A Tale of Four Characters
Chapter Three: CB
"Oh. where are they?!"
This question came from CB, the Red Caboose, as he watched the bridge above him anxiously. He checked his mental clock again. Yes. it was three o'clock. Three o'clock. where WERE those darned Rockies?
Every day CB made a special trip to this spot, and every day he was not disappointed. The Rockies ran like clock work.
"BYE BYE BUM!"
The Caboose watched in delight as a screaming hobo flew from one of the Rockies and plunged to his death below. Oh. he enjoyed pain. so long as it was happening to someone else, of course.
CB had never really understood masochism. Sadism, yes, watching someone else squirm about in pain, and that someone being another and not yourself, the Caboose understood that well enough. Being a sadist himself, he had to. But to enjoy pain in yourself. how. how could anyone be so sick?
He considered it as he rolled back to the train yard, as he always did, but as always, he could not find a reason.
CB considered going to the Diner, but that would only bring heartache. Dinah was there. Dinah. the one he loved, but would never love him. Oh. sometimes. CB wished he was a masochist so he could enjoy the pain.
But he was not. And now, with the just the thought of the beautiful Dining Car that he could never hold in his arms, he felt desire. The desire to cause pain. to hear someone's tortured cries.
Yes. he would go and torture someone. the only question was...
Who?
Chapter Three: CB
"Oh. where are they?!"
This question came from CB, the Red Caboose, as he watched the bridge above him anxiously. He checked his mental clock again. Yes. it was three o'clock. Three o'clock. where WERE those darned Rockies?
Every day CB made a special trip to this spot, and every day he was not disappointed. The Rockies ran like clock work.
"BYE BYE BUM!"
The Caboose watched in delight as a screaming hobo flew from one of the Rockies and plunged to his death below. Oh. he enjoyed pain. so long as it was happening to someone else, of course.
CB had never really understood masochism. Sadism, yes, watching someone else squirm about in pain, and that someone being another and not yourself, the Caboose understood that well enough. Being a sadist himself, he had to. But to enjoy pain in yourself. how. how could anyone be so sick?
He considered it as he rolled back to the train yard, as he always did, but as always, he could not find a reason.
CB considered going to the Diner, but that would only bring heartache. Dinah was there. Dinah. the one he loved, but would never love him. Oh. sometimes. CB wished he was a masochist so he could enjoy the pain.
But he was not. And now, with the just the thought of the beautiful Dining Car that he could never hold in his arms, he felt desire. The desire to cause pain. to hear someone's tortured cries.
Yes. he would go and torture someone. the only question was...
Who?
