"V is for Victor squashed under a train"
To be on honest some most are, when a train wreck happens, everyone wants to look but can't. Victor would be the one of those, who enjoyed it so much, waits and waits in seeing when one is to come. Wanting those urban legends to come true, how else, but to always be there to see the chaos. At that young tender age, where disturbing things entertain the growing mind.
From critters that live in the ground to that puss filling blister that festers on someone foot because the splitter couldn't be remove. All that stimulates the mind, like a drug, so in seeing a train wreck, the mother god of all disaster. There is really no amount of learning of how this could be explain, it is just a fact for children in that growing stage, mystery as that is and likely stay that way.
Coming back to this moment, where Victor would spend small wee hours of the early morning to close near the afternoon. The boy would just to the tracks, but never in one area for too long, the least for him to be caught from someone. A rude adult, that himself sees as a wall of disappointment to see fun. It all goes down on that action of fact, yet again, it is just a small error Victor could overlook and overcome.
Passing days just seem to pass him by, wanting to find the wreck of all pleasures. This is known to most, as an obsession that many could relate to. Though, just to a point, but to most an obsession is never a healthy one if not taken care of wisely. Victor wants to see this urban tale be true.
It could be that at the final train, of a long awaiting tension that is only in Victor's mind. He rushes to where the steel bending tracks. Blaring of the horn echoes in the empty space of the afternoon air, where in distance a set of cars are. Everything was just coming together now; all there was now was waiting for the train to come.
Victor had to get the best view, knowing of how his mind works, the bare tracks that are not in works, would be a great area to wait. This is a child, who doesn't fully understand train traffic. To where he is standing, doesn't come near in mind, of how a train could come. The boy is just waiting for the train now, only hearing it more than seeing it. Coming to how it ends, Victor never sees the train, on how it ends, the last thing he likely saw was the tracks for a moment, before it all black.
That alone is a tragic tale, to search for one's obsession only to be done in by that very same obsession. Social commentary; at its worst that most would never find welcoming, another sad fact.