Taylor was a nervous wreck, not having slept for the entire time since his captivity. He didn't understand what was happening to him, or why. First the incident in his class, and now being held prisoner on a train since the day after. Thinking about it was getting him nowhere fast, as whenever he tried to call upon that force again he was unable to bring it out. Because of this he wasn't even able to actually figure out what exactly it was that he had done.

[Color=Gold]"I guess it doesn't really matter right now..."[/Color] he spoke to himself, not having anyone else to converse with. [Color=Gold]"I wonder what they're planning. Am I the only one, or are there others? And why couldn't I have been given a change of clothes or something..."[/color] Taylor sighed as he tugged at his sweat soaked blue tee shirt under his zip up red plaid hoodie. [Color=gold]"Ugh, this is so gross... If I ever get out, I'm going to kiss the first washing machine I see."[/color]

It didn't take long after those words until a terrible squeeling beseeched Taylor's ears. He could feel the train's momentum shifting and knew something bad was about to happen. In a few seconds everything had gone horribly wrong. The train had been derailed, its carts separating, and apparently whatever had been preventing Taylor from accessing his new ability had been disabled. He screamed as he became airborne, and out of instinct his power activated, much in a similar way to how it first manifested itself.

Inadvertently, Taylor had absorbed all the kinetic energy withing ten feet of himself from the train car, halting it mid-air. As immediately as this happened, the energy released itself in a kinetic explosion, decimating his metal crate along with the train cart around it. Anyone else in the cart with him would be quite shaken up by this, though their own crate would shield them from the brunt of the blast, and likely be broken open as well. Once he realized he was floating however, Taylor simply fell seven feet to the ground, as he knew not how to control this ability yet. He landed with a hard thud on his right side, wincing in pain. [Color=gold]"Yeah... That's gonna hurt later, I can feel it."[/color]

Slowly coming to a stand, Taylor rubbed his ribs on his right side, trying to ease the discomfort he felt. Looking around, he noticed others stepping out of the debris of the train. From what he could tell, the all seemed to be prisoners like him. [Color=gold]"Probably a bit awful to say, but I'm glad I wasn't the only one."[/color] Seeing some people walking down toward a nearby stream, Taylor decided to do the same. He began a light jog down a hill toward the stream, though swiftly tripped over a root sticking up from the ground, sending himself into a tumble down the hill. Taylor came to a stop flat on his face in the grass next to the stream, his entire body now sore from the events which had unfolded. 

[Color=ccb134]"Fuck..."[/color] the voice spoke next to Taylor. When he looked over, then was another man next to him, lying on his back. Taylor put on the best smile he could muster, which admittedly was a very weak one, and gave his response.

[Color=gold]"Rough day, huh?"[/color]