Train Ride

All I could think of was speed, how fast can this mobil tube go? It was crammed with people with feeling.
If I could imagine being stuck inside a birthday clowns balloon animal; this would be it.
She lay sleeping on my lap, calm and peaceful. He on the other hand sat across from us and stared. A mixture of hate and comfort. His companions sit in another room in another car amusing themselves with mindless travel techniques. I would have preferred to be asleep for this ride like her.

Maybe if he said something it would not be this bad, but I was at fault to. I could not stop staring either. I assume I was mirroring the same expression back to him for we had not changed are expressions since he sat down in our cart. I knew he would no doubt follow us but to sit in our car, he must be troubled. I couldn't take it anymore, I nudged her and she awoke enough for me to move out from under her. How she could sleep for this train ride I had no idea, she loved train rides usually, and yet wasted this one with sleep. I made as if off to the restroom. Without surprise he followed, I wondered sometimes who he was more intent on defeating, the main mark, or the person standing in between it. I did not turn back to look at him as I walked to the restroom. Once inside I could feel him standing outside. I sighed and he backed up a few paces to give me room, I guessed catching on to my irritation. I opened the door and walked out not realizing how close he was again to the door and walked right into him, he was tense, focusing on something in another cart. As I turned to look at what he was seeing I got lost in the first memory of being on a train with him years ago, it went differently than this. He was shaking me from the memory and pulling me toward our cart at the same time. I came to just as the train pulled to a halt and we lost balance falling to the ground, strange. We scrambled up, she came out of the cart as I grabbed her arm and we ran to the door. Opening it and motioning her to climb up, she was extremely hesitant for the last time I asked her to do this I pushed her off the moving train and she fell in mud. She climbed up and he yanked on my leg pulling me back down. As he looked deep into my eyes stunning me for a few moments a gun was placed in the front of my pants, I climbed up after her. A few miles away a speedy coal train was making its way south on the parallel to our train. We had little time, she knew what I was thinking as did some others inside the train I assumed because we all scrambled. It came and I yelled to her to jump. Of corse she didn't. I we were running atop the train, others had surfaced and began chasing us. I pushed her in mid air making it no choice for her to just across, shots fired. I jumped to. I was told once that If you hear the shot the you weren't hit, to this day I don't feel that to be true. As to the person who fired the shot was the exact person who told me this and who I was positive to be dead, apparently I was dead wrong. The trains had passed by, I was stuck in a trance as she was yelling to me, "This train is going south? What do we do?" "Jump off" She looked down, for mud I guessed. Then she was gone, I lifted myself up, he was climbing up from ahead of the train as i jumped off. His stunned expression left one hell of a smile on my face.
He came to the spot where the two girls had been laying before they jumped. He and his company peered at the puddle of red on the black and dirty coal. The others leaped off as he pondered a few minutes. Soon he was also on solid ground taking to an uncontrollable run as the animal within him took to our scent.