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hurt her, she’ll stop. “Please, please,
please
!”
“Shh!” She steps over the narrow gap between the platform and the door. We’re greeted by an eerily empty compartment. Gabby makes her way through the compartments, each one as lonely as the next. “Hello?” Her voice cracks. “Is anybody on here?”
“Shouldn’t there be a train driver?” I ask. “These things don’t run automatically, do they?”
“I don’t think so.” Gabby stops, scans the train for signs of life. “Should we check the cockpit?”
“Isn’t that what they call it on planes?”
“I’m not a train geek, Ella! Whatever the carriage holding the driver is called!”
“Well, I think we should just get off. What if it starts up and it takes us God knows where?”
Gabby’s eyes widen. “I didn’t think of that.”
“You rarely think of consequences.”
“Don’t be rude. We still need to find Grandpa!”
“But he’s not on here, Gabby! Look around! We would’ve found him by now!”
Defeated, Gabby slumps, and I have to grab her earlobe for support. “I s’pose you’re right.” Turning on her heel, she trudges the way we’d come, studying her grim reflection. And, of course, misses the figure up ahead.
Standing with his back to us, dressed in a white lab coat and black slacks, with his ashy hair thick and askew, is a familiar-looking man.
“Gabby!” I prod, and she stops in her tracks.
Her face instantly brightens. “Grandpa!”
“That’s not the professor,” I whisper.
“What are you talking about?” Gabby rolls her eyes and jogs towards him. “Grandpa! We’re here!”
“Stop, Gabby!” I plead, desperately slapping her temples, but I’m more of an annoyance. A gnat.
Only feet from him, Gabby skids to a stop when the professor turns to face us. His glasses are the same. His wrinkles are in all the right places. He has everything that says it’s him, but the sneer gives it away.
“It’s an imposter,” I say, as the color drains from Gabby’s face. “Remember what Lacy said? The men in white took her away.”
Gabby backs up as the imposter keeps his head down, an unnerving grin spreading across his face.
“Run!” I yell. “Run, now!”
I grab hold of Gabby’s hair as she bolts down the carriages, stumbling over her jellified legs, digging her nails into the seats for support. The imposter chases us, barely running to keep up. He pulls Gabby by the back of her shirt and forces her to the ground. I’m thrown underneath the benches with such force that when I the hit floor, my legs come free and go flying over my head.
“Gabby!” I huff as she lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
Using only my hands to drag myself across the floor isn’t the easiest of tasks. I make a mental note to invest in some superglue.
Grunting and panting, Gabby wrestles with the imposter.
“Leave her alone!” I cry as I arrive at my left leg and jam it into place. “Get away from her!”
She yanks on his hair, but he only winces and wraps his hands around her throat. She slaps them back and scratches at his face.
“
STOP!
” I push myself up on one foot, hop over to my right leg, and swipe it up. “
GOD, PLEASE STOP!
” I yell, popping my leg into place.
As she turns the horrible, deathly shade of blue, Gabby’s eyes roll to the back of her head. She’s passed out. The imposter lifts her and tosses her over his shoulder, her body limp and motionless.
“Come back!” I race from the shadows and into the corridors. I’m left alone on the train as the imposter absconds with Gabby. I can’t catch up, but I have to try.
As I attempt to sprint through the exit, the doors slam closed.
“NO!” I pound on the glass. “Open up! Please!”
Gears spring into action. A horn sounds. The platform moves away, replaced by blurry darkness.
“This can’t be happening…” I whimper, pressing my nose against the glass. “Gabby! Come back!” I sob, collapsing into a heap on the shaggy carpet. My sobs
please
!”
“Shh!” She steps over the narrow gap between the platform and the door. We’re greeted by an eerily empty compartment. Gabby makes her way through the compartments, each one as lonely as the next. “Hello?” Her voice cracks. “Is anybody on here?”
“Shouldn’t there be a train driver?” I ask. “These things don’t run automatically, do they?”
“I don’t think so.” Gabby stops, scans the train for signs of life. “Should we check the cockpit?”
“Isn’t that what they call it on planes?”
“I’m not a train geek, Ella! Whatever the carriage holding the driver is called!”
“Well, I think we should just get off. What if it starts up and it takes us God knows where?”
Gabby’s eyes widen. “I didn’t think of that.”
“You rarely think of consequences.”
“Don’t be rude. We still need to find Grandpa!”
“But he’s not on here, Gabby! Look around! We would’ve found him by now!”
Defeated, Gabby slumps, and I have to grab her earlobe for support. “I s’pose you’re right.” Turning on her heel, she trudges the way we’d come, studying her grim reflection. And, of course, misses the figure up ahead.
Standing with his back to us, dressed in a white lab coat and black slacks, with his ashy hair thick and askew, is a familiar-looking man.
“Gabby!” I prod, and she stops in her tracks.
Her face instantly brightens. “Grandpa!”
“That’s not the professor,” I whisper.
“What are you talking about?” Gabby rolls her eyes and jogs towards him. “Grandpa! We’re here!”
“Stop, Gabby!” I plead, desperately slapping her temples, but I’m more of an annoyance. A gnat.
Only feet from him, Gabby skids to a stop when the professor turns to face us. His glasses are the same. His wrinkles are in all the right places. He has everything that says it’s him, but the sneer gives it away.
“It’s an imposter,” I say, as the color drains from Gabby’s face. “Remember what Lacy said? The men in white took her away.”
Gabby backs up as the imposter keeps his head down, an unnerving grin spreading across his face.
“Run!” I yell. “Run, now!”
I grab hold of Gabby’s hair as she bolts down the carriages, stumbling over her jellified legs, digging her nails into the seats for support. The imposter chases us, barely running to keep up. He pulls Gabby by the back of her shirt and forces her to the ground. I’m thrown underneath the benches with such force that when I the hit floor, my legs come free and go flying over my head.
“Gabby!” I huff as she lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
Using only my hands to drag myself across the floor isn’t the easiest of tasks. I make a mental note to invest in some superglue.
Grunting and panting, Gabby wrestles with the imposter.
“Leave her alone!” I cry as I arrive at my left leg and jam it into place. “Get away from her!”
She yanks on his hair, but he only winces and wraps his hands around her throat. She slaps them back and scratches at his face.
“
STOP!
” I push myself up on one foot, hop over to my right leg, and swipe it up. “
GOD, PLEASE STOP!
” I yell, popping my leg into place.
As she turns the horrible, deathly shade of blue, Gabby’s eyes roll to the back of her head. She’s passed out. The imposter lifts her and tosses her over his shoulder, her body limp and motionless.
“Come back!” I race from the shadows and into the corridors. I’m left alone on the train as the imposter absconds with Gabby. I can’t catch up, but I have to try.
As I attempt to sprint through the exit, the doors slam closed.
“NO!” I pound on the glass. “Open up! Please!”
Gears spring into action. A horn sounds. The platform moves away, replaced by blurry darkness.
“This can’t be happening…” I whimper, pressing my nose against the glass. “Gabby! Come back!” I sob, collapsing into a heap on the shaggy carpet. My sobs
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