Sodor Eclipse

Our Number Four

February 17th: 7:23am:
We were woken up to Gordon screaming. He was screaming for the voices in his head to go away, and that he won't kill his friends. I lit Donald's fire, and Sandy lit Harvey's, and both engines rolled to either side of the big engine, and tried to calm him down. But it did no good. Gordon looked at Donald with crazy eyes, and told him that he'd never find Douglas, and to give up. Then, it happened. Harvey threw his chain onto Gordon's tender coupling, but it was too late. Gordon shot forward! Ahead of him, was a train of pipes, with a screeching roar, Gordon threw himself into the pipes! 

The force of this tore Harvey's crane arm right from Harvey's boiler, taking nearly all of the boiler with it! However, Gordon didn't get what he had wanted... Well, I say Gordon... He hit the flatbeds, and was tossed to the side! As he did, something lumpy and red shot from Gordon's funnel, and splattered on Harvey's now lifeless corpse! Everyone was horrified! And, slowly, Donald crept forward, and stopped by the now derailed express engine. The eyes that greeted us.. Those, those were Gordon's. The big engine seemed dazed, and didn't know what was going on, or what had happened, but I'd be damned, the engine who was sat off the line, was our Number 4! We explained what had happened the past few days, and Gordon seemed to understand what was going on. He was extremely remorseful about what he had done to Harvey. The big engine basically broke down at the thought of what he'd done. And slowly, Donald and Edward helped pull Gordon back onto the track. Now, we're forming another plan, although, Gordon did mention, the last thing he remembered was passing with the express, as Bear went down Edward's line... Judging by the little thing in his funnel, most of us assume something was controlling Gordon, making him a totally different engine. So that's neat I guess, living tumour, who'da thunk it. We also, while working, got contact from Duke, who told us he had picked up Peter Sam, who seemed totally shell shocked, and said something about Skarloey. We think he was under the rockslide. But, we aren't cuirtan.

February 17th: 9:39am:
Holy fucking shit. We were just casually discussing a plan when we heard a horrendous noise! The convoy's eyes darted to where the shape of something long and tall hung just above the yard! Without hesitation, Sandy threw on Gordon's regulator, and I did the same with Donald, and both engines took off! The thing screeched at the two engines slammed into it! However, it quickly overpowered us, so we were forced to retreat! Donald whistled, and Edward and Duck took off! We bolted through Tidmouth, when Gordon whistled for the other two to get to the carriage shed at Elsbridge, and we'd catch them up. Koko shouted something in confusion, but Gordon replied that there was something here. We bolted into the yard next to the shed, and there, we saw it. Gordon's snow machine! Something that would be incredibly useful in the long run! Gordon was quickly coupled, and we forged our way back! Throwing the thing off it's legs! As we started, we felt Donald lurch to a stop! BoCo had grabbed ahold of Donald's tender! Donald screamed in horror! Gordon, listened. He came to a stop, and shot backwards, and threw himself into his old friend, and quickly scampered up behind us! With a shove, the big blue engine forced us away from the thing, and back to safety! We reunited with Duck and Edward at the carriage shed, and are catching our breath. Koko and I reminisced slightly. Yesterday, if we'd gotten ourselves into that much trouble, Gordon would've ran away, or just watched. But today. Gordon saved our lives.. It's really good to have him back.