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Story!!!

Posted: Apr/24/2008, 9:18pm
Feeling: Tired but happy; Listening To: A foggy day Michael Buble

Howdy from Tejas ya'll! If you have to know anything about me, know that I am the slowest typest the world has ever known. The following story took me hours to copy out of my notebook, and it's just the prelude! I know it's kind of morbid, but it get's better given time. And here it is!:

The engine screeched along the tracks, it’s parts glinting eerily in the yellow sunset. The engine room was empty of a conductor. The conductor was back in the train, helplessly gagged and bound as he watched the increasingly turbulent disagreement erupting between his passengers.
One was tall and heavy like a bear, with a Hitler moustache and an increasingly beet-red face. He was yelling at another passenger, this one smaller and very thin wearing large round glasses and handcuffed to a briefcase.
“Just give it to me!” The large one menaced. The spectacled one just glared.
“I don’t think you realize the gravity of the situation, Mark,” The large one said, more calmly this time. “Give it here, and no one has any cause to get hurt.”
As he spoke, two men appeared out of the back of the car, dragging along two small struggling children. Their eyes were wide with fear. The smaller of the two, a girl with bright blue eyes and white-blonde hair, bit the man’s hand hard. He released her, cursing and cradling his his bleeding extremity. The other child, a boy with approximately the same coloring, crushed the man’s instep and broke free. They both rushed over to Mark.
“Leave them out of this Wayne.” Mark glared.
“Give me the heirloom then!”
Mark held his gaze for a few seconds, then broke off. He rifled around in his pockets, finally finding and pulling out a small bronze key. He unlatched the handcuffs connecting him with the briefcase.
“If you want the case…” He suddenly turned and threw it out the window. “You’re going to have to get it!”
Wayne rushed over to the shattered window, his boots crunching on the glass littering the floor. He searched franticly out the window before he turned to his lackeys.
“Blasted fool’s thrown it into the bay!” He shouted, grabbing one’s shoulders and shaking him roughly.
“What do you want me to do? Jump in after it?” The man exclaimed. The conductor’s eyes widened as he struggled desperately against his bonds. Wayne kicked him.
“Shut up!” He grabbed the conductor by the back of his collar and gestured at the kids huddling behind Mark. “Throw them in the engine room.”
“Leave them out of this!” Mark barked, standing protectively in front of them.
“I hate to do this Mark,” Wayne put his hands behind his back. “Wait, scratch that, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
He smiled sinisterly, withdrew a pistol, and promptly shot Mark in the chest. Mark dropped like a sack of bricks onto the floor of the train, the plush burgundy carpet soaking up the flood pouring from his heart.
“Uncle Mark!” The children shrieked. The men picked them up, kicking and screaming, and dragged them roughly across the car. They were shoved into the engine room, along with the conductor. As he fell, the conductor’s head cracked against the throttle, making the train accelerate at an alarming rate. The lackeys and Wayne were thrown off their feet and rolled to the back of the train, hitting the wall with a dull clunk.
“Come on!” Yelled the boy as he grabbed the conductor’s unconscious body and started dragging it across the compartment. The girl stumbled after him. They opened the door and watched the ground speeding below them way too fast.
“We’ve got to jump!” Yelled the boy over the roaring wind as he crouched his knees to spring. “One, two…” The little girl allowed herself her last glimpse into the car. Wayne and the two men were stirring and attempting to rise. Mark on the other hand, showed no signs of movement. He lay sprawled on the cabin floor, his face pressed to the carpet. He looked peaceful, almost as if he was sleeping… She tugged the boy’s arm. “We’ve gotta get Uncle Mark!” She rushed over to his body and tugged feebly. A tall shadow fell across her back. Wayne had managed to get to his feet and wobbled drunkenly toward the girl and Mark’s dead body. She screamed shrilly. Suddenly she was jerked backwards
as the boy dragged her away and towards the door. Her stomach dropped as she, the conductor and the boy plummeted off the train, hitting the ground rolling. The impact knocked the wind out of her body. As they rolled in a tangle of limbs and bodies to a stop on the grass, the train hit a sharp turn in the tracks at top speed. It flew off the track, the lettering in its name, “Scarlet” winking bronze in the fading light of the sunset as it arched gracefully into the bay.