(THanks to Angie2282 for the review! Anywho, i was in a rush last time so i couldn't comment, but also thanks to the reviewers of the trailer! I appreciate it! Anyway, a bit of info. This IS going to be a one-only story, so no preludes or sequels. BUT I will be rewriting my Final Destination - Egyptian Heritage after this one! Woo! Annywho, let's read on for the vision, shall we?"
The train rattled along the tracks, the trees and environment in general speeding past as I looked out of the window. I sighed, wary of leaving my grandma at home, but then again, I had to follow my own life, right? I've been hunting for a boyfriend for the past couple of years, to start a whole new relationship, but everyone I got with was wrong for me one way or the other. To angry, to kind, freaky fetishes... you name it, I've had it. I got the scar across my arm from one of them, a man named Derrick. Let's just say Derrick plus DIY equals not good.
Anyway, I looked over to my side, where Tom was snoring lightly, looking quite peaceful. Every time I tried to get to sleep, I found the vibrating of the train too much to settle, so I looked around the carriage instead. On the seat in front of me was Katie, sitting next to Harry, his belt of tools hanging precariously above his head from the bag holder above him. They were the only ones I could see at that moment though.
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A few minutes away from the train I was on, another train was rolling along the tracks. The two train tracks from my train and that train would criss-cross over, a new plan by the government to reduce track production. Like that was going to work.
Anyway, as I would later learn from the police, the driver, a young tired man on his first day of the job, and also his last, yawned, stretching. His name was Freddy, and he moved the throttle upwards, making the train go a bit faster. It was no secret that he just wanted to complete the last journey of the day before going back home to sleep. Well, he would never get that comfort.
Freddy yawned again. "Well... It couldn't hurt to take a nap..." Freddy said, ignoring the regulations and rules of train operators. He pulled his mobile from his pocket and set the alarm, placing it on the seat next to him. Freddy then slumped downwards, falling asleep almost instantly.
Freddy's phone vibrated, someone was ringing him, and the vibrations caused it to fall off the edge of the seat, knocking on the floor and in turn knocking the battery out, rendering it useless.
Freddy's shoulder also nudged the throttle further, making the train go faster than it was meant to
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Another train, on the opposite side of the tracks was going as well. The driver was also a mechanic, and had told the train company that he'd oil the inside of the train when needs be. After a bit of persuasion the company had let him, but this proved to be the driver's downfall. His elbow accidently hit against the throttle, which stuck in the full speed position.
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The train approached the cross roads, and I saw the other train approaching. Fast. I nudged Tom, who woke with a start.
"That's going a bit too fast, isn't it?" I questioned.
Tom narrowed his eyes. "I-I think so. But it's not bad, is i-it?"
'Not bad...' I repeated in my mind, making myself even more nervous than I originally was. I settled back into my seat, and closed my eyes, breathing slowly.
"What is your name?" Tom asked out of the blue, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
"Rose Evergreen, yours?"
"My name is Tom W-white." Tom said, wiping his forehead with his handkerchief again.
I cocked my head slightly. "I notice you stutter in almost every sentence. Is that some sort of tic?"
"N-no... I just get nervous on anything m-mechanical. Planes, boats, you n-name it."
"If I'm honest, I've got a fear of trains." I confessed. Something about this man was nice, and made me want to talk to him.
"A-any particular... r-reason?" Tom asked carefully, and I could see he was scared what my reaction would be.
"Yes... a personal reason, so if it's okay with you, I'd rather not say." I said, trying not to sound to cold.
"I-I understand." Tom said, nodding.
The moment his head dipped, a loud CRASH was heard, followed by a grating sound, like metal on metal, and the carriage lurched forward. Tom and I were thrown forward, his head knocking against the seat, but I curved, so my shoulder hit it instead. The carriage then lurched sideways, making me feel woozy. I saw the belt of tools fall from the rack, and Harry holding onto his hat in fear.
When the carriage came to a stop, people starting to get out of their shock, not screaming, but a scared curiosity.
"W-what was that?" Tom asked, scared.
"I don't know." I answered, gulping.
Harry stood from his seat, still clutching onto his hat. "Where's the emergency exit! I want to get off! Now!" he stepped forward, and cried in pain as one of the screwdrivers stuck up from the belt, going straight through his foot. As he crouched down, an explosion was heard and the door of the carriage flew from its hinges as a huge wall of flame went through the carriage, carrying blistering heat. The door slammed into the top of Harry's chest, followed by him being burnt from the flames and flying backwards, a scorched corpse.
Most people had pushed themselves against the wall in fear, trying to avoid the flames, but a few weren't so lucky. This was when the first screaming started. People got off their seats and ran for the emergency exit, but before they could open the door, an explosion rocked the carriage and actually propelled it upwards.
It seemed like gravity was lost, as people flew through the air, before the carriage landed upside down with an ear shattering crash, and everyone fell down to the roof in a pile. Unfortunately, I was caught under the mass of body's, and I felt myself being crushed, but a hand grasped my hand and pulled me from the squirming pile. I looked up at Tom, who had a sliver of blood down his forehead.
When I looked at the bodies, I noticed a number of people had died from impact, making me sick. I even saw Katie, her neck snapped from landing on the chair awkwardly. Tom grabbed my arm and we got to the upside down emergency exits. Tom grabbed the doors and tried pulling them apart to no avail.
"Come o-on!" he muttered, his face flushed red.
"Let me." A commanding voice said, and James, a large rip in his top, came up, smashing the glass with a fist. Tom, James and I got outside; followed by two other survivors, Freya and Lucy, the latter having her jacket buttons ripped off, revealing a white shirt. Apparently, we were the only survivors of our carriages, as no one else was moving inside.
"What do we do!" Freya asked, scared and eyes flitting back and forth.
I surveyed the scene. The train was in a wreck, crumpled metal and shrapnel covered the floor, while scorch marks could be seen on the metal and floor. "I-I don't know..."
"We move." James said, stepping back. He didn't realise he was on the track, and that he had stepped on the metal part. Twenty thousand volts went through his body frying him constantly. Even after he died, he continued to wriggle around, frothing at the mouth, squirming like a fish out of water.
"Come on." I said, trying to keep calm, which was a hell of a chore once a train you were in just crashed. Before we could even move, a whistle was heard, and then my eyes widened as I saw another train heading our way, as we were on the opposite crossroads than originally. Or to explain, the opposite tracks from Freddy's train. "MOVE!" I shouted, jumping over the rail, with Tom close in tow.
Freya and Lucy jumped at the same time, but for some selfish reason Lucy pushed Freya in the air, and the train smashed into Freya, spreading blood everywhere as well as crushing James' body.
"What did you do that for!" I demanded, just as the train hit the other wreckages, making even more of a chain reaction.
A flying train wheel flew through the air, demolishing Lucy's head completely. Tom gasped, as did I, and he hugged me, and I hugged back as we watched a carriage that had been blown off its attachments and had enough force behind it to fly forward across the floor head straight for us. And just as it was about to hit us, a tug at my chest.
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My eyes opened as I gasped, watching Harry go into the train's doorway and get stuck.