Ghost looked back at him with eyes as wide as saucers. He quietly prayed that Ricky's recovery hadn't woken what they'd stumbled upon...

Inside the finally train car, there were a series of cabinets with glass doors along the walls. They were filled with baby dolls, all adorned with frilly clothing and hand painted faces. More dolls ran along the tops of the cupboards and sat propped up on the floor. There must've been hundreds. That wasn't the part that shocked and stunned Ghost.

At the end of the cart, a mattress sat on top of a handcrafted wooden frame that raised it a few feet off the ground. The unit fit very snugly between the walls of the train. Laid on it so delicately, almost like a prize on a pedestal, was a figure of a human. From this far away, they couldn't tell gender and only saw the black hair on the back of it's head. A sheet with a floral pattern and an inch of silk along the perimeter was draped over the sleeping being.

Ghost hesitantly turned back, prepared to rush the Hell out of here. He was taken off guard by Ricky pushing him further into the train car with even more urgency in his eyes. Not wanting to wake the sleeping figure, he didn't dare question Ricky allowed, but he was damn near at a loss for his actions. That was, until his eyes landed behind the shorter.

A menacing figure stood in the shadows of the train car in front of them. Through the shadows produced by the lighting behind it, they couldn't make out a face or features. Ricky rushed to close the door between them. He figured, even if that thing woke up, it couldn't be nearly as bad as the glowing eyes staring them down. Unfortunately, he never made it to the door.

Ricky released an agonizing scream and crumbled to the floor. It had happened so quick, he didn't even see it coming. Not until after he'd felt the pain and hit the ground did he see the small knife now lodged in his thigh. The blade burrowed deep into his muscle, tearing deeper if he dared to move even an inch. His blood seeped out rapidly, soaking his jeans in a jagged pattern.

Ghost temporarily forgot about what had caused this in the first place and rushed to his side. He collapsed to his knees beside Ricky and began rushing to find something to act as a tourniquet. Taking advantage of holes already in his dress, he began to tear off a strip of fabric. Halfway through the act, a hand viciously wrapped around his mouth and smothered his nose. A cloth separated his skin from his attacker's palm. He'd seen enough horror movies to know where this was going, but there's nothing he could do to prevent inhaling the chloroform.

He succumb to the chemicals and fell flat on the floor. The tall, grim man knelt down beside the now unconscious body and continued the job he'd started. He ripped the bottom of Ghost's dress the rest of the way. Then, wrapped the fabric around Ricky's upper leg. If it didn't hurt him to move, he would've tried to get away from the obviously psychotic man. It's one thing if he was going to kill him, but if he's saving him, it's probably to do much worse things.

Ricky let out another scream when the makeshift tourniquet was tied tightly. Tears stung his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. All his regrets began to rush through his mind at rapid fire. His natural instincts told him this was most likely the way he was going to die. Even worse, it was probably the end of the line for Ghost too. What his assailant said only sealed his fate.

As he picked up the chloroform soaked rag again, he muttered, "You shouldn't have come here."

His mouth was then covered. He tried his best to fight, placing his hands over his attacker's. It was a feeble attempt and the chemicals overtook him just as quickly as they had Ghost. All the screaming did in fact wake the sleeping creature laid in what looked to be a life-size doll bed. Chris had sleepily watched these acts conspire for the past few minutes. He looked over the two unconscious bodies with a mix of emotion.

Ryan stood up slowly, using the dry side of the rag to wipe away Ricky's blood from his hands. He disregarded it in a small waste bin in the corner before making his way to the end of the car. "I'm sorry they woke you, Beautiful."

Chris swung his legs over the edge of his bed. His pale skin was decorated with fishnet thigh highs, held up by a garter belt that was just barely hidden by his short, short pleather skirt. He buried his head in Ryan's shoulder, still a little cranky from being woken to abruptly. "It's okay. What're you going to do with them?"

"Hmm," Ryan hummed thoughtfully as he ran his fingertips up and down Chris' leg. "I'm not sure. I don't know if I can recycle them because it looks like they're both covered in tattoos. Why, Baby?"

He raised his head briefly, looking over Ryan's shoulder. "I don't want you to recycle them, Daddy. They're too pretty. I wanna keep them."

"You want to keep them?" Ryan asked in surprise. His sweet love nodded, looking up at him with those beautiful, glassy eyes. He took a second glance over the bodies and thought. Ryan walked over towards them, kneeling down. He placed his hands on either side of Ricky's head and turned his face upward. "I suppose I can make that work. We'll need to make some... improvements, first. Once I fix them up, you'll have some pretty new toys for your collection."

"Yay!" He giddily replied. Chris made grabby hands towards him, beckoning him to come closer. "Thank you, Daddy."

Ryan wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his forehead against his. He smiled softly, "Of course, Baby. They'll be able to keep you company while I work, too. You have to promise to behave, though, or else I'll take them away."

"I'll be good. I promise. If I have them to play with, I won't have to leave." He optimistically said.

"That's what I'm hoping for." He softly sighed, "It's going to take me a while to make them beautiful. I'll get to work, but you need to go back to sleep. Okay?"

Remembering the conversation they literally just had about his obedience, Chris agreed without hesitation. He was tired anyways and ready to fall back into sleep's comforting embrace. Ryan placed a gently kiss along his porcelain cheek, tucking him back into bed.

He stayed quietly and watched his creation until he was certain he'd drifted off. Ryan stepped over to what would become his new monsters. Ghost was relatively unharmed and wouldn't be too terribly difficult to work with. Sadly, the damage he'd done to Ricky was going to take some time to recover from. Perhaps Chris will even enjoy playing nurse for his new toy.

He sighed as he looked over the wound, "Why must I create more work for myself?"