One Night In Wisconsin - That 70's show

Dead man at the Train Station

Eric has been driving along the road for about 10 minutes now, and even though he is long gone from those men, anxiety was still with him. How does he know someone saw them tied up on the ground and pulled over to give them a ride? And they pointed to the direction where I'm heading? And it's not too long until they find me again and kill me? Million thoughts rushed into his head. Man, he didn't seem this anxious when he beaten up those guys. Maybe he was but sub-consciously tried not to act it so he didn't seem like a wuss. All he knew was that Red would be proud of him for this. It wasn't his first time either: he once beaten up a guy at a football game when he started insulting him and his dad. Yes, Red was a pain in his ass but he was still his dad, and he loved him. No one believed him when he told people about it, and the only witness he had was his dad and a bunch of Packer's  fan. Anyway since stealing the car he was a nervous wreck. The car would make loud clicking noises and that would frighten him every time. Not to mention it's really dark out and he was driving in the middle of nowhere where it was just a straight road, and farm land on the sides. He had to be close to a train station, because the gas tank is almost full, and he feared that the car will clonk out right in the worst situation: like for instance, needing to rush away if the hit men ever caught up to him. His fear came true when he noticed the engine rustling and the car slowing until it came to a halt. 

"No! No!" Eric groaned, banging the steering wheel. "Not now!"

Why didn't they fill it up before? Oh, that's right: they were too busy trying to kidnap young men like himself. Why didn't I think of that? I thought. Eric got out and first off looked behind him to see if anyone was coming. He tried pushing the car but he remembered, he was a weak person (like his friends always remind him). In fact, they'd probably be burning him_ right now if they were here, especially Kelso. And Jackie would probably mutter to Donna something about how she could do way better. He didn't need any of that right now... 

especially right now!

He wished there was a telephone booth around, then he can call somebody to pick him up, but I don't think anyone would want to drive all the way down here, 2 hours from home. So the only thing he could do right now was either keep walking down the road to find a petrol station or wait until a car comes. Well, option 1 is alright, but he could run into some killer and possibly the guys who kidnapped him. Option 2 seemed pretty safe, except the guys who tried to kidnap him could turn up again. But he stuck with option 2, as he knows it's unlikely since those guys were tied up. So he just sit in the car as waiting for at least a car that'll go past, but is seemed so long and Eric was starting to fall asleep, but a horn woke him up. He jumped up from his seat and looked around to see where that noise came from, and then he saw a light moving rapidly towards him. At first Eric was relieved, but then feared washed over him as he thought that it could be those guys. As the car came closer, Eric was biting his lip in worry, until he saw it was just a farmer driving in a car. As he came to a relief, the truck stopped right at him, and the man inside opened the door, looking rather confused.

"Howdie, young man!" The guy said. "Need a ride?"

Eric now wasn't sure if he should, since the last time he did it almost ended up with him having a gun to him, so it wasn't so easy to trust anyone else who came along. He just ended up nodding real slowly.

"Okay, in you get," The truck driver said, opening the door. Eric hesitated, but slowly shuffled into the truck seat as he closed the door once in. Then they took off.

***

The drive was pretty quiet, besides Eric telling this guy to drop him off at the nearest train station, and them introducing himself. This guys name was Jack, and he was just heading all the way back to Indianapolis. The guy even tried to start a conversation but Eric was too nervous to talk to this guy. 

"So... you going to see your friends and family, hey?" Jack asked.

"Yeah," I simply stated.

"Where did you go?" He asked, staring at me.

"Uh, went to Africa to teach for a year," I said. As soon as he said that, he couldn't believe it has been a year since he was away from Wisconsin. It seemed only like yesterday his friends and family were waiting by the Vista Cruizer, where everybody was giving him a farewell for his days in Africa, and when Hyde asked him to bring him back weed. Even Jack was thinking the same thing.

"A year?" He whistled. "That is a long time away from your home. You had to have missed your home, right?"

Of course he did! He missed Kitty's smothering, he missed Red calling him a dumbass, he missed Hyde ratting him out for drinking Red's beer, he missed Fez's creepiness towards ladies, he missed Kelso's stupidness and he missed Jackie's snobby personality towards everyone. But most importantly, he missed one girl.

That was Donna.

"Yeah, I missed my home," I finally answered. God, imagine how much things have change since he left. Of course Kelso would be still stupid, and Jackie was probably still the spoiled, rich girl she has always been. But he smiles, knowing he'll see them again in a few hours. Well, that's if he's alive by then. Small talk got us through the ride to the train station, and I thanked him as I got out of the truck, waved and he then drove off into the darkness ahead. At least there was light here, as he was spending most of the time in the dark, and it didn't help his anxiousness either. He climbed the stairs to the wooden platform, which was the train station. He walked over to the ticket box, where a scrawny, young man had his feet up, reading The Rolling Stones magazine. Eric had to clear his throat to get the guy's attention.

"Yes, can I help you?" The guy asked.

"Yes, when is the next train to Point Place arriving?" Eric asked. The guy checked some timetable on the wall, then his watch, then back at Eric with big, innocent eyes.

"Uh, at 2:00am," he said. Damn, that was in 4 hours.

"2:00!?" Eric yelped. There was no way he was going to wait 4 hours for a stinking train to take him home. But also, it was his only way of getting away from this nightmare. "There's none that comes earlier than that? Perhaps even an hour or something?"

The guy shook his head. "Nope, sorry."

The only thing Eric could do right now is sigh in frustration and wait. Maybe even catch up on some sleep he missed on the flight back. "Mind if I wait here?"

"No problem," The guy said. Eric shuffled over to the bench seat and laid down, trying to fall asleep. Maybe a part of him didn't want to sleep, since this has already been one terrifying night, there was no way he could trust anybody here to not kill him in his sleep. Even the guy at the ticket box could be some psycho. Except his eyelids took over, and soon enough he was asleep.

***

Eric woke up, and immediately checked his watch once he remembered he had a train to catch. It was 1:30, and he couldn't fall back asleep so he went to get a magazine at the ticket box but as he went pass he noticed the guy wasn't in the ticket box room anymore. To make sure, Eric stuck his head inside, but no sign of him. Looking around, Eric felt like running the hell away from this place. It was shady enough having only him and that guy there, but this was even creepier. It was only a really tiny train station, one where it was just a wooden platform. But as he went behind the ticket box room and saw what was behind, his heart skipped about 10 beats. He didn't expect to find a dead man bleeding his heart and brains out at the train station, but he also didn't expect the ticket box guy, who seemed like the nicest man ever, to be murdered for no reason. With all the blood spitting out of his body, Eric felt like throwing up. This was too much for him, and he needed to get the hell out of there before the guys who murdered this man murdered him also, and also it didn't take a genius to figure out who had done this. Eric took any key he could find and ran over to a car. Normally he would've picked the coolest looking car, but when his life was on the line like now, he couldn't give a rats ass which car looked cooler. Once the keys were in the ignition, Eric stepped on the acceleration and drove onto the straight road, going about 120km/h, a fast enough speed to get him away from that madhouse. He knew exactly who did this.