying that he won’t be late. But he was always late. He had come to terms with that part of his life. His family, not so much. Can he even call them his family, anymore? They never invite him to family gatherings, they never celebrate birthdays together. But how could he complain?
It was his fault the divorce happened. He never tried. It was his fault his children didn’t know him and he didn’t know his children. He never tried to make the family work.
This was his fourth time in a row of being late. Late to pick up the children at High Point train station for his trimonthly visitation. He gets to see his children for the weekend, once every three months. He would’ve been more excited if the children didn’t hate him. But he tries. He has tried ever since the divorce. And today he tries again.
His eyes gazed once more towards the man in the coat. Something about him was familiar. Despite wearing the sunglasses, Mike felt the guy was watching him. From afar, he could see the man shaking his head in disapproval subtly.
Mike could’ve ignored the man and just board the train but he couldn’t take another step. Instead, he went after the man.
“Hey,” Mike called out the man in the coat. He got a few confused look from passengers.
“Door closing,” The female’s voice echoed through the speakers. It was followed by beeps to signal passengers to step away from the train doors.
Slowly, the man in the coat walked away. Taking a few steps back and then turning his back completely and walked into the roaring crowd rushing for the train.
“Hey!” Mike shouted again. “Wait!” He followed the man.
The doors close but Mike didn’t feel any regrets. The train rumbled and made its way to its destination.
He ran after the man through the hallways and stairs. At least that was what he thought. Along the way, people shout obscenities at him for causing such a racket. He reached the lobby, but he had lost him. His eyes dart swiftly looking for the man.
“It’s not your time,” He heard someone whispered in his right ear.
He abruptly turned around and saw no one even remotely near him to whisper that close.
“It couldn’t be him,” Mike thought, “No way.”
He stood there, baffled. After a few minutes, he finally recollected himself. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and made his way to the train schedule board. The next train was about 25 minutes. And that was when he heard a faint bang. The building then shook for almost a minute.
Everything was at a standstill. Every conversation was in halt. People stopped walking. It was like the earth paused for a moment. A crowd of people then emerged from the stairs leading to the basement where the trains were.
“What was that?” Mike heard someone ask.
“I don’t know,” Someone answered.
Some were crying, some were just pacing around. Some were talking on the phone. Some were just sitting in disbelief.
“There was a loud sound and I just ran.” Someone said.
“There was an explosion.” Another said. “Goddamn, those terrorists.”
Soon the police and firemen came and asked people to remain calm. Troops of police went down to the basement. After what seems like an eternity, a policeman came up and explained the situation.
It was the train. The train he was supposed to board had he not followed the man in the coat. The train came into collision with another train.
“It’s him.” Mike thought.
“It’s definitely him.”
Mike had only seen him in shifty conspiracy sites and Youtube videos that looked edited and pictures that looked photoshopped. A man who was dubbed as the Angel. People who had almost been involved in major accidents shared stories of this mysterious being warning them, saving them from death.
Mike’s phone rang. It was his ex-wife. He answered the call immediately without thinking.
“Mike? Thank God.” His ex-wife said as he said hello. He could hear the woman sobbing. She continued asking all kinds of questions and how she’s thankful he’s alive. Mike couldn’t catch what she was talking but heard an ‘I love you’ in midst of all those thing’s she said.
“I’m sorry. I’m late again,” Mike said, still in disbelief. His wife started crying harder and he broke down too. Confused and scared.
“It was the Angel,” Mike thought. “He saved me.”
This was a story I made up based on a prompt posted at a subreddit, which I can’t seem to find now. Reddit has an amazing sub where you can get amazing writing prompts. Head on over there!