Ghosttrain (Paused?)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 04
Mature
A knife. A murder. A train.

Arxia hadn't wanted to evade the court, but they had no other choice. They had been found guilty of two counts of first degree murder, when one count of third degree murder and a stay at a mental hospital would have been sufficient. 

Volksterror is lost in America, a German-Russian Concept such as him shouldn't be found in Minnesota. But that's exactly where he found himself to be.

That's where the train comes into play.

Ghosttrain, or as the conductor says, "Prizug," is a trans-continental diesel train that travels without tracks, and isn't visible to those that aren't in need of an escape.

A Concept and a convict, both trying to right the wrongs that had been done to them while riding on the Ghosttrain. But when they get off and try to stay off, the train keeps coming back. 

Is this really a typical train? Or is this "Prizug" something much, much worse and systematic?
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