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Warmth, softness. Shes in my arms. Suddenly she's so there, so incredibly,
painfully present. Her cool blue metal frame, bouncy and resilient,
pressing against mine. She's smiling, letting me bask in her unbearable
sweetness. Her deep brown eyes see only me, her hair, smooth thick
tendrils of rusted copper brushes against my cheek like the wings of a
butterfly. Her tiny, delicate wheels spin about excitedly as I lift her
up, and she kisses me. The sweet smell of bread baking inside of her.
And... And...
Where in Starlight did that come from? I blink. A moment of blankness,
sweet sensory deprivation, and the visions fade. I'm back, off the track
in more ways than one, crouched behind the cool leaves of a fluorescent
bush. Watching. Just watching. It's not a crime. It's not breaking any of
the rules they've set for me. Nobodies getting hurt. There's no clanging
of metal, no crash, no fire. Nothing is lost. My eyes don't dent her
checkered blue frame. I'm just watching. it's really very boring.
I'm allowed to watch Dinah. Starlight knows she watches me. Everyone does
now. They're all expecting something, and they're right to. I can't stand
being so good. I'm back into wide smile mode, but everyone sees through
it. Chaos just doesn't work when everyone's expecting it. They wont let me
so much as hitch myself behind an engine, or be on my own for more than a
few hours. They keep me away from sharp pointy objects, big dull
bludgeons, flammable things... But they don't keep me away from Dinah.
She's not dangerous, and besides, she doesn't even know I'm here.
She's standing still, waiting for her engine. She sparkles, shines in the
bright sunlight. She's smiling, stupid, oblivious. There's only one thing
on her mind, and I know it. That steamer... diesel... whatever the heck
he's supposed to be. Her engine, her Greaseball, her obsession. The little
idiot's world revolves around him. She worships him. She lives for him.
He's not so perfect. I've seen him yelling at her, berating her. "Shut it
Dinah". I hate it when he says that. I hate it when he gets angry at her.
He has no right. She doesn't see what I see though. She sees her perfect,
beautiful, engine of love. Starlight I wish I were him.
"Greaseball!" She suddenly shrieks, as he comes down the tracks to
retrieve her. She throws her arms around him, kisses him. She's as much a
groupie as she is a girlfriend. She's doing it on purpose. She is! She
must know I watch her... she should know. I should tell her. Maybe I'll
tell her. Give her a good scare, that would. She'd know the red caboose
was watching her, stalking her, lurking in the shadows under her bed.
She'd understand everything, and go running towards Greaseball. Maybe I
should tell her, and just watch her run.
She has every right to fear me. I'm the villain. I scheme, I destroy. I
sit with her while she cries. I wipe away her tears, and tell her
everything is going to be alright. I stay with her until she smiles, and
I'm sure she's going to be okay. I nearly destroy the engine that makes
her cry, take him out of her life forever. I protect her. She should be
afraid of me.
She hitches up to him with a ditzy giggle, and skates off with him,
smiling as though life is perfect. Maybe she thinks life is perfect, but
it isn't. She's perfect. She's the only thing that is. Greaseball doesn't
deserve her. He has no right to her. He has no originality. Oh yes, he's
the tough guy, he can make the little engine that could quake in fear. He
can't do half the things I can though. He can't mangle, and destroy, and
deceive. The world doesn't turn to dust as he roller-skates by, with his
beautiful, graceful coach behind him.
I could... I could do so many things. There are so many things I could do.
To him, to her, to them. And I could do it to. If I wanted to I could.
I could end it for them. She'll never leave him, not ever. He'd leave her
though. He's left her before. I could smash her. I could cause the crash
of the century. I could ride my shimmering blue angel strait into the
trash heap in a matter of moments. Greaseball wouldn't want her that way.
Her confidence would die. She wouldn't be the same girl. But that's okay.
I could take care of her. I would never leave her. There's always me for
Dinah.
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Warmth, softness. Shes in my arms. Suddenly she's so there, so incredibly,
painfully present. Her cool blue metal frame, bouncy and resilient,
pressing against mine. She's smiling, letting me bask in her unbearable
sweetness. Her deep brown eyes see only me, her hair, smooth thick
tendrils of rusted copper brushes against my cheek like the wings of a
butterfly. Her tiny, delicate wheels spin about excitedly as I lift her
up, and she kisses me. The sweet smell of bread baking inside of her.
And... And...
Where in Starlight did that come from? I blink. A moment of blankness,
sweet sensory deprivation, and the visions fade. I'm back, off the track
in more ways than one, crouched behind the cool leaves of a fluorescent
bush. Watching. Just watching. It's not a crime. It's not breaking any of
the rules they've set for me. Nobodies getting hurt. There's no clanging
of metal, no crash, no fire. Nothing is lost. My eyes don't dent her
checkered blue frame. I'm just watching. it's really very boring.
I'm allowed to watch Dinah. Starlight knows she watches me. Everyone does
now. They're all expecting something, and they're right to. I can't stand
being so good. I'm back into wide smile mode, but everyone sees through
it. Chaos just doesn't work when everyone's expecting it. They wont let me
so much as hitch myself behind an engine, or be on my own for more than a
few hours. They keep me away from sharp pointy objects, big dull
bludgeons, flammable things... But they don't keep me away from Dinah.
She's not dangerous, and besides, she doesn't even know I'm here.
She's standing still, waiting for her engine. She sparkles, shines in the
bright sunlight. She's smiling, stupid, oblivious. There's only one thing
on her mind, and I know it. That steamer... diesel... whatever the heck
he's supposed to be. Her engine, her Greaseball, her obsession. The little
idiot's world revolves around him. She worships him. She lives for him.
He's not so perfect. I've seen him yelling at her, berating her. "Shut it
Dinah". I hate it when he says that. I hate it when he gets angry at her.
He has no right. She doesn't see what I see though. She sees her perfect,
beautiful, engine of love. Starlight I wish I were him.
"Greaseball!" She suddenly shrieks, as he comes down the tracks to
retrieve her. She throws her arms around him, kisses him. She's as much a
groupie as she is a girlfriend. She's doing it on purpose. She is! She
must know I watch her... she should know. I should tell her. Maybe I'll
tell her. Give her a good scare, that would. She'd know the red caboose
was watching her, stalking her, lurking in the shadows under her bed.
She'd understand everything, and go running towards Greaseball. Maybe I
should tell her, and just watch her run.
She has every right to fear me. I'm the villain. I scheme, I destroy. I
sit with her while she cries. I wipe away her tears, and tell her
everything is going to be alright. I stay with her until she smiles, and
I'm sure she's going to be okay. I nearly destroy the engine that makes
her cry, take him out of her life forever. I protect her. She should be
afraid of me.
She hitches up to him with a ditzy giggle, and skates off with him,
smiling as though life is perfect. Maybe she thinks life is perfect, but
it isn't. She's perfect. She's the only thing that is. Greaseball doesn't
deserve her. He has no right to her. He has no originality. Oh yes, he's
the tough guy, he can make the little engine that could quake in fear. He
can't do half the things I can though. He can't mangle, and destroy, and
deceive. The world doesn't turn to dust as he roller-skates by, with his
beautiful, graceful coach behind him.
I could... I could do so many things. There are so many things I could do.
To him, to her, to them. And I could do it to. If I wanted to I could.
I could end it for them. She'll never leave him, not ever. He'd leave her
though. He's left her before. I could smash her. I could cause the crash
of the century. I could ride my shimmering blue angel strait into the
trash heap in a matter of moments. Greaseball wouldn't want her that way.
Her confidence would die. She wouldn't be the same girl. But that's okay.
I could take care of her. I would never leave her. There's always me for
Dinah.
Part Two
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