Invincible Train Scene Novels & Stories

Eleonna was escorted to go outside. After she opened the box, the men in grey uniforms just appeared out of nowhere. She was bought to another room separated from where the stage where. She looked around the place and saw a big screen attached on the wall, it had a different footage in every corner of the place inside the game. The girl walked towards it and stared at the highlighted footage. There she saw Audella, Shaun, Celeste, and Fumiya fighting alongside. From the looks of it, her team mates were winning.

Lanasia assists the kids for me and that's when I gave her the signal for our plan. Afvshaganifs suddenly appears on the table, relaxing while intoxicating himself. "I am not the monster~!" He fidgets the bracelet on his wrist. "We are yet to see who the real monster is." And I think he's overwhelming for me to handle, too! Ophelia's train appeared behind, raging toward us. Hedwelch is the very first one the train might run over and all I could think for a short moment is to pull the three of them away! Nevertheless, we were struck by the steel wheel. The powerful collision tossed us on the floor followed by the loud explosion of the engine.

She put on a burst of speed as the doors began to slide shut. Jamie darted in front of her, moving faster than her or Evan, and planted himself in the doors. He didn't say anything-smart-but did wave them on. Felecia's feet pounded on the floor of the train car. She bent over, sucking down air, her heart finally beginning to slow down a bit. "That was close," Evan said. He reached up and scratched at his ear. "We're on the train. See you tonight." She didn't think those words were for her.

We kept the van in our sights but stayed far enough away so as not to raise suspicions. But eventually, the train tracks that we’d cross to get into Coldclaw territory arrived. A train was coming, and the van stopped, waiting patiently. Edwin slowed and came to a stop just around the bend, watching the white lines of the van through the trees. I shivered in my seat as I watched the train pass, the sound of the bells ringing in my ears. We were so close now… So close to—hopefully—saving countless children. And if Mr. Black was truly behind this…

One hand hung from the front of the train like a macabre hood ornament, while his brain matter flung like thrown meat onto Breanna's face. People screamed. Others looked away, at the same time, the train brake squealed to a halt. One of the panicking civilians had pulled the emergency bell moments ago. The scene—burned into Breanna's skull, making her number. She just stood frozen on the edge of the train door, while the brain matter dripped down her face—onto the metal floor. The incoming train finally passed, revealing the aftermath of its speed. The rail track looked like someone threw a sack of raw meat into a turbine.

The train sped through the night, wheels clattering, the sound the only thing that filled the tense silence between Maya and Zane. She still didn’t know how they had gotten through that chaos. A rooftop escape. A high-speed chase. A train jump. And yet, here they were. Maya exhaled shakily, bracing her wounded arm against her stomach as she sat against one of the train’s metal ridges. It had stained her sleeve with blood but she let it go.

she sniffled as she stood in front of me, I looked at my watch, great three minutes until the train would pass by. I could hear the vibrating sound of the train from a distance. I smirked, I quickly held her by her neck, she screamed as I pushed her towards the rails. “ Lucy don’t, please Lucy,” she begged. I pushed her until her feet touched the old rusted rails. I held her head in the middle of the rails. “ No no no, please, Lucy spare my life,” she begged as she struggled while pushing me back but I was stronger. Morris stood at the back and watched us while terrified. I was terrified of the idea myself. Soon, the ground on which we stood vibrated as loud as it could because the train was

“Just want to drive without stopping—” The light went green. “You can go now, darling,” she said. He rolled forward— —and the road train hit them. It arrived like an iron verdict. Metal screamed. Tyres detonated. The truck spun—once, twice—fuel lines tore, and fire bloomed into the sky. Glassflowered. People screamed. The road train’s cab hissed and ticked, cooling in the sudden quiet. From inside, a ghost of music bled out: Linkin Park, “What I’ve Done.”

I lunge for it, lifting the clear plastic protection cover before practically ripping the red-painted lever off the wall. The train lurches violently, the sharp scream of the wheels grinding against the rails. The sudden shift in velocity sends my attackers flying, their bodies too big and clumsy to properly brace in time. They domino against one another, smacking their heads against the floor, the far train wall, each other’s skulls. I’m luckily able to brace myself against the back of a seat, holding my breath as I wait for the opportune moment to make my escape.

“This is real. Vance is waiting. We have to move.” There was no time to argue. The security team formed a protective circle around us and rushed us off the train. Commuters screamed and scattered as we ran through the station. More shots rang out behind us, but Vance’s men returned fire with deadly accuracy. We burst out onto the street where three black SUVs waited with engines running. They pushed us into the middle vehicle and slammed the doors.