[Honestly? I didn't think I'd go back to this kind of stuff, I mean FanFic. I started getting into actual, legitimate story writing and lost a lot of my enjoyment in writing these. I [was proven wrong when the urge to restart my entire story board with better technique and sharper plots came to me. I guess that anyone can be caught off guard by their [own urges. I do truly hope you enjoy my newer stories. Be sure to leave a review to tell me how I'm doing! -The Author
Out of the darkness came a voice, "You wish to try that all-too-fast tactic again, yes?"
"What else? I have nothing else to try."
"You have a lot more to try; take it slow this time."
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"... Fine."
A light in the darkness opens up to swallow them whole as he wakes up in the observation deck of a train, empty of all the passengers. Glad that he struck gold on the landing, Derek looked at what he was wearing. He had chosen something light weight, but not casual. He was clad in a black short-sleeved tee-shirt and a pair of grey cargo pants. Of course next to him lay his only disguise, a black face mask with a white spot in the middle... Yang. Now was a time that he wished he could become invisible and fly away, but alas. Derek coughed into his hand and saw that stubble had grown on his lip, "How ironic that I have awoken in the observation deck of a train, yet not observed."
Before him lay a mighty city's skyline with buildings twisting as they reached into the heavens or towers that tapered to a point, he saw no end to its strange beauty. Something's voice took him out of his gaze, "I heard coughing, is everything alright up there?"
Coughing is normal, though. Derek did his best to reply calmly, "Yeah, nothing's wrong up here."
"A'right, just making sure."
"Certainly odd," he whispered to himself as the train hurtled forward. How long this ride would be had him at a loss; the track seemed to just twist to and fro as if the main architect had gotten drunk designing it. He donned his mask as he noticed his not-so chiseled features reflected in the glass giving them chills about what would happen if anyone saw them. It was tempting for him just then to undo his pockets and see what he was given, but that would have to wait until they got off at the next stop. Derek did know about one thing he was given to help him with something that bothered most-if not all-travelers.
Derek popped one of his pocket buttons and felt for a bottle around a few... wires? Definitely wires. The rattle of crushed up dust pills told him he had it. Slipping out a bottle of sleep pills made him produce saliva on instinct. Feeling he had enough, Derek swallowed a pill and returned the bottle to it's place as he slipped into the embrace of sleep.
