Window snakes

She thought of snakes as the rain fell sliding in narrow tendrils,as if being driven by a secret purpose; along the carriage glass as voices reflected in a secret code to Angels yet unknown.
they sat at angles from each other, the table between them a no-man's land that she never really wanted to cross any more. Shev turned and then stared out between the lines,of rain that cut down the window of the train.
She hid the fear she felt of Jacob. But her reflection in the glass remained as taught as it had been since the journey began. She ran her hand though her hair and caught him smiling coldly as she stared sidways at him through her raised cupped arm. He smiled coldly, never taking his cold blue eyes off the tablet he flicked at and then pressed in patterns of five. The silent war between them was poetic and oppressive.
'have you heard from him yet?'Shev asked.
'No...' he shuffled in his seat as he continued,'... the server is not kicking in...'
Shev looked down, and then took her I-phone 7 out of her red jumper pocket; and then slid the bar across the screen. a flower appeared, jumped out of the screen curled open and dissolved in a spiral.
'you have seven messages' the phone said as peter's face appeared. she thought about pressing the allow button, just to piss Jacob off, but then changed her mind, smiling secretly, she then turned the phone off.
'he's called then? Jacob asked almost silently.
'Who?'
'Peter... Peter Gifford'
'I...I don't know-'
'Oh please don't do this, not here... not now...'
'what?'
'Don't lie...'
all the time Jacob spoke, he never raised his head never looked away from the tablet. It was then that she could feel real hatred for him.
at that he looked up at her. and grinned menacingly, the single gold lower incisor forced her to look away; as an ice shudder ran through her.
'I lived with you for too long to know how your little games work.'
The little boy ran down the aisle, making her look towards him. Guilt etched with regret lined the corners of her her eyes, as she then returned back to Jacob.
'How's it progressing?'
'We should have the final results ready by Monday, we begin a test batch on the Tuesday....' as she stared at him he could not believe how calm, how calculated he sounded, as if he was discussing a batch of chickens rather than '...so by the middle of next week-'
there was a sudden burst of laughter coming from half way down the carriage.
He stared at her coldly.
'Are you beginning to get cold feet?'
she shook her head slowly, not wanting to show him her eyes, not wanting him to know how much she hurt inside.
'no' she lied weakly.
'no?' he whispered. She looked up and saw Jacob smiled weakly, his eyes becoming as black as night as black as the death blow he was planning.
Shev wanted to scream at him, tell him that this was wrong, that she still loved him, despite everything, that killing people was not the solution to the problem, that bombs carrying a virus staining the children of the world would not bring their precious Jamie back, that Jamie died in a terrible accident, that there was hope if he just fucking tried to let go.
But then came Peter into her mind, and with him came any real hope of ending this madness... Jacob had to be stopped... she knew that. But doing that meant thinking the unthinkable... becoming the same as him. And this would not bring Jamie back... nothing would bring jamie back.
'I need the toilet.' she said sickly.
Jacob never looked up, he just rubbed his bald head and nodded coldly.

*

The door to the toilet hummed closed behind her as she entered, rocking slightly as the train wavered from right to left, the blue walls made her face paler. Shev stared at her face in the mirror. Her auburn, cropped hair, spiked in a boys style; her eyes shining with blue nervousness, the mirror had the word "cunt" scratched into it. she hated that word; and thought of the lack of thought that went into it.the negative emotion and the despair that rested in ever savage line.
she opened her bag and looked inside. the gun shone oily black at the bottom of the bag. She thought about taking the gun out, placing the barrell into her mouth, feeling the metal chip her teeth and the cold metal around her tongue. It would only take a second a second a second...
the word cunt angered her. Why was that there, why that word any other word but that word because she was not a cunt. She was a woman and she knew love... and no-one especially Jacob was going to to take that from her.
She stared back into the mirror, her blue eyes becoming narrow slits her anger building until, she knew what she had to do.

*
'Hello.' jacob said as she returned to her seat. She didn't answer, she just sat down, and carried on looking out the window.
'Window snakes' she said after a short while, waking Jacob from his pad.
'What?'
'Window snakes.' she stared at Jacob. 'Its wast Jamie used to call them... the lines of water falling down the window... watch out mummy here comes a window snake-'
'Oh just for fucks sake shut up.' Jacob hissed coldly. But he was scared, she could see that she had got to him, and made him hurt, and that's what she wanted to do make Jacob hurt feel the pain she felt know that his sick plan was wrong and he had to be stopped.
'No...' she said coldly.
a couple on the other side of the carriage looked up.
'...No i won't stop. because I loved him too you know I'm grieving to you selfish bastard!'
the couple in the other seats began to look nervous.
Jacob shook his head, from, side to side in a slow rocking motion, she could see that he wanted to hit out to punch her top grab her and scream "why, why did you cheat on me you cunt?" and she wanted him to, she wanted him to do it so she could...
he looked down then looked back at her with tears in his eyes.
'if your going to use it, do it now... this is the only chance you have, because if you don't... all I have to do is press this button.
he showed her the tablet. the words flashed at her with cold stark terror. the package is in position and ready for deployment... press for detonation.
jacob Smiled at her...
'I lied...' he said weakly as he stared at her '...like you, I lied...'
she took the pistol from her bag and aimed it. people began to scream and run at her, Jacob smiled as she tried to pull the trigger; but there was a heavy weight from behind and explosion of colour and then a collapse.
followed by the words, the package has been delivered.... silence