Next Thread 23: The Art of Zen

[BreakABone]

It has been a long, LONG TIME, actually believe the last update was the day before I found out about my job closing down... so probably was the cause.

Anyhow, I've had this written for a while, so figured would post and maybe, that old juice would return. I have most of the story planned out, its just finding time to write.

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He felt the rumble of the train as it drew closer to his current position. He had gone over this plan at least a dozen times in his head. Each time, his mind would create a new scenario that would paint his death in different manners.

His mind would full with fears and doubts, and then it would get eroded by thoughts of why he was doing this. He remembered how he was made an orphan at a very young age, and he knew that the man who was responsible for it was on that train.

He had attempted many times before, but always came up short. This time he could catch him by surprise and hopefully have enough evidence to put him away for life. Killing him would be too easy, and it would only help to make him a mortar. He had to destroy the persona he had built up.

The train’s roar could be heard right underneath. He steadied himself on the branch of the tree.
-_-_--_
He landed with a thud on the top of the train, and to his surprise he was alive. As he rose to his feet, he could also feel that nothing was broken. He would be sore in the morning, but he wouldn’t be a crippled.

With the revelation, he smiled a smile of relief, but that quickly vanished as he came to realize it was time to move.

He made his way slowly across the top of the train, his soles which he had embedded with large spikes to keep him from flying off, made an irritating scratching sound as he walked. Finally he made it to the edge of the car; he jumped down in between two cars and made his way into a busy room.