"The men of the future will yet fight their way
to many a liberty that we do not even miss."
~ Max Stirner: The Ego and its Own, 1845.
It was late fall in Northern Canada, the leaves changing colours, and blowing away with the wind. A group of four teens were gathered up in a park not too far from town, two of them arguing about something stupid, another one of them was standing slightly away from the rest of the group smoking a cigarette. The last one of the men looked to the side and raised one finger to shush them. His clothes were all stained and held together with safety pins and dental floss sewn patches, his hair was curly, messy, unkempt, and black with a slight spot of green on the left side. He listened for awhile, the sound of a train horn pierced his ears; he started to smirk, then the man turned back to face the rest of his crew. " Ey, boys our rides here. " he announced with his raspy voice, as he pointed to the rising smoke in the air coming from the passing train. " Aight, follow me... " he said waving his hand for the others to follow his lead. His name is Vlad, he just kinda showed up one day without explanation, since then he started a band called the anar-cats, whom he sings for. The man who stood aways from the rest put out his smoke and went with them. This is Vincent, he grew up in this small town in an orphanage, he keeps to himself, becoming the bassist for the band after playing the instrument for 3 years prior. They all headed in the direction of the train, the leaves crunched underneath their feet as they ran. The leaves soon stopped and turned into puddles as they ran down an alleyway. While running across the street a taxi lightly bumped into the leg of one of the men following him. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a gun and points it at the taxi driver. " What the fuck you doin mothafucker! Watch where you're fucking driving bitch! " the man yelled. He jolted back and forth deciding to put his gun away and keep running in the direction of the train. That's Raymond, he's lived here for his whole life. He plays guitar in the band but isn't very good. While he was growing up he lived in a poor lower class family, so he tends to overreact sometimes. A taller man behind him pushed him forward " Hurry the fuck up. " he said. Raymond said nothing because he knew he would get his ass kicked if he did. Ah and finally there's Johnny, he moved to this town to live with his great grandfather after his father murdered his mother and tried to kill him too. Johnny is their drummer, since he is the muscle of the group no one else messes with him. As Vlad ran across the street Vincent followed while dodging cars. " You guys need to hurry the fuck up! " Vlad yelled as they ran down the alley way " We can finally get out of his fucking town. " he thought. The train was just in front of them now, they could see it through the trees. They ducked down so that they wouldn't be spotted by the Bull. Now when most people hear the word bull they think of a male bovine animal, but in this case it is referring to the police officers who guard the railroad. Their eyes peered through the trees, Raymond spotted a man in an orange safety vest walking around. " Oh shit... " he said but was cut off as Vlad covered Raymond's mouth with his hand, looking over at him while raising a finger over his own mouth. " Shh.." he whispered slowly. The train started to move again, but the man was still looking in their direction. When the train started to pass by where they were hiding the officer turned around and headed to his office. Vlad was the first one to make a run for it, followed by Vincent, then Raymond, and finally Johnny. They all made it into an open boxcar, everyone started to get comfortable for the long ride, while Vincent was hanging off a ladder attached to the side of the boxcar. After a couple hours of riding the rails a light snowfall began to come down in little white specks while a cold breeze whistled through the open boxcar. " It's f..ff..fff.. Fucking freezing in here! " Raymond said as he held down his coat over his shoulders. Vincent stood by the opening of the boxcar and stared at the trees passing him by as the train continued on down the tracks. He pulled out a cigarette and lighter; calmly he stood there and smoked, without making a sound. The others had their own way of making the time pass, Vlad was fast asleep in the corner using his bag as a makeshift pillow, Johnny sat there sliding his knife against his honing steel.
