My Little Pony: Origins.
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Chapter One.
The Robbery.
January 8th 1959, Bank of England, London, United Kingdom. 12:39 pm.
''Stop them!'' A man cried, blowing a whistle as three men hopped into a black van before speeding off down the road followed by three Police cars.
''Borya, find a path to the rendezvous point.'' Said one of the men in the van, he had a thick Russian accent, he held onto his seat as the van darted between the traffic.
''I'm trying Dimitri.'' Borya replied, turned the steering wheel left and right as he dodged the traffic, he too had a Russian accent, ''Vlad, try and contact Osip and tell him, we're on our way.'' Dimitri said, ''Ok.'' Vlad replied, he also had a Russian accent, he pulled out a briefcase and opened it, a radar dish the size of a large coin popped up and turned around, finding and locking onto a signal.
''Osip, this is Iron Red, we're on are way.'' Vlad said, speaking into a microphone, ''Prep the Fowler.'' He added, the radar dish beeped as the signal was transmitted, ''Ok, Iron Red.'' Osip replied on the other end, ''The Fowler's boiler will be at pressure when you arrive, Iron Hawk out.'' Osip added, the signal shut down as the van sped through the city, trying to escape the Police cars as they sped through the streets of London, dodging other cars and people in the process, ''Vlad, where is the rendezvous point?'' Dimitri asked as the van sped into the borough of Camden, ''Well we're to meet Osip and the others at Skipton, but I got us a space on a Leeds bound goods train, we can then drive from the Leeds Hunslet Yard to Skipton.'' Vlad replied, the van sped over the Regent's Canal, ''We're meeting up with the goods train at Kings Cross Goods Yard.'' He added as the Police cars began to fall behind, as they thought they were in the clear, the back window got shot out, ''Christ!'' Borya said as he tried to avoid the bullets.
''We're almost there!'' Vlad said as the van passed a sign saying 'Kings Cross Goods Yard - Next Right.'.
''Hold On!'' Borya said as he turned the steering wheel hard to the right, the van turned sharply to the right before smashing through a wooden gate as it entered the yard.
''Hey! You can't be here!'' Said a yard worker as the van weaved between the goods wagon. The Police followed them, one car was hit by an oncoming train.
The van stopped by the goods train, ''Quick! Load the money and gold onto the train, I'll hold them off!'' Dimitri said, picking up a Type 56 AK47 and a handful of F1 grenades, ''This is for Mother Russia!'' He added, pulling the pin from a grenade and throwing at the police, it bounced along the ground and rolled under a Police car, ''Grenade!'' Shouted an officer, they jumped away as the grenade and the car explodes, the car bounced up from the force of the explosion, Dimitri then fired the AK 47 at the Police, ''Give Stalin my regards.'' He added, throwing another grenade at the Police causing another car to blow up, killing two Police officers in the process.
''Dimitri! The cargo is secure!'' Vlad said, pulling Borya up into the brake van, ''Ok!'' Dimitri replied, throwing the last grenade at a tanker full of petrol before jumping up into the brake van as the train pulled away. The tanker explodes, killing more Police officers.
''Oh right!'' They all said, high fiving each other as a second tanker explodes, killing the remaining Police officers, ''Argh!'' Borya yelped in pain as a piece of shrapnel shot through his leg, he placed his hand over the hole as they moved into the cabin of the brake van, Vlad lit an oil lamp to light up the cabin, the men sat down on the floor, ''Borya, are you alright?'' Vlad asked, Borya nodded, ''It's just a flesh wound.'' Borya chuckled, looking at his bleeding leg, Dimitri ripped off part of his coat and wrapped it around Borya's leg as a snowstorm outside began to form outside.
''Vlad, how long until we are at Leeds?'' Borya asked as Dimitri lit a small fire in a stove, ''well if we were on a express to Leeds it would take just under three hours, but where on a goods train which will stop to allow fast trains past, so about three to four hours maximum.'' Vlad replied, working out the math in his head.
''We're in for a long ride then.'' Borya said as the engine blew its whistle.
January 8th 1959, Hunslet, Leeds, United Kingdom. 17:09 pm.
The snow storm raged on outside as the goods train finally pulled into the Leeds Hunslet Yard, ''Guys, we're here.'' Borya said, nudging Vlad and Dimitri as the train came to a stop, they got up and yawned as Borya opened the cabin door causing a blast of cold air to rush inside. ''Ok, I'll get us a car or a van, you guys unload the gold and money.'' Vlad said, running off into the storm, Dimitri and Borya opened the door of the rear most van and started to unload the gold and money as quickly as possible. They finished just as Vlad arrived with a van, they smiled as he stepped out, ''Well, what do you think?'' Vlad asked as he opened the back doors of the van.
''It's just right.'' Borya said, loading the gold and money into the van.
They hopped into the ran and sped off as Police sirens played through the snow, ''How far to Skipton?'' Borya said as he drove the van along the road.
''It's about twenty eight miles.'' Vlad said, looking at a map of Northern England, ''It should take about fifty five minutes.'' He added as the van ploughed through the snow drafts
''Reminds you of home doesn't it?'' Dimitri chuckled, Borya and Vlad chuckled as well as they went past a sign, 'Skipton - Twenty Eight miles.'
January 8th 1959, Skipton, United Kingdom. 18:10 pm.
Osip paced up and down as the Fowler's safety valve popped, he looked up at the Fowler's number '43999' the numbers were written in a faded white.
''Where are those three idiots.'' He said, looking down at his watch, he looked back up as a yellow van with 'British Railways' written on the side stopped by the Fowler.
Dimitri stepped out of the van and Osip smiled, ''Good! Your here!'' He said as Vlad and Borya got out of the van. Three other men opened the back of the van and loaded the gold and money into one of the coaches.
''Osip, are the others here yet?'' Borya asked, Osip nodded as the last sack of money was loaded on board.
''So, this is what we're got?'' Borya asked, looking at the train which consisted of a Fowler 4f 0-6-0 tender engine with coal rails on the tender, three mark one TPOs used on traveling post trains and a GWR built toad brake van, Dimitri, Vlad and Borya hopped onto the first coach while Osip hopped into the cab on the engine.
The Fowler gave two sharp blasts of its whistle before slowly rolling out of Skipton and onto the mainline. The train turned right as it went over the point.
January 8th 1959, Garsdale, United Kingdom. 19:20 pm.
The snow storm began to pick up as the Fowler and its line coaches made its way through the Yorkshire dale of Dent Head, the storm sent blasts of cold air around the engine, covering the front in a blanket of snow.
''So we each got ten sacks with £1,000 in each sack and ten bars of gold then?'' Dimitri asked, the other men nodded as the engine blew its whistle again.
''Water trough.'' Osip said to the driver and fireman as they approached a flat stretch of track, the fireman placed his hand of a handle and span it round, making a scoop fold out from under the tender, causing water to spray out from under it as the water was forced up the scoop and into the tender, once it was full, the scoop was retracted.
Up ahead a signal man stood on watch waiting for a delayed express train to come past, he looked down the and saw a train coming towards the signal box, he took note of the headcode.
''Wait, a mail train isn't meant to be here.'' He said, he pulled a few levers, point blades moved over causing the train to be diverted off the mainline and onto a branch line. Osip, the driver and the fireman were unaware of this change until they noticed the double track mainline darting to the left as they started to climb a hill, Osip grabbed the brake lever and turned it as far as it would go but the brakes didn't respond, he turned it again but the brake still didn't respond. The Fowler picked up speed at it crested the top of the hill and started downhill, the weight of the three coaches and the brake van forced it to go faster.
Osip climbed up onto the tender, he walked along to the gap between the tender and the first coach, he looked down at the brake pipes and stepped down onto one of the steps on the tender, but the step was covered in ice, his foot slipped, he tried to grab something but alas it was late. He fell between the gap, he grabbed onto the screw link coupling but the force of the train ripped his arm off, leaving it hanging off the coupling as his body was torn to shreds by the wheels of the train.
Dimitri and the other felt the TPO jerk up, Vlad shot up and ran to the gangway door and saw Osip's arm hanging off the coupling, he looked up as the driver and fireman jumped clear, leaving the train a runaway.
''Dimitri! Help me with this!'' Vlad said, hopping up onto the tender and making his way to the cab, Dimitri followed him.
''Christ!'' Dimitri said as the train began swaying violently as it approached a tunnel, the track darted to the right, he tried the brakes but still no response, he then tried the regulator but found it jammed open by the ice, he also tried the cutoff but that too was jammed because of the ice.
The tunnel began to light up as the headlamps on the Fowler got closer, but then a large crack appeared in the space around the tunnel mouth, it ripped open causing the train to go through it, it snapped shut not long after. The train never came out the other end of the tunnel.
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A blizzard was raging as a large crack appeared in the air above a rusty and overgrown train track, the crack ripped open as the Fowler shot out followed by the TPOs and the brake van.
''What the fuck!'' Vlad said as they looked around, they were no longer in the United Kingdom. The Fowler continued to speed up, the old rails began to creak and sink from the weight of the train.
''What happened?'' Dimitri said, pulling the whistle lever down as a horse like creature stood on the tracks, the creature jumped out the way and shouted.
''Watch where you're going!'' It said as the Fowler shot past, Dimitri noticed that this 'horse' had a pair of wings on its back.
They looked up as lights from a town appeared through the snow, the train jerked to the left as it went over a set of points, the town darted to the right as the Fowler headed towards a forest.
''Oh shit!'' Vlad said as buffers appeared at the end of the line, he pulled the brake lever for one last attempt, the brakes locked onto the wheels but the Fowler slipped on some ice and was sent smashing through the buffers, stopping dead as it smashed into a large tree trunk, causing all of the men but Dimitri, Vlad and Borya to be killed instantly. Borya opened the gangway door as Vlad put out the coals in the firebox.
''What happened?'' Borya said, picking up his AK47, he shut the gangway door up and jump down onto the snow covered ground.
''Stupid train derailed.'' Vlad said, hopping from the cab, they looked at each other as the blizzard began to die down.
A pair of green eyes watched them through the trees, a green acid like liquid leaked out of its mouth and landed on a rock, melting it, it moved its paw onto a twig, making it snap.
''Who's there!'' Borya said, putting his figure on the trigger, Dimitri and Vlad stood behind him as a pair of green eyes stepped out of the shadows, revealing that it was a wolf made of wood.
''What the fuck is that!'' Vlad said, Borya pulled the trigger, the bullets made mince meat of the beast's legs, it fell over and fell apart, Borya continued to fire the gun until all the bullet were gone, he threw the gun to the side.
''Christ!'' Dimitri said as two more wolves appeared from the trees, they leapt at him and Vlad and ripped them apart, leaving Borya alone.
The wolf that Borya shot reassembled itself and stared at him, he pulled out a knife as it opened it jaw. It screeched as it leapt at him.
End of Chapter One.