Mighty Express: Train Trouble 소설 & 이야기

Both belonged to Sins - Immortals whose entire being is to sin - so I wasn’t bothered when I was given an X. Once we arrived to Karma’s territory, I was over it. Two days have passed, and my body aches. The station we arrive at is the middle of a city, however, all that surrounds it is red desert everywhere. A big crowd greets us, some getting close enough to slap the windows of the train. I flinch away. These people look wild. Naturally, there was a large X on my screen. Hugging my knees, I feel the need to cry. The crowd on this train is thinning, only a small group of us left. Tension is building. The two worst territories are coming up.

I say as I’m pulling her from the railway. The man runs to us and helps me pull Sasha out of the railway. “Oh, my god…” Sasha screams as the train horn blares closer to her. All people at the subway scream looking at us… “Watch out!” The old lady yells. The man and I pull Sasha with all of our strength and Sasha finally out of the railway. “Oh, shit…” I say in relief as Sasha is above me. “Are you okay?” The man says. “Yes sir, yes… we’re okay. We’re good, thank you so much” I say as I hug Sasha and we sit on the subway floor next to the railway.

The last car {compartment} vanished past the platform edge, The train had entered the non-stop zone—its next halt was a city away 'Eastport'. Her stubborn nature didn't let her quit, she increased her pace. Just as the train entered the tunnel, she caught up with it. With the help of passengers extending their hands to her, she hopped in. Inside, the third-class compartment was chaos incarnate. Lowell’s face was turning purple, Martinez’s fingers sunk deep into his throat like claws, the two of them tangled on the ground like animals. He’d found Martinez, and the two collided in a savage tangle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the delay. We are waiting for a signal clearance from the control room. Please remain seated and patient. We will be moving shortly. Thank you for your cooperation." I groaned and rolled my eyes. How long would this take? I hated waiting. I wished I had never bought this ticket. As the train jerked into motion, a sense of relief washed over me. Perhaps this unexpected journey wasn't such a bad idea after all. Maybe it was an opportunity to embrace something different, a chance to leave my troubles behind.

The impending arrival of the train added a layer of suspense, symbolizing the potential climax of their search. "The train comes," Max observed, turning back at the noise of the train slowly reaching the station. "According to our source, the location of Eleanor's phone is still the same place. She has to be here." The platform, once a mundane transit point, now transformed into a stage for the unfolding drama. Passengers disembarked from the arriving train, their faces becoming potential clues in the quest to find Eleanor. The bustling sounds of the station, the shuffling of feet, and the distant hum of conversations intensified the atmosphere, underscoring the gravity of the situation.

It was slowly moving toward the Citadel's docking spire, right along the path of Cargo-Line 7. "The train leaves the depot in exactly two minutes," I said, a holographic overlay of the transit schedule glowing on my visor. "Once it hits the open track, it accelerates to two hundred and fifty miles an hour. If we don't catch it before the Delta Bridge, we'll be eating its exhaust." "Then we push the redline," Dax ordered. He cranked the throttle of the Interceptor. The heavy bike surged forward, the modified engine screaming in protest. The rest of the pack followed suit, the raw torque threatening to tear the tires from the asphalt.

Then I saw why we'd gotten off the train in the middle of nowhere: the track ended—was destroyed, the metal rusty and twisted, the last wood planks in splinters. "As you can see," Cillian said, opening the back door for me, "the beasts of the Sun don't like efficient modes of transportation. Why your water-loving packmates side with them is beyond me. But," he continued with that too-wide smile, "we place that all behind with you… Gemma. Inside you go." I stepped forward hesitantly, glancing back at Gralyn and Hadley, who hadn't moved. "You're not coming?" Gralyn said, "Hell no," and hauled himself back onto the train as it was already chugging slowly backward.

“Listen up, all passengers! This train is required to go through a maintenance check right now. Please head to Platform E2 and board train number 5051 bound for Rexia Castellum. Sorry for the inconvenience caused, and have a great day.” “Platform E?” Master Aram looked around. “That’s the platform for steam trains— if I remember correctly. That’ll mean we’ll have to board a steam train instead…” “Will we still get to Rexia Castellum in three hours?” Rhina inquired. The master sage shook his head. “Steam trains are slower, so the ride should take four and half hours at the very least. But if I use my magic to help the coal shovelers who tend the fire for the steam engine to work faster, we mi

The panic in her voice had climbed a decibel higher. In response, the train gave out a drawn out honk. The lights in the train went out and the sound of pandemonium ensued. Bumbling like a blind man in the dark, the train veered off the rail and crashed into the empty supermarket by the side of the road. It burst into flames amidst screams and agonized cries. The explosion that followed silenced the cries.

The train’s emergency brakes slammed on. "Trap!" Jackson grabbed Serenity. "Get down!" The train tilted violently. (Chapter 117 End)