Most engines thought scrap was the worst fate, once they were in a scrap yard they believed that was it, all they had to do was sit and wait. However they were wrong. In Barry scrapyard a standard lurked in a corner. The loco sat on a siding all on it's own. No engine wanted to be near it, they knew of it's true state. The scrapyard had done more than ever imaginable to this engine.
The cutters torch would usually be the pinacle of an engines fear, and they would generally sit in the scrapyards counting their days. But this engine had turned that into something else, pure hate... which in turn sent the engine mad.
However the loco became the interest to a preservation group. All seemed well, the loco almost seemed changed. That was, until, the night the loco was moved. Nobody ever knew what happened on that night... The engine left the scrapyard and seemingly disappeared... This didn't seem so much of a problem to start with, it had been a foggy night. It was possible the diesel dragging it had broken down on a siding somewhere. But after a few days they knew something far more sinister had occured. Especially when the burn out remains of the diesel were discovered, along with the remains of the preservationists...
Had to get a piece for Halloween done, been working on this since about 7:30 when I realised I still hadn't done anything.