Hijack and death on a train

Hörde för en stund sedan ett tåg fara förbi, det lät verkligen sådär riktigt spöklikt så att man ryser till i hela kroppen. Inte så ovanligt fick jag genast inspiration till värsta slaktarscenen på ett tåg som passerar bergen till skogen Mors där Amaranth Xeranthes och hans gäng lever. Det är vinter och de kapar natt-tåget på jakt efter mat.
Här kommer ett väldigt fult och inte alls redigerat utdrag av det jag skrivit. Imorgon blir det mer detaljerat och mer blod men nu ska jag sova.

A beautiful doll-like girl with long blonde hair sat in the seat closest to the pack with her back towards them, being accompanied by what seemed to be her older brother. Amaranth put his bandaged hand on her hair, gently combing it with his mucky fingers. The girl frooze as she felt his touch. He took a step closer to get a better look of her face.
”What a pretty little lady.” He said, letting his finger stroll down her jawline. She had her eyes kept on the floor not daring to look at him. He smiled at her and squatted.
”Won't you let me look at your eyes.” He gently stroke her pale cheek with the back of his hand. She didn't answer him. Instead her brother stood up and shooted:
”Don't you dare lay your hands on my sister!”
Amaranth didn't bother to react but his packmembers did. Jaxon grabbed the young man from behind while Lunar jumped up on the table infront of him.
Amaranth made a low chuckle.
”Just let me see those eyes, won't you.” He begged. ”I don't bite.”
”Don't listen to him Yasmine.” Her brother screamed. Jaxon tightened his grip around the brothers arms to show him who was in command.
The girl slowly looked up at him, her big blue eyes flickered from side to side without looking into his. He tilted his head to the side so that his ponytale fell on his shoulder. For a second it seemed like he drowned in the sea in her eyes.
”I want her.” He whispered, still with his eyes fixed on her. ”She is the one.”
Her brother gasped.
”I said, don't touch her!”.
”Jaxon, just shut him up.” Amaranth said rolling his eyes.
The large man grabbed the brothers head and pulled it hard to one side. It made a cracking sound as the neck broke.
The girls hands began shaking, then tears slowly streamed from her eyes, one by one they rolled down her cheeks.
”Oh, no don't cry. Please stop.” He whispered with slight panic in his voice. He put his hand under her cheek to lift up her head. Their eyes met for a short moment. ”You didn't need him anyway love. I'll be gentle to you.”