[ WP ] You get on a train only go realize it never stops and all the passengers are immortal .

`` Not again!'' 
 Those were his first words on this particularly long, arduous journey. 
 `` I am Marvin, pleased to make your acquaintance.'' 
 `` Hello Marv, please call me Jango. Show me the ticket.'' the grimly-suited man said with a contrasting pleasant smile on his face. 
 `` I'm sorry, I do n't have a ticket. There were some extenuating circumstances. Long story.'' 
 `` That's rather peculiar.'' then, after a pause to adjust his tie and tap the pad a couple of times, he said, `` All the others have been checked. Why do n't we have some drinks and you tell me your story.'' 
 
 As they chatted facing the bar counter, Marvin almost shied away, lied. Then, like a dam breaking, it came out in a flood... 
 `` Well, it says a lot when someone spectacularly fails even at suicide. I still see it clear as day, walking to the ledge while clips from my miserable life played out with all the satirical commentary in my head. Just like the namesake, my life has been a depressing one. Alas! I am not even smart, or good with computers. However, I was determined to get done with it once and for all, unlike the time when rope snapped during hanging, or when my cat ate the rat poison, or the day I set myself afire but it burned through the hydrant control overhead and doused me, ughhh....'' 
 `` However, this was perfect. The ledge was 50 meters high. It overlooked a narrow gauge rail track, the jagged gully barely wide enough. A fall certainly meant landing on the rails. At the bottom, the cliff wall had a tunnel mouth that swallowed the tracks. He had already been inside the tunnel, the walls so badly riddled with scratches and crushed debris along the sidelines indicated that there was little chance anything on top of a train would make it out.'' 
 `` The mechanical rhythm broke my stupor, well into my third day of camping. As I watched the light shrouded in the night, a glowing and growing beacon of hope, I realized something.'Very fast.' Without a thought I jumped. My angled leap bashed me into the left wall rather than a graceful parabolic fall. I bounced like a ragged doll and lost consciousness, still falling. When I came to, my forehead was swollen and i was squeezed in the flubbery joint between coaches, the lower height regions that heroes use to escape certain death. Goddamnit!'' 
 ``'Jump down?' a still hopeful part of my brain nudged me, only to be silenced by the gravely disappointed majority,'Just give up. Go in and find some food. Who knows, you may fail and die in the process.' Unfortunately, here I am.'' He finished with a sigh. 
 
 The train official still sat turned on the stool, facing him with equal part rapt attention and fascination. Finally, he took a long sip from his honey-mead and spoke. `` I see. Do not worry about the ticket. Been a while since anyone summoned the Hell Express without channels. But how can I forget, the last one burned through the main engine to enter, you know. It took me 400 years to heal that. Barbarians all..'' 
 Marvin silently choked on his wine. After a pat or two, he gathered himself, `` Did you say 400 years?'' 
 `` Yes. Crazy is n't it? A century is plenty, but all this bureaucratic jackassery fills my time. Oh, how our little Helly suffered.'' 
 Marvin felt more befuddled and alarmed with each passing minute. `` Umm. Excuse me. Can we start from the introductions. I am 24 years old. How old are you? What is this Hell Express? etc'' 
 `` Oh... Ohh!'' Jango's eyebrows pricked, as he talked excitedly `` So your suicide failures were n't intentional... Of course not. I see. Quite young to be here, frankly. I should have noticed, your fashion does n't match other newbies.'' then calming a little, and making an all encompassing wave of hands, Jango continued `` This is Hell express, I prefer'Helly'. A train filled with the undying, from all times and places. The train never stops. To get in, you need summoning, through some magical channel usually, which leaves a discernible mark on the arm of the user. That is what I wanted from you, the Ticket. As for my age, I lost interest after the thousandth.'' 
 `` By undying, you mean immortal? Everyone?'' Marvin asked. 
 `` We have reasons to believe so. And by the way, this train may have a will of its own. I think it does.'' Jango nodded with a knowing look in his grey eyes. 
 
 Marvin suddenly burst out laughing. `` Man, I've got to give it to you. Quite a story. Thanks for cheering me up. There is a flaw though, you did n't check my arm for the Ticket.'' 
 `` I did.'' Jango pointed until the fabric of the shirt shimmered and Marvin's arm shone through the orange transparent haze. In a second, it was solid again. `` Undying does n't mean can not be killed. Whether you wish to live here or leave, both will require considerable skill in the Craft. You'd do well if you come to grips with it soon.'' 
 Gulping down the last of his drink, Jango picked his pad from the table and got up. A sudden thought brought him around just as he turned, `` Want to watch a film? We just beamed in Titanic. Your clothes seem to be from the new era, but I bet you have n't seen a color picture yet.'' 
 They travelled together through Jango's gate. Jango was contemplating the possibility of an underling, an apprentice even. Confounded Marvin trudging along, having found a new stage for his grand failures. 
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