"its thirty-two degrees outside, a crisp morning in the mile-high city, so remember to button up for your morning commute, it's only going to get colder today!" said the weatherman on the car's radio, as a still half-asleep taxi driver Javier Gonzalez was drinking his morning cup of coffee.
"so, it begins" he said noticing the clock had struck nine thirty, and flipped the switch to illuminate the light on his roof, symbolizing that he was open for business.
As he turned left, he noticed a man in a wall-street style suit running and trying to flag down his cab.
“ah, my first customer” he said to himself, pulling over to the curb.
The man ran up to the vehicle, and ripped open the front door.
Javier said, confused “hey, pal, wrong door” but the man grabbed his neck and pulled him out of the car. Javier began to struggle with the assailant, but the man struck his larynx, rendering Javier defenseless. The man then grabbed Javier by the nape of his neck and began to smash his face into the hood of the car.
The assailant smashed for what seemed like hours, before a chilling snapping sound echoed in all the bystanders’ ears, watching in horror as Javier’s cranial substances began to ooze out of a large hole that had been smashed into Javier’s skull. The assailant continued smashing until all that was left of Javier’s head was a bloody mass of bone, cartilage, and remnants of the brain that oozed out.
Suddenly, the assailant collapsed, holding his back. Sprouting from his spine was a group of feathers, wound to a thin piece of wood.
