The Ghoul Train by Aly Ross (good short books .txt) 📖

his hand again and the big, bulky, fat guard through me into a portal. Dammit!! I thought I would have to the portal some other way. I walked and paced and walked and paced until I thought of the most workable but idiotic plan I knew. I would use ‘Aslo’s’ tent.

I walked the five kilometres until, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The place was deserted. Remote, even. All I could see was the hibdden Forest. That was the border into Lord Bishops land. If I dared to go in there, I would be slit to pieces the imperial guards.

I was about to walk off, but I found a pillow. I soft, white, plush, posh pillow. HOW INNOCENT. I immediately – without thought – ripped the pillow open fiercer than a dingo and more focused than a fox, about to eat a chicken.

There it was. The ring beholder transporter – RBT – was in my possession. My owner ships. MY CONTROL. I had the power to transport anywhere in the realm. There was only one problem… Mr Gothica’s ring only had level one clearance because he was the train conductor. I still put it under the scanner and somehow… I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING BLACKSMITHS. I grabbed one and ran. Put it on and slide through the door. I made myself invisible and sprinted for the door. The other one.

I tried to outrun the other invisible golden guard – if your invisible you can see other invisible people – but he was just too fast… until I hit him with a spare brickle brick. That must have hurt since its ad nickel in it. I scrambled out into the corridor and into another door – for about the thirteenth hundred time – and hid. I was in a large empty room with no sound, noise or any other type of clamour. As my eyesight appealed to the darkness, a saw a man. A very, very familiar man.

CHAPTER 8

“LAZZLON TONKSAS!!” I said at the top of my lungs. Only that I realised that there was no sound. I crawled over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She was dead. Her shoulder just fell off. Same with her head and her hand. The only thing lively about her is that her eyes were open.

I wanted to scream, but I knew it would just be a waste of breath. I looked around for what had killed her, assuming she came in here alive and well. Sconce nothing could get in this lockup, I looked and searched for the killer, but there was none to be found. I was about to give up all hope when I saw a scrunched-up piece of parchment. I opened her fallen off hand and unfastened the parchment. What I saw amazed me.

It was blue-prints and diagrams and papers full of blacksmithing instructions and words I didn’t understand. Since I was going to be in here for a LONG time. I decided to look and read them. The first page was a manual to the invisibility ring, to the armour… and to the trains. AND TO THE MYSTERIOUS VOID. Warson Odious was the name of this mysterious void. Lax-Pax was the architect of this place. I searched the papers until I found out every detail this place could hide.

The other pages were how to build the ring. It had something called Methane in it. It also had Nitrogen, Carbon, Fluoride, Neon, Magnesium, Aluminium, Phosphorus, Argon and about fifteen others. The rest of the pages were the diagrams and blueprints for the trains. I studied them until I found out the final pieces of the puzzle. The trains were an army carrier. It must have been a big army because there were thousands of trains. I was lucky that I missed this big invasion. But as I read on. I saw the date of the attack. It was the first of the second of the nineteenth – 1/2/19 – that was tomorrow!!!

I had less that twenty-four hours to complete my mission and stop the assault. I started banging on the door. My hand was on FIRE!!! I couldn’t do it anymore. I was going to die in here. That was until I heard this, MISSION POSTPONED UNTIL THE FIRST OF THE EIGHTH OF THE NINETEENTH DUE TO A TRAIN MALFUNCTION AND DELAY!! I was shocked about the delay. I then noticed that the door opened. I ran outside but landed at home. I had failed my mission. But I wasn’t home. I WAS AT A MOUNTAIN RANGE. AND I WAS IN THE ROCKIES. THAT WAS IN A DIFFERENT CONTINENT!! I was really stressing out. And then I heard Einstein in my head. “When you find the deepest secret, venture to the shallowest ledge.” I knew what I had to do.

Three hours later, I reached the shallowest ledge of Mt Columbia. I then looked down and saw one symbol. One symbol that gave me nothing but trouble in my life. One symbol that was so familiar, it was almost like we were one. A symbol I vowed never to see again. It was the Candlelight.

I was stunned. What was that symbol doing at the bottom of the mountain Columbia? It was so detailed; it was almost like god himself created it from pure darkness. I was starting to shiver. Then I thought of Einstein. Again. “When all seems lost and can’t find answers at the final edge.” That explained me very well. I tried to remember the third line, but I couldn’t. It was just me and my instincts. And then I was back in the dark room. It was all a vision. The door opened, for real, this time. I saw another thin guard chuck in a dead man. He was a train worker I saw at the Train Yard.

I managed to sneak out.  The light was blinding. I only saw a big, purpleish colour. It was the portal home. I crawled in and I was back home. With my mum hovering over me. And then, I blacked out. There was a golden sword pierced through my back.

 

CHAPTER 9

 

I awoke with a hot, steaming breath over my face. I looked. I was mum. A very concerned mum. She looked as anxious and worried as a scared little lioness. I looked around the, brick walls. Mum never installed brick walls. The first word I said to mum was, “What date is it.” And the response wasn’t virtuous. It was the thirty-first of the seventh of the nineteenth (31st/7th/19th). I got up. I couldn’t. I tried to grab something. I still, couldn’t. I was in pain, shock and a bed.

It was night-time. I was back home. A had a needle in my arm which said, sleep. I had been transported from the hospital to home. I could walk. I waddled to the portal, in hospital cloths, and walked right in.

I found a lonely ring laying in the fire. I put it on and became Jet Sailmeand. I sauntered, in boots, and went to the corridor, only it was a room with no door and only a big training camp. The door on the other side of the death camp red RINGS, ARMOUR AND TRAINS. I walked in and sword, arrow and three spears just missed me. I thought I could never make it though. Until Mr Dummy came around.

I had the dumbest idea; I would use the dummy to get across the battlefield. I grabbed the dummy and across I went. If the dummy was alive, it would be dead to a crisp. There were spears jabbed into its eye, a bunch of arrows in its head and a load of swords and bullet holes in its leg. Five hundred kilometres felt like a mile. I finally reached the… GOLDEN DOOR – there are never golden doors in Warson Odious.

I opened it to find, more than one million invisibility rings. I walked. Strength rings – I found out because I tried one on – and then the armour section. I walked to a brass… wait… ANOTHER GOLDEN DOOR. I walked to find a non-golden glass windowpane. On the other side was the train yard. A bunch of steel and metal clumped together. The trains all aligned on a rail made of death itself.

I pressed my face against the glass, and I saw him. Dad. He had a black mohawk instead of a blue one. He had very heavy armour on coloured black red and gold. His boots had a thin grey line going across the side. He also had two very sharp daggers placed in a socket in the side of his boot. His helmet was the same colour as his armour, only there was a big blue strip where his eye holes are. I noticed a girl behind him.

A thin, skinny girl whose eyes were the colour of a salty sea with wisps of the ocean spraying in them. She also had a long sword. It looked like the sword from THOR. And it was. How did I know? She inserted the sword into a mechanical technical socket and turned it. The out of the blue came a portal. Just like the one at the train station.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 10

 

I saw a million men march, run and scramble into the trains like a herd of wild bulls, trapped in a room with red silk everywhere to be seen. In almost a matter of ten minutes, all the men were in the trains. As dad raised his celestial bronze and silver rapier, which shined in the inadequate light coming into the station, the trains started to move.

One after the other, the trains disappeared into the portal. I needed to stop this at once. So, I smashed the glass and jumped out into the train line. I managed to grip a ring on the way out, so I was invisible.

I knew it would only be a matter of time before the other guards put on their invisibility ring, and then they would be able to see me, just like before. As the train sped towards the portal, I braced myself for the impact. I had always entered a portal by walking, not by going a one hundred kilometres an hour. I watched as all the other trains disappeared into the portal. And then. I was in.

I wasn’t at home. I wasn’t in the Rockies. I was literally nowhere. All I could see was endless white and a thousand trains, all positioned in front of another portal.  The places above the portal where places I’d never heard of. What on earth was Australia. Where was Asia and what in the name of New York is Europe. I looked around six evenly spaced portals. All so deathly and glum. But suddenly, the skinny girl walked in. She tapped her chest and a whole lot of armour came onto her. I could only see her eyes, which were now red and black. She raised her sword, like dad did, and a seventh, dark black and greyish portal opened. It looked like hell was through those doors. I looked to see inside the gate. I could only see death and darkness.  I could almost feel the presence of an evil spirit lurking in the shadows

The trains started moving again. My train went to… Ammericcaia??? I looked at the white space one more time and then… I was at the dusty railway line. The one close to home. The one with mum standing on the edge.

I jumped off, took of my ring and grabbed mum, pulled her to the closest tent and informed her on the past week. And then the Einsteinian voice was in my head again. “Go to the place we all know well and recruit the one who knows the battle bell” I suddenly realised what I had to do. “Mum.” I said. “Will you join me in my quest and stop the army front destroying the world!!” And she said yes.

I was