Who's Razor?
My mind wondered, the train journey was long and the scenery seemed to blur into a green wave, replicating the movement of the sea. The tracks had not been cleaned for a while, making the journey uncomfortable and seem longer than it should be.
I drifted into a world of dream, colours interlinked into swirling patterns, bringing shapes out of the darkness, creating a world of unique personality. The light changed dramatically in the carriage causing me to wake up, there was an incredibly bright white light opposite me, flickering on and off. I blinked a few times adjusting my eyes, noticing the change in scenery. We were now in a dark tunnel, the brickwork was created in the up-most quality, in a rich red colour.
Other passengers, supposedly travelling to the same destination, were sleeping. A tall, dark-haired business-man in the corner had his feet up on the table opposite him and a woman was snoring at full capacity of her lungs. I lent back into the chair and sighed...
A few minuets passed and Lauren awoke from her nap, nudging Alleisha in the progress. A small drop of hell let loose as they whined at each other. I sat there watching the miniature argument, giggling to myself, these were usually play-fight arguments, and highly amusing. They both wanted to be engineers of sorts, and were on their way to Kras City to do a beginners course on-site. Its something to do with working under pressure and before deadlines, saving vehicles from utter destruction, and bringing them into better form than before. I wasn't interested in this field of things, I was merely tagging along to finish my art coursework, sketching different landscapes, I did a country landscape near where I live, and now I wanted to do a more industrial scene, somewhere a bit bizarre.
The train came unexpectedly to a halt, slamming me back into my seat, and throwing Lauren and Alleisha forwards, into the table positioned in front of us. Everybody winced in unison as they adjusted themselves back into their seats.
Only being 21 years of age, it was my first major adventure out of my home country, so I was obviously nervous, but incredibly excited at the same time. The train still hadn't moved and I began to wonder what was going on. I turned to face Alleisha;
"What do you thinks going on?" I asked, faffing about with our train tickets.
"I haven't got a clue, maybe we've just broken down, or the train driver's died" Lauren replied, taking a bite out of a rich-tea biscuit.
"She wasn't talking to you" replied Alleisha, " Anyway, at this rate were going to be late... and first impressions are everything..." I rolled my eyes an took a sip of my drink. I was beginning to get restless, we had been sat there for 45 minuets, with no sign of movement and I was beginning to wonder what was going on in the carriage net door. I stood up and brushed myself down and nodded at Lauren and Alleisha. They both knew by this nod, that I was off to see what was going on.
I came to the door into the next carriage, and walked through. The next carriage was exactly the same as ours, everybody was sat there wondering what was going on. I walked past, into the following carriage. But everything in here, was not the same as the others. There were people screaming, crying and a few of them hyperventilating. People began to open the doors and get out onto the tracks, climbing onto the concrete verges opposite. I ran to the front of the carriage, in the hope of finding some useful information. I found the young co-driver of the train, curled up on the floor, sobbing. I knelt down next to him and leaned in closer.
"What's going on?" I asked, my voice fragile and sympathetic.
"He's dead" he sobbed, over and over again, rocking backwards and forwards. I stood back up, an ran straight down the carriages, into the last one, in which Lauren and Alleisha were waiting.
"We've got to get out of here" I screamed, ushering them up. Immediately they leaped out of their seats and followed me to the door. Many of the other passengers in our carriage followed too. Jumping out of the door we made a short sprint to the concrete verge, joining the other passengers.
We sat there, with nothing. All of our luggage was still on the train.
I lay down in the scorching sunlight, thinking if this trip would ever get any better. A scream shattered the silence, I felt my heart leap out of my chest and sitting bolt upright, I saw a small explosion coming from the driving carriage, throwing debris into the air. The flames quickly spread through the remaining carriages, burning all of our possessions. We now had no way of contacting anybody, let alone contacting home, or the place in which we were staying. The emergency services came rushing to the edge of the track, ambulances, fire engines and a handful of police cars. Everything was happening to fast it was hard to believe. We were moved out of the way of the tracks, into a large open-plan shopping centre and told to make our own way.
This was insane, neither Lauren or Alleisha had their mobile phones with them on the trip, and mine had just been melted in an extremely unlikely train fire, along with suspected murder.
We began to walk out of the large crowd, staring at the pavement, with nothing to say. Everything so far this trip that could go wrong, has. Its was looking bleak. Lauren glanced at the time:
"Oh my..." she said, slowly, pronouncing every letter firmly and looking up to face us, " Its quarter past nine..." Everything just got worse, we were supposed to be in Kras City by Eight, and at the Garage by Nine. We carried on walking in the direction of the taxi zone, if anything, paying for a taxi would be the least of our worries. After waiting for a few moments, one turned up, all to happy to take us to our abstract destination. Another long journey.
I noticed going along the road, that there were no traffic lights, or stop signs, or speed limit warnings along with speed cameras. This confused me, I thought it was basic law to have these along public roads. But before I could ask anything, the driver piped up.
"So, are you girls on your way to the championships then? There starting in a few weeks time. That Razor fellow is a strapping young chap, best thing that ever happened to that Mizo's team, although they've never lost a championship, they have to keep their guard up, looking out for new competition and what not.. Couldn't do it myself..."He had a very thick northerners accent, along with a slight lisp. I was about to reply when I turned to my left, seeing that Lauren and Alleisha were both biting their lip to try and stop themselves from laughing. I shook it off, and continued to take in the industrial scenery. Then it struck me, my art coursework was on the train, burnt to a cinder. I thought it was rather pointless going to only get half of it done, maybe when I get there, I'll start from scratch, and be aided by memory. The driver adjusted in his seat;
"We'll have to pull over for a moment girls, looks like the lads are out on a practice lap of the loading docks." A large, slim-line red and black car shot past us at high speed. " Ah, that'll be Razor, girls, beating the record again I presume."
"Who's Razor?"I asked, unknowing of anything around this domain.
"Who's Razor? WHO'S RAZOR? My gosh girls, your not from around here now are you? You need a bit of educating then, Razor is not only incredibly ignorant and stuck-up, but he just happens to be the best racer known to Kras City. He's been trashing track records for the past couple of months."
"Oh. Okay" I replied, feeling as if I had been put into my place quite firmly. I took one look at the other two, and settled down for the journey ahead.
