CHAPTER TWO

CB was forced forward onto his knee's before Electra's throne, where he was happily reclining. The caboose glared back at Krupp who had pushed him to the floor, then shifted his attention back to the Electric Train.

"Nice of you to join us CB." Electra smirked at the caboose, who just pouted in return. "Sorry if we disturbed you…beauty sleep."

"No amount of sleep in the world could fix that train wreck." Volta chuckled at Joule. CB simply closed his eyes and gave a "Hmf."

Electra rose to his feet, sauntering over. "Down to business CB. You are to race with me tomorrow."

"And if I refuse?" CB snapped, causing Volta and Joule to gasp at the thought of someone defying their master.

There was a moment of silence- The electric engine and caboose stared hard at each other. Then there was a loud sound, like a clap of thunder and CB went flying to the side with a scream. Electra gave a smirk, his hand still raised in it's finishing stance.

CB gave another cry of pain as his red painted cheek grew even redder. Tears welled in his blue eyes as the stunning pain crept over the right side of his face. Gritting his teeth, CB tried as hard as he could to remain strong and glare directly at the glittering engine.

Electra however remained different as he began to study his nails, now not even looking at CB when he talked. "You /will/ race with me or, trust me when I say, you'll be in the scrap yard by the end of the week."

CB gave a small cough as his throat nearly closed up with fear. "You can't just treat other trains like this!"

The Electric components all gave a laugh. "CB," Electra chortled. "That is what we call being Hypocritical. Now I need to recharge for tomorrow." He gracefully turned on his wheels, Volta and Joule obediently came to his side.

"Master," Wrench said looking at Caboose then to Electra. "What should be do with the Caboose?"

The electric train stopped, pouting slightly. "Do what you want with him, as long as he can race, I don't really care." Then he and the two female trucks disappeared into the back. CB paled at Electra's words, he was in serious trouble. Getting to his wheels he began to skate backwards heading towards the door.

Krupp smirked. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Look guys this has been fun, but I should be headin' back…." CB said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Master said we could have some fun. That doesn't happen very often." The armaments truck advanced towards the caboose. "So why don't you stick around for a while?"

"Love to…r-really…." CB's eyes darted back and forth around the room. "Maybe we could get together for a drink sometime fellas…b-but, heh, right now I'd like to head back to the...the yard."

Krupp stopped, his smirk widening. "Awh, look Purse, the caboose is frightened of us."

"How sweet," Purse replied sarcastically rolling his eyes. He was still annoyed that Electra had chosen a caboose over him or one of the other components. The sudden sound of metal banging caused CB to jump slightly. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Wrench had closed the main door and locked it heavily. She dusted off her hands after throwing the key to Krupp, who caught it single handily.

"You boys have fun," she said skating over to another door. "I'm going to sleep so try to keep it down." And with that she disappeared into her room. Now the caboose had no way out.

Again CB jumped as in that swift moment Krupp had advanced forward and was standing only a foot or so away. CB gave a gasp of surprise, rolling back a bit more, but the armament truck followed. "Krupp…heh, buddy? Come on- y-you don't wanna hurt me…"

Krupp tilted his head, still sneering. "Oh I /really/ do."

That was the final straw for CB, he quickly turned on his wheels, hurdling to the door, he grabbed the padlock and attempted to yank it off. When it didn't budge he began to bash his fists on the door, causing loud, echoing sounds while yelling for help, praying the patrol train was about.

Suddenly a cold hand slipped over his mouth and another about his waist, silencing and pulling him back smoothly away from the door. "Shhhh…" Krupp whispered, his lips brushing CB's ear. "Now, be quiet." His head dropped from around CB's waist but in it's fall it brushed over CB's codpiece causing the caboose to tense up.

The armament truck placed his hands on CB's shoulders, turning the caboose around to face him. He put his cold fingers to CB's cheek and softy tracked down his face, along his chin and down his neck. The caboose closed his eyes giving a whimper.

"Purse, you should feel his skin, it's so smooth." Krupp commented, repeating the action but slower.

The money truck again rolled his eyes. "I don't want anything to do with that damn caboose. You do what you want."

"Oh trust me I will. But Purse…." Krupp rolled around behind CB, one hand going about the Caboose's waist, the other going over his shoulder and gripping his chin, forcing CB to look at Purse. "Look at him." The money truck's green eyes slowly wandered over to the pair. "Stop bottling up your anger, Purse, and take it out on the thing causing it."

Another whimper of "no please" escaped CB's lips. Purse looked intently at CB, some how finding release in his pained expression. Silently, the money truck glided over to the two. The caboose flinched as Purse placed a hand on his cheek. The corner of the truck's mouth twitched. His hand came back and harshly came back down on CB's already throbbing cheek, making the caboose cry out again. He stayed in place as Krupp held his arms behind his back. Again Purse smacked down on CB's cheek and again, till Purse's sour expression turned into a look of pleasure and his eyes roared with excitement.

"This is going to be an entertaining night…" Purse said, as he saw his sinister looking face reflecting in CB's glistening blue eyes.