Subway series by Akumi

Satan's Chorus

The endless flow of profanities never ended their tirade in her head, her eyes screaming them to the outside world. This had to be the worst day in the history of worst days ever! No, this day couldn't even be put into a category. Yes, that's right, today was all on its own, and buried under ten feet of ground in a pile of shit with maggots feasting upon it.

She just knew it was going to be a fantabulous day when she woke up to the sound of birds. No, not birds, Satan's chorus is what she awoke to. Five massive crows were perched on her New York apartment windowsill, their beady eyes taunting her to make a move. Knowing she should just roll over and flee into her dreams, her idiotic reasoning got the better of her. So, what did she do? She got up and headed for a relaxing shower.

A sardonic laugh mocked her; relaxing was not what you would call jumping in and out of a shower for five minutes trying not to get hypothermia. Of course the damn doughnut loving, French fry collecting, hot water freak upstairs left her only cold water! What happened next in her grand morning adventures? Her sadistic monthly visitor decided to drop in and feed her a little bitch slap with a side of ass kicking.

Oh, but it only got better! Stepping out of her five story walk up, living on the fifth level wasn't fun; she noticed a wonderful Tuesday morning gift. Someone had so gracelessly removed her six year old tires from her car! People that helpful deserved to be shot.

How do people not notice tires being removed in the middle of the night, and by Kami what the hell did they want with them? Is that where those boot camps got all their tires? Stealing them from helpless women in the middle of the night, they would feel her wrath when one of the trainers tripped over one and broke his neck!

Growling at the idea of a cab, she headed for the subway. The last time she ventured into the dark enclosure of a cab, she met a pleasant man named Bernnie, not so pleasant was his split personality Herold. Apparently they didn't get along and Herold was always after Bernnie's money. She had learned her lesson. Don't take cabs home drunk on a Friday night without a cell phone.

Putting on her angry homicidal face to get through the hordes of people wasn't a difficult task this morning, so she went head long into the rampaging herds or New Yorkers. Don't get her wrong, not all of them were bad people, they just didn't know the meaning of excuse me when they had a place to be. Today neither did she. Line backers would be proud with the way she knocked them aside, her evil side applauding in glee at each grunt or swear word responding her attack.

Alright, she was well aware her rage was misplaced, but it was better than breaking down, engorging on cookies and cream ice cream while curled up in bed. All of this was why she was here, stuffed into a compact sized subway on her way to work, with overzealous hands and the disregarded criminally insane.

She could feel her anger peek to new levels, the intensity drowning her ability to see straight. Whoever invented public transportation better be thanking Kami she didn't get to them first.