“Oh my god. Declin, if this was you, I swear I'll beat your ass six ways to sunday.” I can’t help but swear as I look up and down the road tracks. “If you’re late AGAIN i’m not waiting for you. Hell, you can right on and go fuck ya self. I’m not missing this train. Not again. Not staying in Cleveland one more night. I don’t even care. I’ll ride by myself. I swear to God almighty I will. Just you watch me. Mhmm.”
I glance all about the yard, looking for any sign of my missing friend but see nothing but rusted train cars and silent train tracks. I check my watch and start to make for the now open train car. “It’s a quarter tell. If you don’t get here soon pal I’ll be that much closer to cali and you’ll be here wishing you were me. I tell ya, you won’t even know what hit you if you miss this damn train.”
I walk towards the car clearly marked ‘easy to enter’ not even bothering to glance about again as I force the lock and throw the door open revealing an interior filled with crates and boxes of all shapes and sizes. Each box marked with a number. Each crate is marked with a name and letter. I smiled as I got inside knowing that this was about as comfortable a train ride as I could manage baring actually paying for a ticket. Which was laughable. Why pay when you could ride for free?
"Yo Sam, You here?” I hear echo over the train yard and I smile recognising the voice of my erstwhile friend. “Yey man! Just walk back I’ll keep the door open for ya! Gotta get in quick through They leave in like half an hour! Come on man! Hurry yo ass up!”
I sit my ass down, swing my legs over the edge and kick my feet out, almost dancing as I sit and wait. Damn girl, these shoes are fine. I should go scrounging in them bougie parts more often. The kicks in question were dark worn in boots with steel toes. Done in leather and velvet they had seen better days but they still had plenty of life left to live. Honestly whoever had thrown them out had made one hell of a mistake. One man's trash and all that.
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“Sam I can’t see ya. Call your ass out if ya would?” I can’t help but smile as his words ring clear and closer.
“Yo, over here hurry your ass up! I want these door closed in the next little while! Don’t wanna get caught riding by some last second check!” Which was more than true. You never knew when they would run checks on the locks and doors before a departure. Most days, it didn’t matter much. But every once in a while they did snap inspections… And if we were caught being the landward style of stowaways well a whole lot of hurt could be coming our way.
“I gotch you boo. I see ya just one sec!” I hear the sound of heavy running footsteps and can’t help but frown. They didn’t sound like Declin’s steps, but hell he may well have made a score. Would have made sense with how late the boy was. “Damn son, you sound like you are packed to the nines! Can’t wait to see what swag you got on ya!”
The man that rounded the corner was not Declin. In fact he was the farthest thing from the sixteen year old runaway that one might be. For one he was dressed to the nines. A suit that was tailored to his gigantic frame. Black on black on more shades of black. The only hint of color was on his tie which had a red stripe running down the center. “Who the hell are you and where’s Declin.
He just looked at me, his blue eyes locking me in place as I tried to stand. He reached into his pocket as he drew closer and in a flash he withdrew a silver almost futuristic gun, pointed it at me, and pulled the trigger. The next thing I knew I was tumbling forward, my body unresponsive, My eyes growing heavy. My mind slowly running down. I can;t help but wonder where Declin is. What had happened to him. If he was alright. I panic.Not for myself, but for my friend. But as my eyes finally fell shut I saw him round the corner. A stack of cash in his dirty hands, a new bag over his shoulder. I’d have cried then and there, but blessedly I fell into unconsciousness.