Catch the Train

Without a second thought, Jack leapt off the edge of the cliff and landed on top of the moving train. Pain ran through his body as he tumbled along the steel surface of the speeding vehicle. It wasn't nearly as easy as the movies made it look. He felt himself slipping off the edge and quickly grabbed onto the nearest handle. He heard a loud pop from his shoulder as he tried to grab it with his weak arm. He screamed in pain and his arm went limp.

He was able to thankfully hold on with his other hand. His vision blurred as he saw the fembots watch him from the cliff as the train disappeared. He knew he couldn't hold on forever and kicked the nearest window with his boot. The glass shattered and Jack swung himself into the room. He cut himself on the broken glass, but it went almots unnoticed from the pain in his arm.

He found himself in an empty passanger car. He groaned and slumped onto a red cushioned seat. He knew he couldn't rest quite yet; he didn't know who was on this train or even who is running it. But he couldn't help it, he was in such pain he needed to rest. His vision was marred by fuzzy blue stars.

He touched his arm and a fire burned throughout. He groaned and slumped his head back. He didn't know what to do now; Amber was probably getting tortured by Salazar right now and he was stuck on a train heading God-knows-where with a broken arm. It couldn't possibly get worse.

He heard a gun hammer click behind him. He closed his eyes and cursed silently.

"Stay where you are." An unsteady female voice said.

"Don't worry. I can't go anywhere." Jack mumbled without turning his head.

"Are you a man-bot?" The voice asked.

"What? No!" Jack shook his head. "I'm human."

"Prove it." She said, her voice still shakey.

"Ugh. How?" Jack asked, his head starting to throb.

"Well..." The voice thought for a moment. Suddenly, Jack felt a hand on his broken arm. He yelped in pain and she hand withdrew like fire. "What the hell?"

"My arm is broken." Jack seethed between his teeth.

"Broken?" She asked. "You ARE human, aren't you?"

"That's what I said." Jack growled. "I'm a real boy."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She said qucikly and ran out from behind his seat, revealing herself. She was a young lady, maybe in her early twenties. Her blonde hair fell down to her shoulders and she had sparkling blue eyes. She was wearing torn-up rags that revealed a lot of excess skin and clung tightly to her shaply body. Her big blue eyes radiated true compassion and Jack could see she wasn't a fembot. "How badly are you hurt?" She asked, with worry in her voice.

"It's broken." Jack repeated.

"Hold on. This train will eventually be taking us to a safe zone. There should be a medical kit there we can help you with."

"Thanks." Jack sighed and closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

"My name is Phyllis." The girl said. Jack opened one eye.

"Jack. I'd shake your hand, but I don't think I can move mine."

"It's okay. Just rest for now." She said. "I'm sorry for giving you the third degree at first."

"I understand. I'd do the same." Jack said.