The Great Locomotive Chase

Chapter 2

                          Unknown POV

It was a nice day in the low train station. That wasn't bad, but the fact that the city was so poor but the train station looked decent was a bit disturbing. I mean, who would take care of a train station more than their house? I guess these people.

There were loads of teenagers walking around with cases in their hands of clumps of those cases together with their items and bags. What are these kids going to do, put a show on for everyone in the train station? That would be a new one. I mean, there were about fourth cases all on the ground and in their hands.

I bet they could've gotten some good tips from people if they played.

Some of them looked decent, others looked weird, but most of them seemed to be having fun.

Then, a plump man was being surrounded by some people, I'm guessing parents, and seeming to be happy to talk to all of them.

The tain gave out a proud whistle, still a bit strange for this town, and some of the teens started to get onto the train. It seemed like they didn't know what it meant. Some of them went to the front of the train and did a hand motion, like children telling a passing truck to honk their horn.

Another proud whistle was produced from the train by the teenager's actions, and some of them started to laugh. Others cheered happily while some screamed for the heck of it.

Then without another action of doubt, they all started to grab their items and get onto the train. But the man didn't move at all.

After a few minutes of the kids being on the train, the train let out some steam and started on its merry way, like they would any other day.

Sir plump, I called him, went running after the train.

"HEY! HEY! STOP THE TRAIN!"

Many heads in the train station turned immediately when they heard the man yell those words and they all saw the train taking off on the tracks, like it was running from Satan himself.

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MY STUDENTS?! STOP!"

Heads started to pop out of the right windows, multiple at a time, and some going back into the car and coming back out to get a better look. Many of them looked confused, and it was understandable. Their train was moving, and they seemed to be the only ones on it.

One of the heads popped back in like many of the others, but it didn't seem to be of any notice. Many of them were poking their heads in and out of the windows, but they didn't return to the window nor go to another window.

A few scream where heard, people asking questions to each other, and then one person yelled a question that caught everyone's attention.

"WHAT'S SHE DOING ON THE TRAIN?!"

The man was pointing right towards the car that a good portion of the heads were sticking out of. And there, on top of it all, was a girl in a dull purple t-shirt and blue jeans. A white jacket with some black stripes was tied around her waist. She had black hair put back in a ponytail with golden skin that gave off the a vibe that screamed "Asian!", but I wasn't completely sure. Just standing on the train like nobody's business, and wobbling a bit when the train was making little jerks to get moving.

But nobody dared to go on.

When the train jerked or lunged forward, she would crouch down a bit, putting one hand slightly on the roof of the train, then standing up again with a stoic face. It was like she knew something, or maybe she was trying to figure something out. Wasn't like it was actually important.

Trying to get on a train was like trying to grant a death wish. Nobody would dare threaten their own life to save them. Even if they were teenagers.

I smirked, the plan was going just right. But that girl did seem to be a problem, and quite a bit of one. If she were to willingly get on the roof of a moving train car, then she might be willing to do more if she could or had to.

She had to be stopped at all costs. But maybe she could help us. Someone like her could be very useful, if she could be manipulated.

With that, I started to sprint toward the caboose of the train, and at the very end of the train station, I jumped onto the train car, halfway clinging off of the car.

Part one had been set into motion, part two was just about to start.