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Runaway train

a short story

By Dyllon RodillonPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

I wake up to bright florescent lights and loud noises. For some reason things are shaking, I think to myself "This feels like the hangover from hell. What the hell happened to me? The noise, the lights, and the movement means I have to be on the train. My eyes are still fuzzy, I'm blinking hard hoping to get my vision back. Thankfully after a few moments I'm able to open my eyes. From what I can see it is dark though outside, strangely dark. It is winter and I know this time of year is usually dark, but I can't identity anything outside through the windows.

For better or worse one else around, I'm seated with my wrists handcuffed to the metal bars beside me, I still have no idea what's going on. But there's no time to waste. Clearly nothing good comes out of a situation like this, unless... Kidding, kidding. I didn't even drink last night and Barbra is in San Francisco.

I shift my weight to my hands and pat my pockets: no phone, no ticket, nothing. My pockets are completely empty, great... It might be the grog but I swear this train is slowly but surely getting faster. I have to bring this train to a stop somehow so no one gets hurt. Luckily these handcuffs are easy to break if you know what to do, if I keep twisting my hands eventually the chains will become so entangled they'll be easy to snap with just a little bit of pressure. the cuffs will still be on my wrist, but at least I'll be free from the restraint. If this really is a runaway train I have to find a way to safely stop it before anyone gets injured.

I make my way through the cabs trying to make my way to the front. I need to get into the conductor's room. I was in the 4th cab, it's so weird no one's here. Usually the train is full, this time of night? still not entirely sure what time it is. All I know is this train is in fact getting faster and I need to stop it immediately. I try to kick down the door to the conductor's room but it just won't budge no matter how hard I kick, someone's wedged the door somehow. Luckily for me, there's a pane of glass right in the middle of the door. I break the glass will my elbow and reach through the glass to unlock the door. Then I notice directly below the handle to the door there's a metal pipe under the handle. Removing that I'm finally able to enter the room.

I'll be honest I know nothing about operating a train. I just know to try to find the E-brake. Lucky for me, this train is comically dated, the emergency brake literally looks like the break from "The Polar Express". I grab the handle and pull with all my might, shockingly after what felt like hours but probably only 2 or 3 minutes of pulling the train finally stops. I'm exhausted.

"Simulation complete" I hear from above. Then the doors to the outside open up, I'm in an abandoned airplane hanger. The train was never on the tracks for real. The images outside were completely simulated, which is why I couldn't identify where I was accurately. And I see a man standing by the entrance of the hanger.

"Was knocking me out really necessary, Bruce??" I ask "Train like you fight, Dick. I've been telling you this since you were nine. Besides, it was only a very mild sedative. No long lasting effects." Bruce responds. "Gee, that's really reassuring, Bruce" I state. "You did absolutely splendid if you ask me, Master Dick!" I hear from upstairs. "Thanks, Alfred." I respond smiling.

Bruce instructs me. "Rest up Dick, I'll solo patrol tonight. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt out there. Alfred will take you back to the Manor and help you rest. Good job tonight." "Thanks, Bruce. Alfred, on the way home I'm really craving some wings. If it works for hangovers it should help with whatever Bruce gave me." I say smiling as we walk to the limo.

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