The train plowed smoothly over the tracks. All the mice were in small boxes bolted to the bottom of the Train. In the seat in the farthest left corner, sat Tanya, resting her head on Johnny's shoulder, smiling as she slept. Johnny was too sad to sleep. Hours earlier, he watched his parents die, while he sat on the sidelines, doing nothing about it.
"Don't worry Johnny," said Mama, "there was nothing you could do,"
"Mrs. Mousekowitz?" asked Johnny,
"Call me 'Mama'"
"Why?"
"Because you will marry my daughter; I know by the way you fought that rat to keep her safe, despite of your cowardly nature."
"Yeah Johnny, lighten up." Nina's jade eyes opened up,
"Coward you may be, but we all saw you beat the Rat Prince to save her." Fifvel came and sat next to Johnny,
"You two play nice," he said, "Mister and Misses Chapmen,"
"You may as well call me by name," said the teen mouse. When suddenly, the train bolted to a stop. All the mice woke up confused. The Rat King came into the room, sword at his hip. He sniffed,
"I smell a murderer," he said, and cast a cold and vicious gaze Johnny's way, "YOU!" he shot a massive paw toward Johnny, grabbed his neck, and hoisted him up with one hand. Tanya's head hit the seat,
"Ow," she woke up to see Johnny being strangled by The Rat King.
"PUT HIM DOWN," she shouted, but was soon greeted by a kick from The Rat King. Anger flared behind Johnny's eyes, as he started to punch The Rat King with his newly balled fist. The Rat King used his free hand catch Johnny's fist,
"You're digging your own grave, boy." He then released Johnny, who hit the floor hard.
"Leave him alone," shouted Nina,
"Yeah," said Tanya, "he was right to kill your brother."
"Shut up, you broads," Suddenly, Johnny threw an uppercut into The Rat King's chin,
"DON'T YOU EVER, CALL MY FRIENDS 'BROADS' AGAIN!"
"It is clear to me," said The Rat King, "That you three wish to die." He made his huge hand into a formation, and whistled, a rat poked his head into the window,
"Yes, your majesty?" he said,
"Bring me my weapons cart."
"Yessir," said the rat. Everyone soon heard squeaky wheels turning. There was a cart that once belonged to a janitor."
"Each of you," said The Rat King, "pick a weapon." Tanya came and pulled out a light rod of wood,
"A quarter staff," said the massive rat, "excellent choice." Nina came and pulled out a thing that could pass as a hook,
"A curved Scimitar, dandy weapon." Johnny pulled out a sword,
"That's Prince's sword," said the king with disgust, "but he's no longer around to use it; thanks to YOU. YOU may as well take it, put it to good use." Without warning, the massive rat lunged at the three teens. There were sixty solid seconds of fighting. Naturally, the three were defeated.
"As a constellation prize," said the rat, "you may keep those weapons; practice up for our next encounter." He then threw the three out of the box, one by one. Then he randomly threw Fifvel out. The Rat King fled, and the train continued its journey.