Invincible Train Scene Novels & Stories

I grabbed it, didn't break stride, and hurled it with everything I had. "GOTCHA!!!" I snapped. The shaker smashed into the back of his head just as his hand closed around the door to the next car. But instead of falling back inside— He went sideways. Straight into the gap between the moving cars. For half a second there was resistance. Then the train won. The sound was wet. Final. Wrong. Blood sprayed back toward me, warm flecks hitting my face and clothes as the space between the cars swallowed what was left of him.

That earned Vescovi the barest of smiles. “She saved us,” Xavier said, looking past Vescovi to Martha, who had her head resting on Nico’s chest. They heard the train as it approached, rumbling along the tracks. All the unconscious bodies were already out of the way and safe from further harm. “What’s our next move?” Xavier wanted to know.

Junior about to uncuff his mother who is the only one hasn't been uncuffed yet but Sam and his men arrived and aimed the guns on them. "Hold it!!" Sam shouted. Junior failed to uncuffed his mother. "Jim! Come here! Now!" shouted Irina. "No! This is madness mom!" "You don't understand Jim! If you only knew what I've been through being with your Dad." Jim also had a mini recorder on his shirt and it was the last one. Sam's men already started to burn the train starting at the 9th room. They dragged Jim with them to the 2nd room, they also took Junior's watch pin, the 9th -7th room starts to burn and explode, they were all scared. Sam and Irina with their men locked them on the 5th room and wen

I spin in the arms of the asshole who is on me, easily slipping my arms up and around his neck, securing his face to my shoulder as I buck him off and over me. I hold tight to his head as his body moves away from it and jolt at the last second, snapping his neck. The crack radiates through my shoulder with a sick vibration. I shove his limp body to the side, watching only for a moment as it slides off the smooth metal surface of the train. I drop back down into the carriage, ready to chase after Xavier.

The train was gaining speed and so were Lord Fletcher and his men. The pain was spreading throughout her. She could hear Xavier’s voice yelling her name but her body was refusing to respond. She couldn’t even get to her knees. Xavier watched her fall and struggle to get up. “Fuck. Vanessa get up!” At some point the train would start moving at a pace that it won’t be humanly capable for anyone to catch up. Vanessa managed to will herself up and running the rain slamming itself on her body. Xavier stretched out his hand to hers, their fingertips brushing each other.

I clung tightly to Abebi, silently praying for our safety and the safety of those around us. Amidst the chaos, Bruno's training kicked in, and he swiftly rose to his feet. With a determined resolve, he aimed his weapon at the driver of the motorcycle, firing precise shots that shattered the peace of the moment. The driver's lifeless body slumped, causing the motorcycle to veer out of control and crash beneath the weight of the train. The screeching of metal against metal filled the air, blending with the echoes of the gunshots. The immediate threat had been neutralized, but the aftermath was harrowing. Bloodied and injured passengers cried out in pain, seeking solace and aid amidst the wreck

“Now!” I side-step onto the train just as the doors shut, and the train jerks into motion. The bloody scene fades until the platform is nothing but a speck of light resembling a star–then darkness.

An oncoming train hurtles ahead, its wheels screeching against the tracks in a desperate attempt to warn the van. But time slips away, and the train hurtles down the tracks, its massive form barrelling forward with unstoppable force. In a split second, it collides with the van, lifting it off the ground as if it were a car toy. “Oh, my gods…” I whisper with my heart pounding erratically in my chest. The van is caught in the train's powerful grip, Metal clashes and collides with a horrific roar, sending sparks flying in all directions. The fourth van falls back, making a sharp right as it speeds away from us.

They leaped down just in time as more bullets whizzed by. Darkness closed around them. The subway station was nearly empty. Noah vaulted over the turnstiles. "Keep moving." Lena lagged behind, her lungs on fire. A train was slowing into the station. Damien grinned. "Perfect timing." They shoved inside just as the doors were closing. The train began to move. The Black Circle's men appeared on the platform—too late. Evelyn smiled, flipping them off through the glass. Lena exhaled.

Our footsteps echoed slightly. “Luck is on our side, Carl. There’s a train already here.” As the door behind us automatically resealed itself noisily, I focused on the red train in front of us. It looked like a high speed magnetic train one might find in Japan or Europe, not some American Amtrak passenger train. There were six train cars. The first five looked unoccupied. The sixth car looked very full. “Don’t stare at the occupants of the rear car, Carl. Try to walk as normally as you can and pretend you’re not injured. It is important that you and I look as nonchalant as possible.”