Blurry images of scenery flew by my window. Images of trees, animals, and wherever else the train decided to take us. I stared outside as if I was mesmerized. I was in my own little world of security. My eyes drifted to the empty seats across from me now occupied by a little girl. She stared at me with soulless eyes, black against her blue skin. Her hair was a mottled brown and her clothes were way before our time. A bonnet hung loosely on her head completely in tatters. Darkness swallowed her up from the tunnel and she disappeared. Peeling my eyes away from the seat, I pulled out a white pill from my back pocket. It was gone in a second. I had almost forgotten.

We rode this train every day. To where, I didn't know. None of us knew. Our destination wasn't up to us. The speed wasn't up to us. Our only responsibility was to enjoy the ride.

It was difficult to enjoy what I didn't plan to do. Most people on this train were here by choice. Outcasts looking for a good time, a lucky few chosen to join. I was the exception; an outcast among outcasts. My parents, in light of my best interests, sent me aboard. In my eyes, they damned me to hell.

Cheers and adrenaline-filled screams caught my attention. The car I had picked to stay on had also hosted an ecstatic bunch. Men shouting over the engine and women's voices melting every time the whistle blew. This train had been traveling for miles. Whatever they were excited about was a far away concept. But they didn't care. Merely being in the presence of those who owned the train was enough for them. But I wasn't so easily convinced.

My pill brought on an episode of headaches and the screaming didn't help alleviate the pain. With care I edged out of my seat and made my way down the aisle. Surely there had to be one car not infiltrated with unnecessary sound. Not daring to leave my bag behind in the hands of the curious, I slung it over my shoulder securely. My hands gripped the silver knob of the door and wrenched it open. Seclusion in the hallway made for a blissful passing, but rules were rules. I couldn't stay here.

Every car I walked through had some form of vocal power. The engine alone would have been better. I realized with grief that I'd have to head to the front of the train, the car I had refused to stay on due to ungodly amounts of attention. But as more people boarded, the more they filled the back cars. Same idea as me I supposed.

One last door and I found myself in a long black corridor. My memory had proved false in thinking there was another car. The voices had drowned out while the roar of the engine was intensified. A strong, fiery heat burned my skin as I cautiously stepped forward. There was darkness. I was darkness. Only the amberish glow of a fire illuminated the room. Looking around I saw no one. Another look and I noticed this was the engine. And no one was driving it.

A shovel had been carelessly tossed aside by a mound of coal fuelling the fire. A mantle on the wall displayed a red guitar, reflecting the light. I stood on my tip toes for a closer look. The wood was shiny without so much as a fingerprint or a speck of dust. The instrument captivated me into a state of transfixion. My hand reflexively reached up to touch it, my fingertip an inch away from the strings.

A thunderous crash rang from behind me making me jump. I quickly pulled my hand away. Turning around I saw a being I'd never imagined. He had been driving this train. He slowly rose up from his crouched position as he had been on a shelf behind me, watching me, and jumped down.

I stood in his presence. His intimidation. He was small, but could have easily towered over a king. His skin was red like fire, and his clothes were a piceous black. Movement behind his back caught my attention, and I gasped to see a red tail swishing back and forth. In horror I saw two steel horns atop his head, either side of a hat and brown hair. My heart pounded wildly, cowarding away from this image I'd only ever hallucinated about. I couldn't tell if he was even real.

Second by second he stepped forward, each echoing off the corridor. If I backed up I'd be burned in the fire, so I didn't dare move. Two blood red eyes searched me over for any possible threat. A dark expression he wore, one that clearly indicated that I was not invited here. That I was trespassing.

The being stepped away from me, head tilted. I relaxed a little knowing he wouldn't hurt me. Not unless I didn't leave that instant. He turned a ninety giving me an exit to take. I lowered my head, clutching my bag as I passed him. One glance upward to see his eyes narrowed and following me put me in such a state of uneasiness. As soon as I was outside, the door to the engine slammed shut, splitting my skull. My feet picked up the pace out of the corridor and back to the passenger cars. No one seemed to notice my unusual arrival from the front of the train, and I preferred it that way. Making my return to the people, I promised never to go back up there again, lest I want to see that "little devil" again. The cheering and screaming really weren't too bad, I decided. I'd force myself to live with it.