#INFAMOUS 2 RED SOUNDTRACK FULL#

Suddenly Gordon's guard called him, and it was time for him to pull a return trip. They had never talked about them being cousins, not to anyone or any engines, but they always knew they had each others backs. They were different in many ways, but family was never about being the same. I'm glad to call you my cousin, and you will always have a spot next to me.' Spencer smiled weakly as he looked at his older cousin. You have been.Rude, but you are still an engine. 'Spencer, I want you to know that we don't hate you. Tears slid down his face as he watched the silver engine look at his buffers. Gordon could feel his eyes tearing up too. Thank you Gordon, I will always remember you in my firebox.' You're such a kind engine, and the first time I was here I pushed you away just because you wanted to help. I wish I could've met you all over again Gordon. Back to the cold empty sidings, with a poor paint job again. 'This is my last time here Gordon, and I am never coming back.

#INFAMOUS 2 RED SOUNDTRACK FULL#

The Duke is too old, and his kids don't want me.' He stared into Gordon's eyes, which were both full of compassion and sorrow. Gordon, it's over for me, they don't need me anymore. If only I knew what would become of me, then maybe I would have been nicer. 'All my years year I joked about scrapping you engines, the ones below me were useless. He stared out into the open goods yard, but looked back over to Gordon once more. But now he doesn't even want me.' He paused, and sniffled. I only got it once The Duke found me, and purchased me for his private usage. I was painted in BR green, and was just an express engine. Gordon calmed him down again, and he continued spilling out his lies. How such a big engine was secretly a fragile thing, it was shocking for Gordon, but he never would belittle him for such.

Gordon sat and watched Spencer as he broke down all over again. How I wasn't though, as I am just a fraud.' I wished it was me who was painted up in a smart blue livery, the world looking at me and thinking I was great. I'm not the fastest engine in the world, my sister holds the title. 'I've lied to you Gordon, many times before. 'Gordon! I'm so sorry for everything of done to you! And your friends, and this Island! I've been so rude to the one place that was always kind to me, and now I'll never be able to change the way they think of me!' Gordon was confused, but as it was rude to interrupt, he let Spencer continue. He was about to comfort Spencer when he began to wail out. He was once again sobbing in front of Gordon, which surprised Gordon. So please, tell me whats wrong.' Finally Spencer had burst. I don't have all night, but I can stay and listen for a while. His fire had calmed down, and steam was trickling out of his pistons. How have you been? How has the local been!' He was hiding something, and Gordon could see straight through him. He never really hated Spencer, he just never liked his snooty attitude. 'Spencer? What are you doing back here, and why are you crying?' Gordon spoke to him in a soft tone, but still concerned for him. Gordon was the first to speak, sparking up a conversation he would remember forever. He didn't want to show it, but he let it seep through anyways. However once Spencer noticed Gordon his eyes lit up slightly. He was quiet with his movements and slowly made his way into the sheds. Gordon could tell, and knew something had to be done. As he made his way along side, he peered in and saw the big engine quietly sobbing to himself. He had shunted his coaches into a siding, and was debating on taking a nap in the old sheds.

It was at this time that Gordon met this very familiar silver engine for the first time in many years. Gordon's local doesn't normally run into the night, but since it was Summertime and everyone was coming to the Island, Sir Topham made a change in his schedule. However one night, a perspective would change for a certain big blue engine.

Scrap was never a fear for him because he was always wanted, and that always got to his smokebox. Frankly no one could stand him, as his arrogance and self-worth was way to high in his mind. He was, to put it plainly, an important engine. It holds the finest men and women, and is nothing less of an expensive ride. Not for long however, as his train back to the Mainland is quite important. A silver bullet some might say, and much to the displease of Sodor's residents, he was here to stay. The engine was fast as lightning, and stood out like sore thumb. As the sun shone down on the hot Summers day, a familiar engine was crossing over the red rolling bridge that stood at the end of the Island.

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