FanFic:Saving Sodor Part 7: Evil Diesels

Saving Sodor Part 7: Evil Diesels

Characters: (in order of appearance)

• Gordon
• The Other Railway Diesel
• Thomas
• Percy
• Diesel
• 'Arry and Bert
• Diesel 10

Chapter Seven

The day dragged on, and the engines continued their hard work like clockwork.

Just as dusk started to fall, the engines were now completing their final jobs of the day.

Gordon, who had been pulling the express all day, pulled into the station at Brendam docks. A long blue diesel with its front and rear ends painted yellow (including his face) was waiting here with some express coaches. This diesel, which was from England, was waiting to take over with all the passengers from Gordon's express, to take them to England. Brendam station was as far as Gordon would go.

The passengers left Gordon's coaches, and boarded the diesel's.

"You're looking grumpy this evening," the diesel muttered to Gordon.

Gordon sighed. He was still being moaning about not being chosen to take the Fat Controller to England.

"As you know, I'm the fastest engine on the Island of Sodor!"

"So you keep reminding me," the diesel muttered.

"Yes, well, the Fat Controller has gone to England now - and has chosen to travel in a little tank engine's coaches, and a helicopter – instead of me! Sodor's fastest and finest engine! It's an outrage! It's a disgrace! It's a-"

"Did you say that the Fat Controller has gone to England?" the diesel interrupted.

"Why, yes."

"For how long?"

"Oh, a couple of days. Why?"

"Oh, no important reason," replied the diesel. Then muttered to himself, "I know someone who might like to know this."

Gordon heard this. "Who?" He asked sharply.

But then, the guard's whistle blew, and the diesel quickly raced out of the station, leaving Gordon feeling suspicious.

"What was he talking about?" he wondered. "Oh, well. That's diesels for you. Now I'd better go to take these coaches back, and go to Tidmouth sheds. The friend of the Fat Controller's who's looking after us will be here soon." And with that, with one toot of his whistle, Gordon steamed out of the station.

Later, as the final rays of daylight were dying down, Thomas and Percy were at the yards near Tidmouth. Thomas was taking on water and Percy was parked behind him, waiting to use the water tower after Thomas.

"Now, this is more like it," smiled Thomas. "A nice quiet drink. No Diesel, which means no trouble. This is just per-"

But Thomas was then rudely interrupted by the toot of a diesel horn. Both he and Percy recognised the sound of the horn, and knew which diesel it belonged to.

"I think you spoke too soon, Thomas," said Percy unhappily.

Sure enough, Diesel appeared from behind them on the track next to where they were parked.

"Going to the meeting where that friend of the Fat Controller's is going to tell you how he's going to scrap you all?" he snickered.

"I'm not going to waste my time with you," Thomas sighed. "Just buzz off, Diesel."

"And besides, the Fat Controller's friend isn't going to scrap us," peeped Percy. "He's just going to get to know us."

"Well, he only needs to take one look at you to see how useless you are!" Diesel sneered, and he purred away.

"Why does Diesel have to pick on us?!" Percy sighed sadly.

"Just ignore him, Percy," smiled Thomas. "Diesel is no good for anything. We, however, are really useful engines, and we must prove this while the Fat Controller is away. Besides, I can think of another diesel engine we've encountered, who's just as bad as diesel. But I don't think we'll hear from him again. So just having diesel is easy compared to if we had the other diesel as well."

A little later, the sun had sunk completely, and darkness had fallen. A full moon light up the island of Sodor.

Diesel was now entering a place where he loved to spend time; a large smelters yard. Remains of scrapped engines lay everywhere, and trucks of scrap where parked in the sidings. There was a large smelting shed here, where scrap was cut up and melted down. If only old vehicle was taken inside this shed, it was likely it was come out in bits and pieces.

Diesel stopped by one of the sidings, where two other diesels were parked. Like Diesel, they where Class 08 shunters. But instead of being painted black, like Diesel, they were painted dark grey, with the outside of their cabs painted yellow. On their front ends, yellow and black hazard stripes where painted. On their sides, painted in white, read 'SODOR IRONWORKS'. These two diesels were identical in almost every way, due to the fact that they were actually twins. The only detail which told the two apart was that one of them had stubble. The other was cleanly shaven.

"Alright, Diesel?" the cleanly shaven diesel asked him. "'Ave you 'eard the Fat Controller 'as left Sodor?"

"Yes, 'Arry, I know," grumbled Diesel. "I don't need reminding of thing everyone knows."

"Alright," muttered 'Arry. "Just thought I'd remind you of the latest news."

"Well now that you know that I know," groaned Diesel, feeling annoyed. "Let's get to the point of why I've come to see you."

"Why 'ave you, den?" asked the other diesel.

"I was just about to tell you, Bert." Diesel muttered through gritted teeth. "This is the perfect chance to get rid of those steam engines, once and for all!"

"Oh, and 'ow are we gonna do that?" Bert chuckled. "By pulling a 'eavy goods train, like you tried once?! Yeah, that'll really work!" he added sarcastically.

"No, it won't Bert." 'Arry snickered. "Not only does it not do anything at all to get rid of steam engines, but all it results in is Diesel falling off the end of a pier." The two twins burst out laughing.

"Shut up, you two!" Diesel snapped angrily! "You make fun of me, and it won't be just the steam engines I'll be getting rid off. And anyway, you two are just as bad when it comes to getting steam engines. How could putting steam engines in the middle of goods trains get rid of them? Honestly, without me, you'd never get rid of a steam engine."

"Ay!" snapped Bert "Need I remind you that once while you were sent away, we nearly succeeded in scrapping a steam engine, and we would 'ave successfully done so, if the Fat Controller 'adn't shown up at the last minute."

"Well, the Fat Controller isn't here now!" shouted Diesel, his face as red as James. "All three of us are here now! We've the perfect chance to get rid of those steam engines! We're fully capable of doing it! So the point is; what are we going to do?!"

"I can answer that!" boomed a loud aggressive voice. Diesel, 'Arry and Bert jerked backwards in fright. They soon found out who the voice belonged to.

A long diesel engine rolled up to them on the line next to Diesel. He was painted olive with yellow stripes running along his sides. He has thick bushy eyebrows, and an evil sinister smile. As if this appearance didn't make him look evil enough, above his roof was a crane arm, attached to the back end of his roof. At the end of the crane arm, resting on the front end of his roof was a large brown heavy metal claw.

"We'll destroy all those puffballs, soon enough," he sneered.

Diesel, 'Arry and Bert gazed at the big diesel in surprise. Then they smirked evilly.

"Oh yes," oiled Diesel. "We'll destroy them, with the help of you – Diesel 10!"