Some fan fiction I can't think of a name for yet because I can't name things.
Mello
The rain was coming down hard outside the train window and I sighed, I didn't even know why I'd bothered to get on this train. I wasn't going to pass my exams with top scores, that idiot Near would come out on top once again and I would just get another speech from my professor about working harder. I scowled; he acted as if I didn't already work my ass off to be second in the class. The train was shaking over the tracks and part of me silently prayed for it to tip just enough for me to fall out. I wasn't suicidal exactly but sometimes I did think about how it would be easier if I was dead. Or maybe I'd just been in this train for too long. My testing was being held in an old castle that had been converted into a large private school; of course traveling by train took longer. I was unable to afford a plane ticket so the train was my only option, it took several days to get from my home in England to a deep part of Germany and I was getting rather tired of being around these people. I had two loud Americans in the cabin next to mine, three very loud Irish men in the cabin on the other side, and a mix of thirteen other people from different countries. With a sigh I closed my textbook, leaning my head against the foggy window. The only person that remotely interested me on this train was a quiet red head who was around my age; he wore orange goggles and kept to himself, only coming out for food. He didn't talk to anyone or at least not that I'd seen. Red walked past me, I found my head automatically tipping to subtly look at his ass. Not bad. Not bad at all. Quickly I turned my head away, closing my eyes tightly; I didn't have time for things like that. A relationship of any kind would just mess with my emotions and get in the way of my education. My studies in surgery and physics were all I had and they would be for a long time. The train shook again, drawing gasps from the other passengers. I had to admit the shaking even made me nervous. Slowly I got up, making my way back to my cabin. It was about time for everyone to turn in—the train staff had a requested lights out time—and I wanted to get into my bed and take my sleeping pill before they all came in. Not bothering to change out of my uniform I sat on my bed, holding my bag in my lap. I could already hear my neighbors heading back to their cabin, it seemed that I wouldn't be getting a good night's sleep tonight. The train shook violently; I held my breath and clutched the small pole by my bed tightly.
'Trains shake Mello. You know that.' I tried to convince myself.
Swallowing hard I worked up the courage to peek out my window, we were over a large fast rushing river. Well no comfort there. I held my bag with all my things inside it tightly to my chest, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to ignore the noise of the river rushing below the train. I wasn't particularly fond of rivers. A large groan came from the gears and the lights began to flicker eerily as the train screeched to a halt. Through the thin walls I could hear my neighbors panicking and I felt it get to me. My heart pounded in my chest, only relaxing when the train slowly started up again. We continued on the rickety tracks slowly, the gears still giving an unsettling groan now and then. The train attendants must have been disturbed by it too because they came over the loud speaker, requesting that we all stay in our cabins. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the plaque that I knew every train had inside that said when the train was made. I found it next to my small bed stand, it read in calligraphy letters: Eighteen Eighty. I nearly threw up; this was an old train, a very old train.
'They would've done repairs you idiot. They wouldn't just use a train as it was that was built in the eighteen hundreds.'
Somehow I couldn't get myself to believe that even though it was logical thinking. Groaning I curled up in my small bed, clutching my bag tighter trying to relax. A sudden crack echoed through the air and screams rang throughout the cabins.
"The tracks are breaking!"
My heart pounded like a jack rabbit in my chest and I held onto the small pole like a life line, holding on as the train tilted from side to side. It was still moving at a high speed, the engineers trying to get us across the tracks before they broke completely. Loud cracks came from the front of the train and suddenly we were falling through the air, the train rushing towards the rocks below. Everything was so loud—the people screaming, sounds of the train breaking in the air, crunching metal and wood as some parts hit the ground—I could barely tell what was really happening. My train car crashed into the water, I held my breath and struggled to open the window; I had to get out before the car sunk to the bottom. The window slid down, I slid my bag out first but kept a hand on the strap, slipping out after it and quickly swimming my way to the surface. My head broke the surface and I gulped down air, some water went down with the deep breaths and I choked it back up. Wildly looking around I spotted a small piece of land not too far off. Swimming to it was difficult with the rapids being as fast as they were but I eventually made it. A few other people were climbing over the edge with me, all in various states of distress. One man had to be helped up, one of his legs twisted so far his knee was facing backwards. Somewhere deep inside of me I was relieved when I saw a familiar flash of red hair crawling up with a few others. They seemed to be the last ones though, sixteen of us out of almost two hundred passengers.
'Guess the student car was lucky…'
I helped Red and a woman gather everyone who was injured and patch them up as best as we could, although there were some we really couldn't help that well. One woman had cracked her head open rather grossly on a rock and the best we could do was wrap one man's over shirt around her head as tightly as possible. I wasn't confident that she would make it more than a few hours; the thought scared me more than I wanted to admit. All of us gathered in a small circle, no words being exchanged. We all knew we were in big trouble; we were stuck on a small patch of land at the bottom of a huge gorge. Even if a rescue team came looking for survivors would they think to come all the way to the bottom or would they only extend their search to the small cliffs up above? Red was the first one to speak up.
"We need to find out what we can do for food, we've already got a steady source of water." He gestured to the river. "Does anyone have anything on them? We can split it up evenly, it'll give us something while we find out what to do."
I held up my hand. "I have chocolate, plenty of it. It's not exactly the best thing but it's what I've got."
Another woman spoke up. "I have some saltine crackers. They should still be dry they were in an unopened package."
He nodded. "Good, see we're already planning." His voice was oddly soothing. "We can all get through this we just need to help each other. Everyone has to work together, no one can just think about their own survival."
I wasn't sure about the others but I agreed immediately, Red was calm and he had more of a plan than anyone else in our group. He pointed at me suddenly and I sat up a bit straighter.
"Name?"
"Mello."
"Okay, Mello you help me out okay? You and I are going to be sort of leaders."
No one argued which surprised me, usually in these situations everyone wanted to be the leader. Apparently no one here wanted to be responsible if we didn't make it. Slowly I stood and went over to speak with him, the two of us going into a corner of the piece of land to talk more privately. I crossed my arms, looking him over. He didn't seem to be too injured, just a few scrapes and bruises littering the parts of his skin that I could see.
"…where do we look for food? If you haven't noticed we're not exactly on an island filled with coconuts and fruits or animals."
He fidgeted, not making eye contact. "This is a nice sized piece of land yeah? There must be some way to get to some food. Maybe there are fish in the river. We already have plenty of sticks and scrap pieces of wood to make a fire and we can use broken parts of the train for shelter."
