The sound of locomotives rang through the ears of Ted; continously. Excitement, that created a life career. The engines roar, vibration beneath the feet, crowded ticket booths, and airflow that cycled through the train station.
Ted, 30 year journeyman / tradesman retired US Veteran Army. Ted worked repairing locomotives certified and skilled in many trades.. Dedicated to his career, Ted spent more hours making money than truly living life. His lifestyle was boring and simple. Without question, the muscular man, had intelligence that scared many co-workers. A mindset beyond brave, strong and precise. A rugged man with busted knuckles and boots that begged for new soles. Clothing aged with that described his lifesyle, as slight wrinkles were visible only on occasion. Wrinkles that appeared when the economy shifted and shortages circulated.. Ted saved every penny earned to build life for retirement, if that ever had purpose.
Never married or having children, Ted had no excuse to dating or companionship. Or that’s what those individuals who thought they knew Ted, would argue. Word around the station was a hidden project Ted had been newly involved with.
It was the year of 1960, a slowing production of goods due to transportation. Many years of experience, Ted secretly docked a old train Engine to repair in spare his time. After planning the project – something he discovered a bunker. Bunker in-which could possibly be a living space. Every tool or component needed Ted either handmade or designed himself. Once his idea began to come together. The Engine began to be recognized. Members at the station were amazed at the project Ted was creating. A steam Engine that would transport goods by land faster than shipping by water. The creation was the first visioned by man. By the time the project was midway complete guest would distract Ted from completing the Steam Locomotive.
Somewhere with all the attention drawn from the train. Well Ted became interested in people, something he never took part in throughout life. With such creation, Ted took the production to another level. Allowing guest to aboard the train and utilize the space. People would gather with friends or family. An old docked train began to shine in the town. Once the bunker was presented by a young women. Well the bunker became a hidden desire or pleasure zone for married or unmarried men.
Women took advantage of the opportunities, of escorting stable wealthy men.. The old train opened doors to welcome a new lifestyle. Many who felt the unfilling relations began to explore possibilities. Secrets, lies, and pleasured alibis had stirred commotion in the town. Ted had slowed his role, while local tradesman worked to help complete the steam Locomotive. Ted introduced himself to newcomers and the attention was appreciated, escorting was part of his lifestyle. Growing attention to the train, it had been nearly two years since the project began. Ted didn’t feel an urgency to rush his retirement plan. The spare time had opened a lifestyle Ted had longed for, and past due for years.
Ted had escort affairs with multiple women. The women were bound by Ted’s arrangements or modified unless Ted specified new offerings.
The day was hectic and Ted’s tired face revealed wrinkles, that captured sweat droplets. Thick brows caught those drops that rushed down his forehead. When a soft voice politely says, “would you like some fresh sweet tea”? A stressed, rugged man ignored the voice. As a cold drink repeated in his thoughts, wipping drops of sweat on his dirty shirt. Staring at the feet of a women standing above him. She watched Ted stop and take a deep breathe. “Mister, you can’t ignore a cold drink of my sweet tea”. Hot and tired, Ted took a moment to acknowledge the women. “Miss, a cold drink is past due, I have work to do, I would rather not be bothered”. A cool breeze of air filled the pores of Ted’s tiring face.. Looking up, for a response – a mid aged women in a fine casual dress, was smiling back. The lady kneeled down pulled a hand towel from her handbag, wipping sweat from his wrinkled face. Ted had lost words, conversation become a stare that was endless. A blushed face of a women who felt the need to tend to Ted’s overworked nature. “ Mister, accept my apology for invading your space”, the lady expressed with friendly intentions. Ted felt attracted to this women instantly. “Miss, you must move on, I’m not looking for trouble from your husband”. Laughing and giggle, I am Elaine – I am a single lady. Ted was more than interested, he just didn’t quite understand her intentions. Small talk was extended, then Ted asked Elaine, if she would be interested to meet tomorrow at noon. Elaine was flattered she began to giggle in happiness. Ted had thought of Elaine the whole evening. He had not laid eyes on someone who took time to notice him. Her need to tend to his needs caught his interest. The next morning Ted planned to mingle with guest aboard while waiting Elaine’s arrival. Greeting Elaine, the two was drawn by each others charisma. Laughter and conversation turned into continuous late nights of passion.
Ted was captivated by Elaine, he had purchased new clothes to look current. The relationship gave pleasure and excitement to Ted and Elaine.
One day Elaine was to meet Ted for lunch. Mingling with guest, time passed and Elaine had not arrived. While Ted wondered and thought touring the train- plans to build added extended bunkers. Once ready for transporting services, travelers would need sleeping quarters for long commutes. Endless possibilities were crowding his plans, as Elaine was a thought that took over this focus. Ted followed a few guest down the viewing area, when a giggle and laugh sounded formilar. Turning to the sound Ted waited most the day to hear – Elaine stood before him. Blood filled her torn dress, her eyes were black and her arm bruised and cut. A happy Ted was broken, “Elaine, what happened”? You okay”? Even words would not explain the pain that filled the wrinkles in Ted’s face. A man who was pleasant and kind. Felt pain not ever experienced before. Elaine stood distant from Ted. Her eyes told a story that Ted waited to hear. Elaine began to shake “Mister, please help me”. As Ted approached her, open arms, why he asked? A moment that felt helpless and unsettling. Tears fell from Elaine’s face – enticed with happiness, so happy as she departed yesterday from Ted. A man of drunkenness from the Saloon, forced me at his will to escort. Unknown of my time, a stranger to ashamed of loneliness. Forced to have sex, beaten and bruised. Elaine ashamed and raped at no fault of her own. Ted had felt guilt of opening the doors for guest in town. “Elaine did the man force you on the Engine”? “No, Ted I had walked into town”. I was curious to the bunker space, to gather creative ideas. After the Country store closed yesterday, the man followed me into the bunker”. Embarrassed Elaine, says I must go”. Ted had not missed a days work at the station for 8 years since employed.
Elaine, I will work the next two weeks, to complete the Steam Engine and keep you safe. That moment forward, Ted didn’t allow Elaine out of his sight. The two spent countless hours working on the once populated Train for guest.. That now was closed to public or anyone. The old bunker that suited 10 rooms. Became living quarters for Ted and Elaine as the converted space to their needs. Ted renovated the space where Elaine would not be harmed or seen by the man. Ted opened the door of the train to gather stock items needed for the bunker – when he was struck behind his head with a board. Elaine began to scream out for help but seemed no one came to their aide. The drunken man tied Ted up to a cargo box. Forcing Elaine to another bunker space. A raged man of drunken behavior, struck Elaine repeatedly across the face. A lifeless Ted, unaware of the situation. Knocked out from the blows the drunken man took to the back of Ted’s head.
The people in town made no attempts to board the station since it was closed temporarily. Elaine cried out, her screams unheard, her body forced upon by a drunken man. Tired and afraid, Elaine began to fight the drunken man. As she faught to her feet. She could see Ted in the distance. Her body exhausted she couldn’t even plan an escape. The drunken man grabbed Elaine by her breast, pushing her into the bunker. With little intention or thought, Elaine grabbed the drunken man by his balls. Twisting and squeezing with all her ability. Crippling the drunk to a painful state. One more intention to stop him was to inflict more pain. Her hands began to sweat, her heart began to pound. Elaine grab the board, jabbing the drunken man repeatedly in his balls. A sick breathe taking mumble cried from the drunken man. The drunk grabbed Elaine’s arm to disable her swing. Ted grabbed the board quickly to finish Elaine’s intentions. Hitting the drunken man- to unconscious. Ted was able to free Elaine. A voice shouted out boarding Engine #1933. The closed station empty and not a soul insight.. Elaine was aware, Engine #1933 was complete, just left station. Elaine struggled to reach the front of the Steam Engine. Closing the door behind her to safety. Ted and Elaine embraced as Engine #1933 departed the station. A mighty Steam engine with no direction or plan. Set to tour the tracks, Elaine held close to Ted embracing the security. The train went for hours and hours.. A loud blast against the caged door, to operation of the Engine. The drunken man now conscious in rage, began to shout and holler. “Get me out of here”. “ please, I have lost my ticket and I don’t know where I am going”..
“STOP THIS TRAIN, STOP THIS TRAIN”. The drunken man began to bang repeatedly trying to get the attention of anyone”. The rage became outrage, “ I lost my ticket, and on the wrong damn train. “Does anyone hear me”? “My wife is beaten and bruised, stop this train, please”.
Elaine and Ted planned to jump from the moving train- leaving the drunken man behind.
A drunken and fragile man repeatedly exhausted himself once again. Desperately begged to stop the train. He was left alone, to his own will. The behavior of excellerating to higher speed, the impulse of the old man fearfully running back and forth pleading for help.
Ted had placed a rod connecting to the door. Once closed after their escape the rod would force pressure on the excellerated throttle. Slowing the train to escape, Ted and Elaine jumped from the train. Watching as the train began to gain speed rapidly. Leaving the drunken man solo on a train racing at high speed.
The train later derailed, only one single passenger was discovered tied to a enclosed space. A rod seated in place to lock pressure on the throttle. After non-stop accelerated speed. Several box cars detached from the engine. Damaged components required for stability were failing by the minute. Engine #1933 had two box cars disabled – wheel conditions caused sparks to fly. Continued – the drunken man was disoriented and confused. Trying to move in position to have Elaine trapped. Using her as leverage, with all his might he stood holding the rails of the box car. Trying to transition to the engine operations to get Ted. Drunken man was unstable mentally and physically.
Nine hours in, the medical team tackled the drunken old man. “Mr. Henderson,? “It’s okay Mr. Henderson, we are here to help you. Fighting every staff member, the drunken man stood on the bed, yelling he was going to jump from the train. Convinced when he took a motor cart wrecklessly crashing into desk and anything in his path.
“Harry, its Dr. Allen, your very exhausted. Another bad day of manic rage. About nine hours of rage injurying 3 staff members and wrecking the facility. “Harry, I have restricted your activity time for 3 weeks no media or visitors. Your PTSD was triggered by sounds of locomotives or trains in the movie “Unstoppable”. In order to reduce the rage “Harry you have to avoid triggers”. Do you understand?
Dr. Allen gathered his papers, finalizing orders for Harry. Lets try to avoid those manic rages. Harry needed to rest after his injection of lithium which takes full effect in 36 – 48 hours. Reducing the severity of manic and calming effects of depression. Those reminders of being left on a high speed train – left Harry with manic PTSD. Even the sound of a door slamming can trigger Harry’s manic episode’s.
After no visitors or media, Harry was lonely. His level of behavior had highs and lows of depression. The ability to stabilize the mania levels in Harry was unpredicatable. Predictable behavior had challenges. Dr. Allen walking to the door to exit, dropped 2 small pieced of paper. Harry getting up from his bed, watching the paper blow across the floor. A women had passed the door, Harry eyed the paper Dr. Allen had dropped. In all consideration, the paper blew across the floor. Harry could invison someone like himself dropping something, even not having a train ticket. Harry began to shake as the door slammed behind Dr. Allen. Bed alarms began to go off. Harry stood on the bed and another wreckless manic episode unfolds. The conditions traumatized Harry. Simply a piece of paper, sound of a train, and a wild ride on a run away train.