Point Of No Return

All Aboard

          Rodrick set the weight of his foot onto the first step of the train, wincing in pain as he pulled himself the rest of the way in. The firm grip of his left hand on the strap of the bag was opposite of his right hands, which loosely applied pressure to the wound on his chest. Lurching forward, he tackled the other two-thirds of the steps and collapsed onto the cold hard ground of the train.  He shortly rose to his feet, stumbling into a train car after sliding it's door open. He passed a young woman on his left, pregnant, probably around his age. In an attempt to not seem suspicious, he continued to walk, passing the darker skinned man on his right as well. A few rows later, he managed to plop down onto a seat and closed his eyes, releasing the burden he'd carried with him for the past few hours. "Fuck." He exhaled before drifting off.

          Tracy sat on the ripped material that Amity Railroad Company called 'leather'. Her pregnant stomach was obvious, yet at the same time completely hidden from spectators. However, she felt the pain of it, emotional and physical, as the life that sat in her stomach feared for it's future, hoping it's father would reach it before it's mother reached the abortion clinic. Of course, the feelings of the baby were absent from her mind as she glanced at the odd looking man who had entered the train car and traveled to a seat beyond her and her fellow passenger. She smiled slightly as the word 'Fuck' was whispered a little louder then he had probably intended.

          Louis sat in the incredibly comfortable seats of Amity Railroad Company. The jeans he wore suffered from a few minor tears here and there, which stood out against his olive green bomber jacket, which rested in pristine condition over his grey v neck t shirt. His hair seemed both well-kempt and dirty at the same time, a difficult feat to pull off. His wallet was in his hand, and a few singles were removed from the underlying stack of twenties and fifties. He quickly shoved the wallet back to his pocket when he heard the door behind him swing open. He attempted to seem zoned out as to avoid potential interaction, and was a little too successful. His attention was elsewhere until the quiet exclamation of the word 'fuck' crawled to his row. He exhaled slightly, turning back to the window.

          Roughly ten minutes into the diverse groups journey, the conductor entered the car, walking down the aisle the way Rodrick came. He first stopped at Tracy, who handed him cash despite having a train pass on her. Louis did the same, as if he had another option and received his ticket as well. 

          "Rise ad  shine pal." The conductor spoke, patting Rodrick's seat. The young man woke up and coughed a few times before looking up at the conductor, who examined the young man and took a step back. "Am I gonna need to...call someone?" She spoke, causing Rodrick to reach into his bag and remove a stack of 100 dollar bills, throwing it at her chest and watching her hands firmly wrap around it. She looked back at the door she came in and shook her head, pushing the money into her jacket. "Don't get that damn blood on my seat." She ordered, walking into the next car.

          "What, you rob a bank or something?" Tracy spoke. Louis again was called back to the real world, looking over at the bloody man and then at the girl questioning him.

          "Yeah..." Rodrick began. "I did."