So the site (and my laptop) decided to mess with me by deleting this chapter right after I finished it :( So my apologies for its brevity, or if Paxton is OOC in any way.
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It was dark. And quiet. Paxton recognized that. It was horrible, that sense of dread that came with it.
As Arry and Bert lead him into the Smelters Yard that night, he knew what was coming next. His friends had all faced this before, and now it was his turn. It terrified him. What came next? Eternal sleep? Darkness? A void? Heaven? Hell? Should he be afraid at all? He would never know until he experienced it firsthand, he always said to himself.
Well, now here it was.
"Won't Diesel X let me speak with him?" He asked desperately.
"No, so just be calm." Bert replied curtly.
"Edward, Thomas, James and Percy, and Diesel...all have died from underhanded, corrupt, fiendish injustice," He looked up at the sky wistfully, as if he was trying to find his friends amongst the stars. "Well, you guys- if your angry souls are witnessing this moment through the clouds, enjoy the revenge—go on, laugh at me! I deserve it...and I'm sorry..." Hot tears streamed down his face, full of guilt, sorrow, and shame.
The irony of it all was too much. And he only had himself to blame. He should've known better- did he really think that he could outrun Diesel X and his goons and actually escape? He felt stupid. Even more so because he believed that Diesel X had his back buffers. He was very naive, indeed, but he had never fully paid the price for this trait until now.
"This is All Souls' day, isn't it?" He asked the twin diesels abruptly.
"Um, yes, it is." Arry replied, confused at the strange question.
"Why, then, it's my doomsday." Today I'm going to get what I said I wished would happen to me if I was ever false to Diesel 10... This is the day I'm going to get what I wished for when I wished that the person I most trusted would betray me." He looked to the diesels behind him, not knowing whether they were bored or in awe by his speech. "This...dying on All-Souls' day, too.. wow," He chuckled, both nervously and softly. "Just desserts...I suppose."
He smiled woefully. "It's funny- Arry, Bert-God forces the wicked to turn against themselves." The smile wilted away as he realized that George's curse had come true. Everything he professed had come true. And that was terrifying.
"When Diesel X has split your heart in two with grief, you'll know that George was a prophet." The words seemed to echo and swirl around him, like the thick fog of the Smelters Yard. The words were literally haunting him right now, and eating up his soul. If what was to come to didn't kill him, those words did it all. But it was coming, and it was time to face it.
He looked forward with a steely, yet, calm resignation in his eyes. "Come on, guys," He told Arry and Bert. "Send me into this fire of shame. I have done wrong, so I will suffer wrong. I have been blamed because I deserved to be." He seemingly adjusted himself for what was to come. Here it was- finally. It was all ending, and he was prepared for it.
And so, with a shove from Arry and Bert, into the flames of the Smelters he went.