An Island too far
By Rhysicus Productions
Chapter 1 – The Portal
Gary Bedford was just a normal man, from the south Wales area. His tall muscular body and slender long hair thrilled the ladies he encountered, he had quite a reputation in the area. However, sex was the last thing on his mind, tonight especially.
The little Hyundai Getz thundered down the road, screeching on every corner. It wasn't built for such speed, or such rough treatment. Gary wasn't in the mood for formalities however, as he was being pursued. His attacker was giving chase in a powerful rally car, a Subaru, built to be thrown around like a ragdoll. The assassin seemed relentless, and each time he caught up, he tried his best to throw the little Getz off the road. The car skidded around one final corner, and onto a long straight. This was the moment the assassin had been waiting for. With a steep embankment on the left hand side, and a cavernous valley lying below on the right. He urged his already screaming car onwards, smashing the little cars bumper off. Gary thought hard, how could he ditch this assassin? His answer was soon at hand, as he saw a sign for a level crossing.
"Perfect!" he thought, and he forced his car onwards. As he reached the crossing, the barriers were closing. He slowed down, causing the attacking car to rear end him. As he recovered, he did the stupidest thing in his life. He turned hard to the right, and sped off down the railway line. The poor little car barley managing to roll over the sleepers and ballast. He soon realised his mistake when the attacking car had vanished.
He stopped the car, and examined his mirror. He sat, panting. A thousand questions filled his mind, but sadly none of them could be answered, as the instant he knew, he was hit by a train.
Silence, followed by a bright light. Is this heaven? The light dimmed a torch? He was lying on the side of the track.
"This is it, Mr Bedford." Said a voice, it sounded deep, almost Scottish. "You survived the impossible, but sadly for you, it is impossible to survive a knife through the heart"
Gary franticly tried to stand up; a shearing pain thundered through his chest, he sank to his knees, coughing blood. As the attacker lunged towards him, he charged into him, he felt the knife sink into his body, deep into his abdomen. He remembered the stories of courage his father had taught him, and pulled the knife from its lodging, and threw it into the Forrest.
The attacker laughed. "Don't worry; I have plenty more where that came from"
Gary's sight became blurred; he fell to his knees again, this time, in the 4 foot of the railway line. The attacker grabbed his hair, and forced his head backwards. Gary felt the blood trickling down his throat. Maybe he would drown before the final plunge into death?
The attacker looked up, a mysterious noise, one Gary knew well. A typical Great western high chime whistle valve. The attacker looked more amused than concerned. "It seems your fate is on schedule" he whispered into Gary's ear, and knelt down next to him. He forced his head to look at the oncoming thunder. A steam engine thundered down the line, its headlamps shining brightly. Gary knew it was the end.
He didn't even brace himself for the impact.
The white light again, the whistle, a long fall. He must have passed on. He was staring up at a white light. Once again it was a torch; once again it was the attacker.
Chapter 2 – life or death?