Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

But we were picking up speed, rolling downhill toward the industrial district. Then I saw it. Train tracks ahead. Crossing arms coming down. Red lights flashing. And a freight train. Massive. Moving fast. The horn blaring a warning that made my bones vibrate. "Turner!" I screamed. "I know! I'm trying—" He pulled the emergency brake. Nothing. Yanked the wheel hard left trying to turn us away from the tracks. But we were going too fast. Too out of control. The train was seconds away. I could see the conductor's face. Could hear the shriek of metal on metal as he tried to brake but it was too late, we were too close, going to hit—

"This is the train, it is the same as before, but its faster." So this guy must be a second or third-class reborn since he knows about the train before. "However, instead of electricity or gasoline, it is ran by the necro of the captain, and the passengers' as well, the more people contribute, the faster the train will be." "I see." I smiled at him. "Thanks for the assistance!" "So long brother!" I waved my hands and continued my walk towards the station. Everything seems the same, except the people who look weird. This world is an eclectic medieval and modern style. I wonder why.

Damian's face hardened. "My father was betrayed by one of his own men." Samuel slowly lowered his head. "I always suspected..." "But I could never prove it." Suddenly, the train lights flickered. Once. Twice. Then went out completely. The emergency lamps glowed red. Joseph immediately stood. "That's not good." "What happened?" Chukwuemeka asked. Joseph looked toward the engine. "Nobody else knows these tracks." The train jolted violently. Brakes screamed. Everyone grabbed onto the seats.

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.

The man in the olive T-shirt was the first to appear, then the woman wearing the dark glasses and mustard sundress and finally the young woman with the pierced nose: all using different access points, all looking for us. Blanche glanced up at me in desperation. "What are we going to do?" "Stay calm," I say. Platform seven, filled with a rush of air, accompanied by the sound of electricity rattling through the track in front of us. The sound volume escalated as the red train, with HIGH BARNET VIA BANK, emblazoned in bright yellow lettering on the front carriage, clattered into view, its brakes squealing as it slowly came to a halt. "MIND THE GAP! MIND THE GAP!" Announced an electronic voice o

The 4-train screeched to a jagged, sparking halt midway between the 59th Street and Grand Central stations. The lights inside the car flickered—a sickening, rhythmic yellow—before dying entirely, plunged into the absolute, velvet black of the deep tunnel. For a moment, the only sound was the cooling hiss of the brakes and the collective, terrified intake of breath from fifty commuters.

I retorted "And anyways, our trains are arriving so it will be a loss Margot." She said in a sarcastic voice I looked at her while biting my bottom lip to try and find a solution when I am quickly snapped out of my thoughts from the speakers announcing my early victory. "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙛 9:30 𝙖.𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 10:00 𝙖.𝙢 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙞 𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 "

I’m pretty sure a bullet whizzes past my head, creating a hole straight through the train car’s wall. “Don’t shoot her!” one of the men yells. “Favreaux needs her alive!” I keep running, barely able to hear over the pounding war drum in my chest. I’m officially at the back of the train. There’s no more room to run unless I want to throw myself off the high-speed train going 185 miles per hour. “Well, well, well,” Mr. Broken Nose says to me with an awful glint in his eye. “Looks like you’re all ours, girlie.”

“Dr. Linch, a special plane has been approved to send you back. Your license and pass have been fully reinstated, and a clarification has been issued regarding the incident at the express train station. As for that live stream, it has been taken down from all platforms. The accounts that spread rumors have been permanently banned. The relevant departments are already investigating the accounts that forwarded the posts.” I nodded.

The rhythmic motion of the train lulled me into a state of drowsiness, and before I knew it, I succumbed to the gentle embrace of sleep. Time slipped away, the journey becoming a blur of dreams and fragmented thoughts. But then, a loud sound pierced through the haze, jolting me awake. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and disorientation. Seattle! Seattle! The announcement reverberated through the train, shaking me from my slumber.