X-Kid (Sequel to "Little Boy Named Train")

The Dream that Could Not Fade

Train was surrounded by nothing but darkness. It was dead silent, for nothing could produce any sound.

"Hello?" he asked, his voice echoing in the dark. "Is anyone here?"

Boom...boom...ch! ch! ch! A drum faintly played, as if answering him. He listened to it and tried to focus in on the drum's pounding.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" Train walked and called until he hit a door. The drum pounding had faded and whispers faded in and out of his ears, all fast and incoherent, each overpowering the last one. He opened the door and was greeted by a strange room. He was looking face to face with a man with brown hair that was spiked up and wore black skinny jeans, red converse, a black shirt, and a white tie. He was bashing on a drumset. Headphones were over his ears and a microphone was placed at an angle above the drumset. Once he finished, he glanced over to the side once, then again, the second time making full eye contact with Train. His eyes were a light blue and they had an air of familiarity.

"Who are you?" the man asked. His voice echoed in Train's ears and each word was analyzed. The voice seemed familiar to him, too.

"My name is...Train..." The man's eyes widened after those words came out of his mouth. He got up from the drumset and took the headphones off, running at him and wrapping him in a hug.

"Oh my God, I've missed you so much!" The words made Train's heart fill with an unexplainable warmth. The man let go. "When did you get out of the hospital?!?"

"Hospital?"

"Yea! You were in a coma! When did you get out of it?"

How does he know I was in a coma? "I've been up for 4 days. My doctor nursed me back to health...but..."

"Your doctor?" Train nodded. The man shook his head and sighed. "He's a bad man, Train. A very bad man."

"I know he's a stick in the mud, but a bad man?" The man nodded. "And who are you to make such accusations?" The man gasped with sincere shock.

"You...you don't recognize me?" The man seemed to have retreated inside of his own mind at that comment. Train shook his head.

"I don't..."

The man sighed. "My name is Tré...I've known you since you were a baby...You were pretty much my little brother...then...it happened..."

"What? What happened?"

"You were at the side of the stage..."Tré's voice was starting to crack and tears formed in his eyes. "I should've just come over sooner...You were spinning...and going backwards with each spin...towards the stairs...I was the only one who saw you...I yelled at you to stop, but the music was too loud--you couldn't hear me...You fell. Hard. Down the stairs and onto wooden crates...they broke and the wood splintered off into your body...you were unconcious--a cerebral concussion...We took you to the nearest doctor...but he wouldn't let us see you...He was your father...Your good-for-nothing father!" He held his face in his hands and cried.

"How long has it been?"

"T-ten years..."

"Where did this happen?"

"C-c-colorado Springs..."

Train was shocked--it all connnected. The room started to quake.

"Train! Wake up!"

Train jumped awake, hitting his head on the bottom of the top bunk. He grabbed his head tightly.

"Shit!" He looked over to see Ace. "What?"

"I was working and when I came back in, it looked like you were having a bad dream. Are you okay?" Train blinked.

"Y...yea....I'm fine..."

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Over 1000 miles away in New York City,Tré awoke with a start on a tour bus traveling west. He stood up and ran out to see two men--one with spiky black hair and emerald green eyes, wearing black skinny jeans, a black dress shirt,  a red tie and black converse, and the other with spiky blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing black skinny jeans, a black sleeveless shirt, and black converse.Tré was breathing quickly and his forehead was slightly soaked in sweat from his dream.

"It's about time you wo--. Dude, what happened?" the black-haired man said, turning to him. He wore an expression of concern. The blonde looked up and his eyes widened.

"Holy shit, it's not often you wake up like that? What happened?"Tré only panted in response for a few seconds.

"I saw him!! Billie, Mike, I fucking saw him!!!"

"Who?" The black-haired man asked.

"Train!! Billie, I SAW TRAIN!!!" Billie was taken aback.

"No way...Not in a dream..." Billie said, shaking his head.

"It was probably your subconcious mind making up for his disappearance in your life," Mike said.

"No no I swear it really was him! He was all grown up and everything!! He answered all my questions!"

"Like what? What do you know?" Billie asked.

"He definately has amnesia--he didn't remember me at all, or any of his childhood. He was taller than before--about the same height as me. He said that he was in a coma and had been up for 4 days...and he was told he was nursed back to health by his doctor--the bastard that took him away from us..." Billie and Mike looked at eachother.

"...We'll have to look into it...but the chances of you seeing him in a dream is very low..." Billie said.

"I swear to God it was him! He said so himself, and how many people do you know with the name 'Train'?" Mike nodded.

"You have a point."

If he really did see Train... Billie thought. God I hope I can see him again...