A/N: This took a while. I was lazy and didn't update when I was supposed to…

Anyhoodles, here's the second part of the story! Read this chapter as if it was in the last chapter.

The Spanish Train 2

Well, the railway man lay dying,

With his people by his side.

His family were crying

Knelt in prayer before he died.

Pebbles' voice got deeper as a shadowy, unrecognizable figure appeared over the deathbed.

But above his bed,

Just a-waiting for the dead

Was the devil with a twinkle in his eye!

Pebbles now shut up as the shadowy man (now known to the group as the devil) spoke in a voice as deep and raspy as anything.

Well, God's not around

And look what I've found!

He let out a triumphant shout.

This one's mine!

Pebbles started talking once again as she turned around and pointed behind her.

"Just then, the Lord himself appeared! In a blinding…"

There was a bright flash. "…flash of light."

Yes, indeed, there was Jesus himself, just as any picture had shown the party.

"And he shouted at the devil:"

Jesus spoke as he pointed to the devil, his voice thundering.

"Get thee hence to endless night!"

Pebbles took over. The story seemed to be switching between three voices: Pebbles, the devil, and Jesus. (Keep track of who's saying what! Pebbles is narrating.)

"But the devil just grinned and said:"

"I may have sinned, but there's no need to push me around! I got here first, so you can do your worst…"

The devil laughed, a spine tingling, evil laugh.

"He's going underground!"

He shrugged.

"But I think I'll give you one last chance…"

"Said the Devil with a smile."

"So throw away that stupid lance! It's really…not your style."

Now the devil advanced on Jesus with menace. Victor was cowering where he sat, Amanda was trying to calm him down, Erik was watching with growing interest, Willy, Holli, and Cricket seemed to be spooked, and Jack wore no expression at all.

"Joker is the name, poker is the game! We'll play right here on his bed! And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet…"

The devil's voice got loud and echoey.

The souls of the dead!

Pebbles snapped her fingers, and the scene froze, as if they were watching a movie. She turned to the group, acting as dramatic as humanly possible.

"And I said:"

Look out! Lord, he's gonna win!

The sun is down and the night's riding in!

That train is dead on time; many souls are on the line, oh Lord…

He's gonna win…

Now all of the people disappeared, and Pebbles pulled out a deck of cards out of nowhere.

"Well, the railwayman, he cut the cards…"


A/N:
AIEE! I am feeling so damn sick, it's ridonkulous….

Anyway, I'm going to change my penname, so don't be weirded out if you see this story under a different penname. It's still me!