Down-Bound Train

At the age of ten Felicity Latimer was sensitive. And her senses were such as most people never develop in a lifetime. As she followed her father into the train's compartment, her senses rioted. Evil. It pulsed at her, so heavy she felt dizzy and wanted to clutch at the sliding door and close her eyes. She could sense it purring catlike round her. She opened her eyes then and saw it batting out in black waves from the two men and the woman there. She had never known such aggregation of evil before. Her heart beat to it with an excitement that was as near as her pre-pubescent body could come to lust. There was nothing in life she loved so much.