Hardcore Choo Choo Racing, Part III

Lisa, still unconscious, was woken up by a familiar scream. It was the scream of her father dying in the horrible train accident caused by her then beloved boyfriend, Gordon.

She saw it all over again. The train moving, her father refusing to get out of the way, Gordon smiling as he looked at her father, the bird that was chirping nearby, the impact, the scream, Gordon's casual smile-shrug, an image of a white wave, the scream, the blood, the scream, the piece of arm laying on the side of the track, the scream, the bits of brain that used to help her father think, the scream, the scream, THE SCREAM.

"UUUAAAAAAAUUUKKKKKGGHHUUHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Lisa was awake once more, letting out the most gutteral lady-scream ever.

"Shut up!" shouted Gordon, who was now 400 meters away in his Powertrain.

"My daddy..." muttered a crying Lisa.

"Uh, I can be your father figure," said Old Man McKeller.

"Really? Thanks!"

The two hugged, then looked on to the race. It was truly spectacular. These two trains were like two long white beams of light tearing across the earth.

"You're lucky," whispered Irvine the neutral third-party gunman, "It's about to happen. And you two will be the only ones to see it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" questioned Lisa.

"Yeah, what the fuck?" seconded Old Man McKeller.

Irvine did a one-handed handstand and used the other hand to put his gun, the only gun in town, in his mouth and blow his own cryptic brains out.

"LIKE, TOTALLY GROSS!!!" you can guess who said that.

"Say," said Old Man McKeller, "Why did you leave Gordon for that jerk Randal?"

Lisa pondered for a moment. "You know, it's strange now that I think of it. I went to Randal because Gordon was a train-obsessed, flashy, over-the-top weirdo that payed me no attention. But, the truth is, Randal's the same damn way!"

"Reminds me of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf."

"Huh? How's that?"

"It's like, you're the boy. And the townspeople who don't believe you are Gordon. And the real wolves are Randal and his infamous train gang. Either way, you're dealin' with dingbats."

Lisa smiled.

"See? Now I'm your new father," stated McKeller.

"You certainly are."

Meanwhile, there was a loud "BLAST" sound that was accompanied with an enormous flash of white light in the distance. The two trains had to be 3 miles away by now.

Randal's communication radio blared, "MY DICK FEELS WEIRD!!"

Randal responded, "Gordon, is that you, you weirdo?"

"Yeah, just testing out the radio."

"Oh, good, they work, then."

"Can you see anything?"

"No, man."

"Yeah, I heard something... but now I can't see shit."

"I think we're both blind, dude."

"But how?!"

"Don't ask me, dick, I didn't invent science. I just ride trains like a true G."

Gordon guffawed, "If you're such an "O.G. motherfucking trainster," how fast am I going, huh?"

Randal almost couldn't bring himself to push the "TALK TO THE OTHER GUY" button on his radio. But when he finally did, all he could muster was, "Fast....tits......... fast as..... so many tits....."

Suddenly, both trains were equally positioned and moving at exact equal speed. But, just then, there was yet another "BLAST!"

Passengers on a nearby commercial airplane were all blinded. Needless to say, that plane made one "wacky" landing!

What they couldn't see was that two trains were slightly hovering above their designated tracks and moving at such an astounding speed that the tracks below them were instantly disintegrated.

Randal suddenly had an image of his mother singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider" to him when he was a baby. He let out a scream even louder and more terrifying than Lisa's stupid scream from before.

Gordon could not stop crying as he continually tried to make his train stop by pounding on the "TRAIN STOP NOW" button. It did not work. So he cried and cried, wishing he treated his girlfriend a little bit better.

TO BE CONCLUDED