Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

I board the train leaving the phone in the bin of garbage. Colorado isn't home for me I'm going to start over and hopefully new without the distractions of the world around me. Somewhere no one knew my sorry story or the trials I face. I take my in silence just me and jade not knowing what storm was brewing in which I left the dukes to face alone. It was a two day train ride I got to see some of the most beautiful things on this trip and for that I'm extremely grateful having never seen the color of the world as I do now. Our train arrives and the city that never sleeps is wide awake.

He said. " No!! I want to see that 'pleasantly surprised look on his face. " I said with a smile. " Well, I hope he and you are not shocked. " He said rolling his eyes. " Oh, please!! Thanks for your help but I must make a move. I need to catch a train to his city. " I said and started going away. Just then I heard a piece of news on one of the LED TV. There had been a very strong hurricane in this area so there has been a lot of destruction. The train tracks were affected too. So the train services were stopped till the tracks were fully repaired.

My heart pounded in my chest, but not from running – from panic. "Where the hell is—?" Lasses burst out of Seventh Avenue onto Mill Pond Station, Maxine was a good fifteen yards behind her. "Maxine.... Train is inbound," I said into my collar mic. "Say again. The train is inbound... Central, copy?" Central dispatched my message but neither of them slowed and the train sped by us, a blur of steel and glass. Now wailing its thunderous horn, flying at ungodly speed. The sirens which should have been louder, were now being silenced by the Iron Horse. I could see RMPs heading northbound, and saw two on foot quickly closing the distance. People started getting out of their cars to watch, making it

The massive, sleek Express Train, which was supposed to bypass the station, suddenly veered onto Platform B. It was moving at 200 miles per hour. The Judge looked up. He saw the headlights of the oncoming train. He opened his mouth to scream. SCREEEEECH. The train didn't hit him—safety protocols engaged the emergency brakes at the last second. The train shrieked to a halt, massive sparks showering the platform. The force of the wind knocked the Judge and his guards flat on their backs. "He's alive," Ren noted. "Just stunned. Accident failed. Plan B."

He grabbed her arm, practically throwing her down the exterior access hatch into the rear cargo car, before diving in after her and slamming the heavy iron door shut. "Vane, now!" Tristan roared. Inside the command cabin, Vane cursed loudly in three different pirate dialects, grabbed the dual throttle levers, and slammed them forward. The blue chalcedony core of the *Mammoth* shrieked. The massive treads spun, throwing off a shower of sparks as the train accelerated from seventy to ninety miles an hour. Tristan scrambled to his feet inside the dark, grain-filled cargo car. He slammed his hand against the forward bulkhead, right where the coupling connected the cars to the main engine.

His coffee wobbled, and he yelped, “Hey! Watch it!” “Sorry!” I threw the word over my shoulder, not daring to make eye contact, and ducked my head as I jogged down the platform. The red lights on the train doors began to pulse, and a shrill alarm went off. I lunged into the next car just as the doors hissed shut behind me.