The Journey from Hell
By CrossmanX at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and Ideas welcome 
Just be careful who you look at on that journey back home!


The Journey from Hell

Roger released the hold he had on his briefcase and let it fall to the
platform floor; he looked at his watch, five minutes to wait. He let out a
quiet sigh of relief; it'd been a long day, a busy day and an even busier last
couple of weeks. For the past fortnight or so Roger had been working in a
different office, he'd been sent to 'sort out' the mess in the firms northern
branch. Ordinarily he wouldn't have minded, after all that was one of talents,
the ability to go into a failing area and sort it out, but this job had been a
bit different. Not the problems at the branch, they were always generally the
same no matter which branch he went to, no here it was the travelling, getting
to the office each day. And the reason that it was difficult to get to was all
down to his wife!

Sandra, the wife, was fed up with the part of her husband's job that took him
away for weeks on end. Normally Roger would just get a local hotel and come
home at the weekends. But with the kids now in there teens Sandra wanted her
husband there all the time, the disciplinarian, the one who would tell the
children off when they needed it. So when this job came up she put her foot
down, "it's only a train journey away, you can be back each evening, the kids
would like that and after all you're the boss down there so you can always
leave early each day!"

There was no arguing with his wife when she had one of her ideas stuck in her
head, she didn't understand his job, yes he might be the 'boss' but he has to
sort everything out, that's why he's there! But today he managed to leave
right on time, at 5 and as his train pulled in he could write up his daily
report and plan for the next day on his journey home. That always went to make
the hour and a half journey 'fly by!'

He stepped onto the train, smiled and picked out his seat, the good thing,
there was one, about this journey was that the train was never full. It was
one of those trips that, although long, didn't stress him out like others
journeys he'd made. A combination of the catching the right train, at the
right time, heading in the right direction, all went to produce a trip free
from the hustle and bustle of the normal rush hour commuter journeys.

He looked around the carriage he was in and recognised some of the faces, the
elderly gentleman who always seemed to sit in same seat each day, the youth
dressed in his trendy jacket which went some way to hide the fast food
restaurant uniform that was underneath it. Then there was the woman with the
pushchair, she wasn't there every day, more like every other day, yes some
familiar face that he had gotten use to over these few weeks.

He loosened his tie and was about to open up his briefcase and start on that
report when he noticed a new face, a female face an attractive face. On the
opposite side of the carriage and a set of seats further back, but facing
towards him was a woman, he'd never seen her before, he was certain of that.
She was oriental, far east, Chinese, Korean? Roger didn't know, maybe late
20's, early 30's again he didn't know, what ever she was, she was good looking
of that he was certain. She had long hair, past her shoulders but with very
definite and large curls to it, it had a variety of different shades and
colours, going from a fairish blond to a rusty red colour. The more he looked
the more shades he noticed and she had the most exquisite eyes, even from this
distance they really grabbed his attention.

She defiantly had something about her that appealed to him, but just then her
eyes caught his, Roger quickly looked down and grabbed at his brief case to
get out the report and start writing. He didn't want to be thought of as some
'weirdo' just sat there staring at pretty looking women, even if that was what
he had been doing. He started on his report, but every now and again found
himself taking a look in her direction. But the looks of things it seemed as
if she had one possibly two children sat in front of her, from where Roger was
he was finding it difficult to see. But it did also mean that every now and
again she would lean forward talk to the children, providing a very clear view
of her cleavage, the colourful t-shirt he had on had obviously been designed
with a letching man in mind.

For the next twenty minutes or so Roger found it difficult to concentrate on
the report in front of him, the woman on the other side of the carriage aisle
was a different matter! But she had caught him on at least three occasion
looking in her direction, he just smiled the first time, but got no response,
so pretending to be starting into space the next time she caught him, followed
by pretending to be looking out of the window she was sat next to. He was sure
that neither of these had fooled the woman. During this time it was the normal
routine for the rest of the 'usual' commuters in the carriage, at the various
stops some got on, some got off. The journey was just like it had been
everyday for the past few weeks, apart from this woman, the good looking
woman.

Thirty five minutes into the journey and the elderly gentleman got off at his
normal stop; Roger watched as the man stepped out of the train, looked at his
watch, looked up and down the platform and then walked off. Same routine
everyday, he smiled and turned his head back into the carriage, only to look
straight at the woman. He realised he was displaying his 'cheesy' grin, after
watching the man go through his routine, his expression quickly dropped, head
fell down and back onto the report that still lay on the his briefcase only
half done. 'She must think I'm such a creep.'

He tried so hard for the next few minutes not to look over to her, 'God know
what she must think', then came the need for the toilet. 'What's she going to
think if I stand up and walk past her?' He tried to hold on but finally had to
go, put his briefcase down, got up quickly and headed quickly down the aisle
to the toilets. He focused straight ahead and on nothing else, 'don't make eye
contact now or your really freak her out!' He was concentrating so hard on
looking straight ahead he didn't see the bag that he now tripped over THUD!
And to make matters worse it was one of 'her' bags "sorry ... sorry didn't see
it there ... sorry." He made a right 'pig's ear' of apologising and then
rushing off to the toilet.

'What a bloody fool!' Roger cursed himself for being a complete idiot, one
look at an attractive woman and now looks at him. He sorted himself out and
calmed himself down before going back into the carriage 'just don't make
another spectacle of yourself again' he told himself. As he made his way back
to his seat something else became clear to him, the rest of the carriage was
empty, apart from him, the woman and now coming into view the two small
children. A boy and girl, maybe 7, 8, he didn't know, were they hers, again he
couldn't tell.

Just then the woman stepped out into the aisle, her back to was towards him,
he wasn't sure if she knew he was walking down the aisle 'this could be
'difficult' trying to get past her!' She was wearing an unusual pair of pink
jeans, tight jeans that showed she had good legs and a pair of brown ankle
length boots with a particularly high heel, giving her extra height, not that
she looked that tall anyway. Roger found this look very sexy and then she bent
over to pick up the bag that Roger had tripped over a minute ago, a sharp
intake of breath and "OOOOWWWHHHH!"

The woman turned round; maybe he shouldn't have made his admiration so vocal!
'But God she has a great arse!' She stared at him 'Shit!' and it wasn't a look
that said she appreciated him drooling over her arse. 'Best just sit down and
keep head down' that was the plan, get to his seat, face away from her then no
accidental eye contact and just wait for the journey to end. Well that was
Roger's plan, he made a quick attempt to get past her, if he'd taken his
briefcase with him he would have just turned round there and then and headed
to a different carriage, but he hadn't, now he had no choice but to get past
her.

Hands up in the air to show he wasn't going to do anything, he tried to pass
her, but it was obvious with his luck so far even a simple move like this was
bound to go wrong. As Roger passed by the annoyed looking woman the train
jolted, he swayed backwards and forwards, the train jolted again and this time
the man lost his balanced and fell. The problem being was that he fell onto
the woman, she fell backwards, landed in the empty seat where she had been sat
but now with Roger all sprawled on top of her.

The man's nervous smile and laugh did nothing to help the situation, as he
pressed down against her breasts, the woman started to shout at him then her
hands slammed into him pushing him up and off her "alright ... ... alright ...
calm down it was an accident." The two children had confused and smiling looks
on their faces, that smile when something funny happens to a parent mixed in
with a look of 'who's this stranger?' Roger was back on his feet now "It's OK
kids, no need to worry I just lost my balance and ... ... " The woman cut him
off as she said something, in some oriental type language to the children
"Arrh great just what I need, they don't speak ... ... "

"As for you!" The woman did speak English, and now her attention was directed
at Roger "look lady you ... ... " WHACK! Roger had turned to her to try and
sort out this mess, now that he knew they could indeed speak to each other,
but she had started the conversation with her fist. She let lose with her
right fist sending it hard into the man's face, blackness, stars and a painful
feel all came over Roger at the same time. He staggered backwards, caught well
off guard by the woman, taking three or four step rearwards before again
losing his balance and ending up on the carriage floor.

He pushes himself upright, head spinning a bit and for a second wondering how
he had ended up there on the floor, another conversation between the woman and
the children filled the carriage and he remembered what had happened. He
looked up to see the woman was now there in the aisle, even though she wasn't
that tall she now seemed to be towering over him. There was a shout from one
of the children, Roger still didn't know exactly what language it was, but as
the woman turned to obviously rebuke the child, he tried to haul himself back
onto his feet.

Roger needed to 'sort' this mistake out, and quickly before anyone else got
onto the train; he was just about back on his feet when the woman turned back
to him THUD! OOOWWWHHHH! She wasn't happy with him, that was clear; she kicked
out, twisting her body and landing her boot squarely into Roger's chest. For
the second time in as many minutes the man was send flying backwards and
landed heavily on the floor. Roger rolled around clutching his chest which now
throbbed with a aching pain 'what the hell was she up to!'

A simple mistake, a look, an off balance moment and a fall and now this woman
had got lucky and he was on the floor. Roger caught his breath; he was now
annoyed even angry that a simple mistake had gotten so out of hand. It was
time to sort this all out, now! He pulled himself up on to his feet, the woman
was just stood there, she had her head slightly tilted as she was still taking
back to the children. Two faces where now peering over the top of the seat
where they should have been sat down, they where smiling obviously amused by
what had happened to the man.

Roger made his way down the carriage; the woman still had one eye on him as
she carried on talking to the children "now look her Miss ... ... " His tone
was firm, he needed to take control of the situation, she turned fully towards
him 'good she's listening to me, that's a start.' " ... ... You've got this
all wrong now why don't we just sit down and ... ... " OOOHHHHH! But Roger
hadn't fully taken in everything; the woman had been stood there with one hand
on each of the seats beside her and now used these to balance on. In one quick
movement her legs came up sharply, her boots clamped around Roger's neck and
with a sharp twist she took the man off his feet, again and throws him into
the empty set of seats beside him. The carriage filled with laughter from the
two children, who found this man discomfort and clown like horseplay very
funny.

Roger again shakes his head, 'what the hell is this woman up to?' But before
he can even try and attempt to answer his own question, she there, at the end
of the seat. She leans downs grabs the man and yanks him up back to his feet
WHACK! Her fist follows up into his gut, winding Roger SMACK! The second one
is more brutal and her manhandling of the man is now more vicious as her fist
now came up sharply into the underneath of his jaw. He's driven back into the
seat, new pain and discomfort to deal with, a confused head and now with no
obvious way of talking himself out of his unpleasant predicament.

ARRRHHHH! His cries of pain fill the carriage once more as the woman grabs him
by a handful of his hair and drags him off the seat. WHACK! Her boot slams
into him, he staggers backwards CRACK! Another boot and he's driven further
down the aisle of the carriage SMACK! A painful series of hard hitting boots,
that guild the man into the more open area where the doors are, this gives her
more room WOOSSHHHH! CRACK! But the oriental woman's roundhouse kick was just
a blur to Roger all he knew about it was the sharp blow that struck him and
struck him hard. He's sent flying, through the doorway and into the second
part of the carriage, coming down heavily onto anther set of seats.

The train had started to slow down as it approached a minor station, Roger
crawled along the seat to the window, there was a man who normally gets on
here, just the one but it was at least someone to help him THUD! ARRRHHHH! But
there was still the woman here in the carriage with him; she'd come down hard
on his back, driving her knee into his spine, that was agony!

A leg came round his neck, that pink denim material is now wrapped around his
throat, which fitted nicely into the 'V' of her knee. Her other knee drove in
hard to his back forcing the mans body up to the window, she knelt there on
top him, grabbed hold of the top of the seat to give her extra leverage as she
now applied the pressure. The train came to a stop, there on the platform was
the man that always got on, but he was shocked at what greeted him at the
window. All he could see was Roger, a man he vaguely reconsider from his
journey as just another passenger, but the man's face was pushed up against
the window. His hands pushed flat against the window, panic on his face, but
if that wasn't frightening enough there was this woman on top of him. It
looked as if she had one leg around his neck if she was strangling him, with
her leg? The man was shocked and confused, the woman, oriental looking, was
holding onto the top of the seats and pushing down on the man's back at the
same time forcing him against the window.

He's seen some strange things on the trains in his time but this beat them
all, a whistle sounded and the train stared to pull out. He just stood there
and watched as the train pulled away, a couple of windows later and there were
two children there waving, he waved back "strange ... ... She had a nice
smile, but pink jeans though?" He thought for a moment "first time I've seen
anyone with jeans like that on this line!" He waited for the next train.

On the train and Rogers last hope of any help had just stood there and looked
back at him and done nothing. But he couldn't think about that lost
opportunity, the leg around his throat was tightening, she must have strong
legs, he could feel that much. The other knee that grinded into his back made
it feel as if his spine was going to snap at any second. His breath against
the window was becoming shallower as he was loosing the fight against
consciousness. The woman could see this and decided to release her hold of
him, Roger slumped into the seat as she let him go, he gasped for breath as
the woman went back to check that the children were still behaving themselves.

It seemed like ages had past as Roger just lay there trying to recover, he
didn't know whether he'd been there for just a couple of minutes or an hour,
anyway he was grateful. It was quite, has she gone? Roger forced his aching
body up, pushing himself to his feet and stood up in the aisle, he raised his
head to look down the carriage 'Shit!' There at the other end was the woman,
she had a smile on her face, the children where stood with her as if they
where just about to leave the train. He looked around to see if he could
identify the next stop, "so your up, I'm surprised." 'Crap!' She'd made her
way down the carriage was now stood closer to him.

He was froze with fear 'what's she going to do now?' "Enjoy the rest of your
journey ... " With that she jumped up, hands grabbed onto the top of the seats
on each side of the aisle, and like some gymnast she swings her legs backwards
and forwards, gaining momentum and height, then, really throwing herself into
the movement, she swings her legs upwards and CRACK! Both feet came up sharp
and fast driving into the bottom of Roger's jaw, he was sent off his feet and
flying down the carriage. Before he hits the floor a blanket of darkness had
taken him into unconsciousness.

Much later and Roger was being attended to by a member of the railway company
staff, it was put down to a mugging by a group of youths, and Roger was more
than happy to go alone with that version!

A week or so later and Roger had recovered from his 'mugging' he'd done such a
good job at the northern branch that he'd now become the manger there. He
still travels by train, as his wife has said, "It's the wrong time to take the
kids out of school and move them, so just be careful on the train, get off if
you see anyone who could be trouble." Great advice!

He hadn't seen that woman again, that was a great relief, he did however seen
the man who hadn't come to his rescue that time, they just gave each other a
very strange look each time their paths crossed. Roger had finished the report
he was working on, he looked out the window as the train carried on with it's
journey, he smiled, it'd been a good number of weeks since the 'mugging' and
everything now seemed OK. The train pulled into a station, Roger closed his
eyes for a moment, it had been a busy day at the office.

A whistle blew and the train pulled out, he opened his eyes again, normally it
was just him, maybe one or two other passengers, from now on, nice and
relaxing. He heard footsteps coming down the aisle. As he started to look up
he noticed a set of ankle length boots, then a pair of pink jeans! He
swallowed hard as he looked up at the attractive oriental woman "Shit!" She
smiled "what's the matter not happy to see me again?" Roger scrambled out his
seat and started to walk backwards down the aisle, and away from her.

He noticed there was only her and him in the carriage 'Oh Fuck!' A quick look
behind him, someone stood in at the end of the aisle before the carriage doors
'Thank God someone else!' "Excuse me can you help ... " A woman turned towards
him, an oriental woman, attractive, a younger version of the vicious woman
that now walked down from the other end of the aisle toward him! He turned
back to the first woman, Roger realised there was just the three of them there
"left the children at home today brought my younger sister out, told her all
about you ... ... ... !"