Addison's Darkness
Written by Rachel Ravens
Takes place during Diesels and Westerns

I've always known diesels were cruel, but this was without a doubt the worst thing I've ever witnessed. Arry and Bert, the Ironworks twins, had captured an innocent steam engine - Duck, the Great Western pannier tank engine.

"Let me go!" he begged; his eyes wide with terror.

Oh, how I wish I could drive him out of this horrid place…

"Not a chance, Westerner!" cackled Bert, his voice dripping with pure menace. "You 'ave been selected as a guest of 'onor!"

"What are you talking about?!" demanded Duck, he was trying so hard not to sound scared.

"We 'aven't tried this trick before," grinned Arry. "Addison, go find it!"

Hearing my name addressed, I scrambled off to the back of the Ironworks to a cupboard, my legs trembling all over.

Rule of thumb - if you're in a place with poor visibility, such as the Ironworks with harsh red lights, make sure you know exactly what you're doing. My fingers trembled as I opened up the door. There were several barrels; two kinds, one on each side. I grabbed a barrel on the left side. Though I could barely see it, it read "Black Water" on the front.

"I'd best do this quick…" I said quietly.

I slipped over to where a pile of scrappers torches were, as well as a shunters pole. With a hard wack, I knocked a hole into the barrel, causing it to leak all over the torches.

"They'd best not come over here," I whispered. I ran back to the cupboard and grabbed a barrel on the right. "Green Water", it read on its front.

"I hope my plan works," I said to myself, and rushed back over to the three engines. Duck practically jumped out of his frames and gulped.

"Oh no… No! You can't! Not the Black Water! It's illegal!"

I wanted to tell him the truth, that everything was going to be okay; but Arry and Bert might hear me. They may tell that 08 relative they've got on the island and he'll beg them to go through with their idea.

"No one can 'elp ya now!" Arry's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. "Pour the Black Water!"

My entire body was trembling all over as I opened up both Duck's tank and the barrel.

"N-no…" Duck sounded completely out of hope, thinking this would be his dying breath.

It'll be alright… I thought. Just as long as…

"Montague!"

I stared up in shock at the mention of Duck's real name. A black 08 raced into the building. Oh good grief, not him…

"Diesel!" exclaimed Duck; I stared down with surprise as I heard a very slight hint of relief in his voice. "I… I won't make it."

"Duck, no…"

"Diesel… Tell Oliver… he's in charge now… and Emily… should take over… my work."

The Green Water kicked in completely as Duck closed his eyes. I slowly tipped the barrel back up and closed Duck's tank, but not before I saw a flash of tears appear in Diesel's eyes.

"No…" he said quietly, breath catching in his metaphorical throat. "I'm… I'm too late…"

How was this remotely possible? I heard about Diesel's lies about Duck. The engines hated each other. Now… Diesel was crying about him being supposedly dead? No sooner had those tears appeared though, that Arry and Bert were essentially voicing my thoughts - never thought I'd agree with a diesel, let alone two - and Diesel's tears had turned to rage as he, Arry and Bert got into a heated argument. Thankfully, Diesel must have forgotten I was there as he didn't direct his attention toward me, and I quietly slipped into Duck's cab with a matchbox.

This wasn't the conventional way to light up a steam engine's fire, but it was the quickest way I could think of. Throwing a few lumps of coal into Duck's firebox, I lit up a match and placed it onto the coal. It was a slight flicker, but it should be enough to wake him up if Diesel managed to shake his fire.

"I can't believe I'm relying on Diesel to finish this rescue plan…" I muttered to myself. "What if he doesn't go through with this and leaves Duck for dead? I mean, they're enemies. Why would an enemy help…"

Then it hit me. Sir Topham Hatt and Mr Percival have taken some diesels under their ownerships because they are trained to act as the steam engine's bodyguards. They only exist to chase the other diesels away. I had to admit, it was quite a clever idea, though I am still a bit surprised Diesel got this angry at the 'death' of his enemy. Besides, I added to myself in my head, quickly jumping out of Duck's cab and standing next to the barrel, making it seem as if nothing had happened. I'm not taking a chance like that, if I get any steam engines of my own. Can't risk any of them dying…

"Oi!" Arry's sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Where are the scrappers' torches, anyway?"

"Er, we've got a bit of a problem," I said, playing out the story I made up in case I was asked. "There was a leak in a water pipe, and the scrappers' torches were right near it."

"Well, that's just great," grunted Arry.

"'Ow are we supposed to tell Cockade now?" asked Bert.

"Ya do realise it's Diesel 10 now!" snapped Arry as he and Bert grumbled away.

I followed after the Ironworks duo, but I glanced back when they were out of earshot. Diesel's rage had vanished as quickly as it had come, replaced by the same sadness he had when Duck blacked out. A young lady was with him; Lily I was willing to bet, and she coupled the two engines up. Diesel started to back out of the Ironworks and started to ramble through his tears.

Not bothering to pay attention to what he had to say, I looked carefully at Duck. To my relief, his eyes were slowly opening and closing. He was waking up from his amnestic.

"He'll be fine now," I smiled slightly, and walked over to where Diesel 10 was being repaired from his 'claw' incident from the previous night.

"So," said Diesel 10, "did you do it?"

"Yes," said Arry. "Duck is as good as dead now."

"Ha," grinned Bowler. "That ought to give Oliver a good fright, and teach him to not call me names!"

"So, he's… destroyed?" asked Sadie.

"Like in many pieces?" added Delilah. "Like, scrapped?"

"Well… not exactly," said Bert.

"What do you mean?" quizzed Diesel 10.

"Well, er… with the grabber being taken from us the previous year," said Arry. "And with the scrappers' torches drenched from a broken pipe… Duck is still in one piece."

"You did use Black Water, didn't you?" asked grandfather; I was trying so hard to keep a straight face.

"Of course, we did," sneered Arry. "Like we said, Duck is good as dead."

"Yeah," added Bert. "Diesel witnessed it too."

"Your traitor brother?!" snapped Horace.

"What difference does it make?" said George. "There's nothing he can do about it."

"Yes there is!" growled my grandfather. "He could get us all arrested by reporting this death to the police."

"But he can't pick up a phone -"

"His driver or Lily can, you idiot!" growled Arry to his brother. I covered my mouth to hide the biggest grin I could muster and went to check out a nearby window. The siding where Diesel had taken Duck to was now empty. It would only be a matter of time before they realised my little 'whoopsie daisy'...

Slowly but surely, each of the diesels and their minions had fallen. Horace was now a pig's trough on a farm somewhere, George was shunted for thirty days, Arry and Bert were awaiting their punishment on Sodor, and Sadie and Delilah were inexplicably doing community service on the island until the end of the year. I was now staying with my grandmother, as my grandfather had been arrested. She usually works at one of the stations on the mainland, and it wasn't too far off from a workshop.

"You're okay with being near the railway line, dear?" called my grandma.

"Oh, of course, Grandma," I smiled. "Railways are my life! Can I go and take a train ride?"

"Well… I suppose you can," said my grandma warmly. "Anything to perk you up."

"Thanks, Grandma!" I hugged her tightly and raced outside.

I slipped as quickly and quietly as I could over to the workshop. There stood the last two members of my grandfather's gang, Diesel 10 and Bowler.

"I can probably knock out two birds with one stone," I smirked to myself, and slipped over to a cupboard in the workshop. "Hmm… huh?!" I gasped. There, infront of my eyes, was just one Black Water barrel.

"Hmm, okay, not too much of an issue," I said to myself. I opened it, and was even more surprised. The barrel was nearly empty; barely any drops left.

Okay. I thought. No matter. I can still do this.

Coming prepared, I had an eyedropper in my hand, and used it to suck up the chemical into the eye dropper.

"Giving both Bowler and Diesel 10 slow, painful deaths," I smirked to myself, "this should serve them right for what they did to Sodor. My only downside is that I can't get the rest too…"

Except there was one big catch. Diesel 10 was surrounded by many workmen.

This is all I need… I thought. He was the one who nearly broke up Douglas and Oliver's budding romance and the brotherly relationship between the Scottish Twins. He was the one who nearly destroyed Duck and Tasha.

But Bowler was completely unguarded, dozing comfortably nearby.

He wanted Henry to be burnt alive. I thought to myself, slowly stepping toward Bowler. He was the one who had Dexter scrapped. Ah well, I guess my revenge plan is best played out slowly.

With a wash of comfort coming over me, I climbed onto Bowler and gently opened his tank. Small drops of the black liquid splashed in. Because oil was black anyway, it would make it difficult for anyone to notice what had happened. I quietly closed the lid and scrambled down.

"Bye bye, Bowler," I smirked as I rushed out of the building.

Here's a new series to the SeventyVerse - the POV Series. Basically, it's a series of events which retells certain scenes or creates new scenes told completely through one character's eyes, in this case, Addison Darnell in Diesels and Westerners when she had tricked Arry and Bert - and by extension, Diesel - into thinking Duck was dead, as well as how Bowler was killed. I hope I was able to pull off that 'twisted' factor that she ultimately became known for. Some of these may be long or short. Feel free to suggest ideas for this series down below.