Simon Infinity Train Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Train to the Center Artemis, I sighed as I look to my boyfriend one last time. He gave me a thumbs up and showed a very bright smile. That brought smile on my plum lips as I board this magnetic levitating train. This is a model of a subway from the twenty first century that has been modified. Before fully turning my back to the crowd, I waved my left hand as a sign of farewell. Even though I am not that tall, my head don’t have a chance to hit the doorway, I still lowered my head as I enter the train.

The retinal scanner clicked as we passed, the only acknowledgment of our presence. Simon was already at the console, dragging it closer with one hand as he keyed in sequences with the other. He didn’t look up. His jaw was clenched, his stubble patchy, and his focus locked entirely on the projection forming above the table. The lights dimmed as the green display bloomed across the glass surface, casting shifting patterns on our faces like reflections off water. “This isn’t direct control,” Simon said. “They aren’t issuing new commands. They’re triggering systems that were built into people months or even years ago. The bell tones act as keys to doors that were already installed.”

Cleo couldn't help but sigh at the sight. Simon has been restless since the last thing he saw on the screen was the rescue squad getting swallowed by a sandstorm. He was advised to stay in the wheelchair by the healer, but he began striding back and forth in long strides. "Simon, you need to relax. They most certainly entered through a portal, as this is a mutant monster's lair. It happens now and then." Simon was aware of it, but his trauma was causing him to become restless. In his mind, he could see the team's dead bodies lying limp and lifeless on the floor.

He's probably gone to his room to do God knows what with Simon. Is it even worth tracking him down and risk traumatising myself for life if I catch them in the act? I’m not against them but sometimes Stan was something dominant and I don’t want to know it. And Simon was something you can call a freak. Best Duo. Simon managed the cartel around the world specially the Virus met and he knew his deal so much. And he has a lot of ways to ‘negotiate’. I don't even fuckin' scare easily but Simon's a goddamn freak when it comes to that shit.

Simon watched him pull away before opening his car door and getting in. "William, I need to use the Zhang project; that's the only thing that can distract my uncle and Gideon." Simon stated. "Okay, what would you like me to do?" William asked. Before Simon could respond, his phone vibrated, and the moment he opened it, his eyes turned red with anger as he stared at the words: - How was my gift?

He looked over his shoulders to confirm his thoughts; there he stood, Hatake Hiroshima, the Japanese bodyguard. He could still take him out, Simon thought; Hatake was standing few meters away from them. He had enough time to snap Freddy’s neck and run for it, but Freddy wasn’t a man who’d risk his life so easily. Simon had the hunch that Hatake wasn’t the only guard around, they might be surrounded without knowing. It was too soon to take risks, he calmed himself, rolling his fist into a punch while he struggled to keep it still. Freddy was really bold enough to come to his wife grave, Simon thought. Keeping calm was one of the intense training learnt when he was being recruited as a marine.

"Yes, why are you busy that day? Do you have plans?" "No. I will surely come. Advance happy birthday then." "Thank you." "What do you want as a gift?" "Hmm, I'm okay even if you don't bring any." He said. Simon is a doctor and seemed like he already had everything he could ask for. Even if he doesn't say it, his aura tells her that he comes from a rich family. "We're here." Simon stopped the car when they already reached the building. "Thank you." Bea smiled at him and was about to unbuckle her seatbelt when Simon stopped her by placing his left arm at the passenger's seat headrest on her side, cornering Bea.

"The two timelines have collapsed into a single consensus reality. The cage is gone, but the memories of the cage remain." A sudden sound shattered the morning silence—the distant, echoing blast of a train horn down in the valley. It wasn't the sleek, magnetic-levitation transports used by Chronomos logistics, but the distinct, rhythmic chug-chug of a traditional steam-powered locomotive moving along the historic Kalka-Shimla toy train track.

“So, you mean you’re immortal as well?” Luna asked in shock. They were on their way home at that moment. Ella was also in her uncle’s car on the way back, so they were three in his car. Ella and Simon tell Luna about Simon’s “immortality.” But as expected, she was a little surprised, although Luna had seen everything that had happened there. “If that’s what they call me, I’m probably immortal,” said Simon. “He can heal quickly, Luna, so no matter what weapon you use on Uncle, he won’t die, even the poison,” said Ella.

And there, winding through the narrow canyon, was the train. The Iron Behemoth. It was massive—twenty cars long, armored in black steel, carrying the glowing red ore that would power the end of the world. "Target acquired!" Vane yelled. "Three hundred feet! Two hundred!" "Level out!" Tristan screamed, pouring power into the lift runes. The ship groaned, the wood flexing dangerously. The descent slowed. They leveled out, skimming just above the canyon walls. They were flying parallel to the train, matching its speed.