Fantasifoster

I could end it all here, he thought. No one would be able to stop me.
All he had to do was climb over the fence and stand there, no, lie down and lay his head on the track. It would be over in a second. His head crushed into--
The train started thundering by and he averted his eyes, starting to shudder. He continued like that, walking a tad faster, for the duration of the train's passing. Not until the length of all the cars had passed did he stop shuddering.
Mr Keeler walked on as if nothing had happened whatsoever. Just an ordinary walk late in the night, in his ordinary life. That is, ordinary relative to his perspective. Mr Keeler was, if anything, not ordinary. Of course, he did not think of himself as out of the ordinary, not the least.
Though he had been just that since the day he was born, and nothing in the world could stop it from being that way. So he pretended.
Mr Keeler was very good at pretending, he had learned that before he could walk. Had it not been so, he would not have survived his childhood, especially with that mother of his.
To really understand Mr Keeler as a person, as much as he can be understood, and the events that are about to happen, we need to go back in time, back to the day it all started.

Jonathan Walker was many things in his life. Most notably of all, he was a rapist. A professional rapist, for that matter. It was even how he made his living for a brief period in his history. As bizarre as that may sound, it was the simple truth. Of course, few knew of this.
You could call him a hitman of sorts, but instead of taking his targets' lives, he destroyed them.
One of those whose lives he so blatantly torn apart, was Miranda Hopkins. In doing what he did to her, he sealed his doom, and, just as unbeknownst to him, it would one day lead to what can only be described as... abominable. The Atrocity.
Not that he would have cared much. Actually, he would probably have been more fervent in carrying out the rape of Miss Hopkins, had he known what it set in motion.