It was early in the morning the sun had recently risen over the large metropolis, warming up the air from the chill of the night before.  Enormous glass monsters reflect the sun down onto the half covered street below.  The pedestrians mindlessly walk through the streets heading to work giving it no thought at all, having done it so many times before it that it has become routine.  The bland sea moves as four wheeled beasts stop to lets it pass.  The mild air gently blows, causing dust and tiny pieces of torn newspaper to scurry a long the sidewalk. Beyond the curb stands a man, his suit was clean and freshly pressed.  His briefcase in hand he observes his surroundings the sea of pedestrians moves slowly around him.  Off in the distance a commotion can be heard, the man’s attention was drawing to it like a moth to light.  Piercing screams of horror overwhelm the natural sounds of the morning.  Crushing blows of metal through metal and shattering glass follow closely.  The shear terror became closer, his and every other sight, was set on the area that the sounds came from.  The road was inclined upwards whatever destruction was on its way would soon arrive.  The thunderous rumble grew louder, as an enormous bus came over the apex of the hill.  The front end ascended to the ground and the metal on the bumper screamed as it grinded against the asphalt, the sparks danced beneath the bus as it continued on its path.  The front end of the bus collided with the front corner of a perpendicular car.  The car spun 180 degrees, smoke and steam spewed from underneath the hood.  The bus then unexpectedly darted off to the right, the tires squealed in pain as a lair was stripped off of them.  The bus came to an abrupt stop as is smashed into the side off one of the few brick buildings.  The bricks crumbled on impact a quarter of the bus rested inside the build as the hissing steam could be hear from the man’s position on the street.  People instinctively swarmed over to the bus to help the passengers inside.  The man stood there in shock his whole body was frozen from the sight he just witnessed.  An odd musty smell came to his nose, a puzzled look came to his face.  In the corner of his right eye he saw a towering skinny figure dressed in a tattered black cloak that was long enough to touch the ground.  A hood covered its entire head, and the sleeves draped over its hands.  The man instantly turned his head to the odd figure, when his eyes reached it the figure was gone.  The mans entire body moved to face the direction where the mysterious figure stood, then he when in a full circle scanning the scene.  There was no sign of it to be seen, anywhere.
 The day was young, a woman in her early twenties stood in her usual spot waiting for the same bus that she had take everyday for the past three months.  Riding the bus always made her nervous so she always brought her cd player with her to keep her mind occupied.  Bus 421 pulled up right on schedule, the breaks screamed to a halt and the let out a sigh of relief.  The door and she stepped inside, she showed the driver her pass and gave him a smile and a nod as she walked by.  She noticed that the driver had beads of perspiration accumulating on his for head, it was unusual for this time of morning but thought nothing of it.  The bus had the same strange aroma inside of it, it wasn’t unpleasant but it was a noticeable change.  The walked down the isle and noticed the same expressionless faces.  She sat down on the right in her usual seat, and the bus continued on.  A short time passed when a sudden swerve awoke her from her daze grasping the seat.  She looked around the bus at the dull faces to see that she was the only one to react.  Minutes the bus went off coarse again this like striking a parked car, the dull faces were now alive with fear.  The young woman looked out the window and pedestrians jumping out of the way, others were screaming with fear.  The bus then darted off onto the other side of the road and clipped the back end of a passing vehicle.  The back end of the vehicle swung out onto the sidewalk smashing into one of the running pedestrians.  The young woman’s knuckles were white as snow from gripping the seat to stay in place.  The bus began to straighten out, and continue up the street picking up speed.  The young woman was horrified at the sights she saw, she began to hyper ventilate and her death grip on the seat loosened.  She notices a new aroma over came the bus, she felt odd that she noticed it at a time such as this.  The slightly became air born, on impact she flew out of her seat and on to the floor.  She immediately brought her head up to see if anyone was going to fall on her.  As she looked around quickly she saw that everyone else had also been knocked over.  As her eyes zipped around she saw a blur of a tall figure wearing nothing but a large ripped black cloak, no visible body parts appeared on the figure, beneath the hood was a pitch-black space that seem endless. The figure was in the middle of the isle not startled by the occurred events at all.  One of the passengers that was looking out the window let out a scream, the young woman turned around to see that the were going to hit another vehicle.  She grabbed onto one of the poles above and held on for her life.  A sudden jolt overcame the bus, the young woman lost her grip as the bus tore off to the right.  She saw a brick wall speeding towards the bus, and was sent flying to the front of the bus on impact.
 It was another beautiful morning, the sky was an orangey blue hue.  The tip of the sun could be barely seen over the top of the dreary bus station.  The engine of bus 421 began to growl like an angry dog defending its territory.  The growl escalated into a vicious roar, and the bus became alive.  The driver sat in his seat breathing heavily, a grim look of mild pain crossed his face.  Fire burned in his chest, causing him an irritating discomfort.  He paid no attention to it, thinking it was caused by his usual greasy breakfast. The bus rolled out of the station and began its usual routine.  The first few stops were the same, the same dull people boarded and took the same seat that they sat in everyday.  The driver began to sweat unusually, and the fire in his chest grew more irritating.  The bus continued on its usual stops, the bus came to the next stop with a young lady.  The driver liked the young lady, she stood out from the rest of the passengers that he usually picked up, she actually seemed to have a personality.  She boarded the bus, she flashed her bus pass and gave him a smile.  The bus continued on its usual route, the perspiration became more intense across his forehead.  His vision suddenly became blurry and things stared to blacken.  The driver momentarily lost control of the bus causing the bus to swerve.  The sudden jerk of the bus awoke him like an annoying alarm clock in the morning.  He managed to regain control of the bus, still feeling the unusual effects his surroundings blackened again.  When he awoke he found the bus driving towards the wrong side of the road, the driver saw a car becoming closer and closer and immediately began to turn the wheel.  The bus hit the backside of the car, and then arrived in the correct lane.  The left side of the drives body froze and the pain in his chest became too intense to bear.  His heart was like a jackhammer, the pain he experienced was expressed on his face.  His body went limb as his full weight laid across the wheel and the gas pedal.  The driver slightly regained conciseness when the bus collided with the ground from its air born ascend. The bus continued, and gunned towards a set of red streetlights.  A car was on its was through the intersection as the bus smashed through it like a brick through a window.  The drivers eyes were barely open as the car bounced off the bus. The driver blinked when his eyes when opened there was a tall figure draped in a black, standing a few meters ahead of the bus, directly in its path.  The tattered cloak blew in the wind, the large hood covered the mysterious figures face.  The driver used his remaining strength to swerve the bus off to the right missing the figure.  The bus struck the side of a building, the steering wheel kept the driver from meeting the windshield.  Before the driver blacked out he saw the young woman that stood out on the bus, fly through the windshield.