The train had stopped. Junya woke up from his sleep and looked around and noticed the entire train was dark. He turned his head behind him, to hear murmurs of other passengers sitting in the seats behind him. Junya felt around for the seat handle and proceeded to walk up to the front cars. A hand grabbed him on his shoulder, and pulled him down. "Sir, we are going to have to ask you to remain seated as we wait for the train to restore power." A man wearing a uniform instructed to Junya. "What happened, did we crash?" Junya asked. "Well, no, but unfortunately, there was a man on the tracks, and the train lost power when it ran over him, so we are asking all the passengers to remain calm and to stay seated. It should be a few minutes." The man said as he walked to the front car.
"Damn...Junya said to himself." Junya sat back down and rested his head
against the train.s window.
"It.s a damn shame what happened to that kid!" A male voice hollered
from the rear of the train.
"He jumped on the damn tracks while the train was moving!" Another
male voice exclaimed.
"Some people just don't value life...I bet he had everything going for
him." A woman.s voice said.
"How the fuck we know what he did or didn.t do, or what he had going
on that caused him to do what he did! For all we know, he could have been
pushed! Junya said angrily. Who knows what time it is?"
"What does it fucking matter what time it is? You in a rush, tell the
conductor! We all need to get somewhere kid, next time watch your manners.
What.s up your ass anyway?"
A different male voice spoke.
"Who the fuck you talking to like that yo!" Junya responded. Junya was
already agitated at the fact that his best friend literally threw him out on the
street. All he kept thinking about was the reason behind him going back to NYC
in the first place. Junya got out of his chair and walked towards the direction
where the voice came from.
"Which one of you bitch ass niggas said that shit!" Junya said with his
fists clenched.
"That didn.t come from no nigga, nigger!" The male voice spoke. The
man stood up from his chair and pushed Junya.
"Oh, you one of them racists mother fuckers, huh!" Junya said. Junya
kept his balance, for the man was but a little man; Junya reached in front of him
and grabbed the man.s shirt. The man started swinging violently, screaming
while doing so, but did not land a single punch. Junya grabbed him and
slammed him to the trains. floor, then started kicking him.
"Ouch!" A female voice exclaimed. A woman was sitting in a chair next
to where the man was on the floor.
"Will you two knock it off! Jees! For crying out loud you cannot even see
the guy!"
"Please, guys, it is too dark to be fighting! Just stop it, please!"
Junya moved away from the area where the man was lying on the floor.
Junya started to hustle towards the front car of the train, but bumped into the
conductor.
"Excuse me." Junya said instinctively.
"Oh, sorry sir." A man said as he opened a flashlight onto Junya.
"They are fighting back here sir!" The woman whom had been kicked
shouted.
The conductor flashed the flashlight in the direction of the woman. He
then shined the flashlight onto the floor, and saw a man lying on the floor
holding his side. At that time, Junya had already made his way towards the
front of the train.
"Is anyone sitting here?" Junya said out in the air. He was feeling around
for a new seat, and he did not want to sit on top of anyone.
Since he heard no response, he patted the seat with his hand, and then sat down.
"May I have your attention please, a voice over the intercom spoke. It
was the conductor. We are on standby to receive a power up, and will be back
running within the next five minutes. I ask you all to please remain seated until
the power is restored."