It was a chilly December afternoon. A cold breeze blew across the village of Templton as the dark clouds hid the sun in the background,sheltering it from the horrific events that would unfold that evening.
Soft tones of a country song issued from the radio of an old taxi. A middle aged man with a wrinkled face sang along the radio as he steered the car. However, his jolly mood wasn't shared by the passenger who kept brushing his thick mustache with a stern look on his face.
"Just stop next to that barn" The thick mustache man said pointing towards a shabby red barn at the corner of the street.
The taxi screeched to a halt as the thick mustache man got out of it. He slammed the car door and started to walk down the road.
"Excuse me sir,excuse me! You didn't pay!" The middle aged driver hurried behind him.
"I don't pay for anything." He responded with a sneer.
"Well sir! You have been riding the taxi for the past two hours, you owe me $120." The driver said in his squeaky voice.
"You owe me $120" He imitated the squeaky voice and then advanced towards the driver who didn't back down.
"How about you make me pay,you little swine!" He yelled flexing his muscles.
"I don't want any trouble sir!"
"Then get the hell out of here!" The thick mustache man roared and he spat on the driver's face.
The driver was humiliated, anger surged inside him as he wiped his face. He moved his hand inside his pocket and fingered a long silver knife. He pulled out the knife with a swish and brandished it in his opponent's face.
"Pay up now or I will make you" He squeaked louder than ever, anger filling every part of him, leaving no room for fear.
The thick mustache man took a step backward as he glared at the driver. He slowly put a hand in his pocket,drew out a $100 bill and threw it towards the driver. The driver knelt to pick it up but at that moment, he launched himself forward on top of the driver. Both men struggled as the driver swung his knife in all directions. The thick mustache man ducked the knife and landed a punch on the driver's face making his nose splatter. Blood gushed out as the driver fell down with a heavy thud.
"Was $120 worth dying for?" The thick mustache man stared down with a grin as his hands tightened around the driver's neck, trying to choke him to death. The driver struggled for breath as he inhaled a mouthful of blood, every part of his body ached. He felt everything around him fade as darkness began to engulf him. His weak old body was beginning to crumble and he knew the end was near. He closed his eyes and a picture swayed in front of him. He saw his children and wife waiting for him and at that moment he knew he couldn't die,he had to put up a fight. He tried to pull off the hands that were grabbing his neck but the grip was too strong. The driver gasped for air as he looked around,the knife was only a few feet away. He moved his right hand frantically finally feeling the tip of the knife. Mustering every last bit of strength,he plunged the knife in the thick mustache man's leg. A howl of pain filled the air as the driver felt the grip around his neck relax. The thick mustache man was swaying around, clutching his thigh as heavy drops of blood dripped from his left leg. The driver crouched forward and limping heavily made his way towards the taxi.
Soft tones of a country song issued from the radio of an old taxi. A middle aged man with a wrinkled face sang along the radio as he steered the car. However, his jolly mood wasn't shared by the passenger who kept brushing his thick mustache with a stern look on his face.
"Just stop next to that barn" The thick mustache man said pointing towards a shabby red barn at the corner of the street.
The taxi screeched to a halt as the thick mustache man got out of it. He slammed the car door and started to walk down the road.
"Excuse me sir,excuse me! You didn't pay!" The middle aged driver hurried behind him.
"I don't pay for anything." He responded with a sneer.
"Well sir! You have been riding the taxi for the past two hours, you owe me $120." The driver said in his squeaky voice.
"You owe me $120" He imitated the squeaky voice and then advanced towards the driver who didn't back down.
"How about you make me pay,you little swine!" He yelled flexing his muscles.
"I don't want any trouble sir!"
"Then get the hell out of here!" The thick mustache man roared and he spat on the driver's face.
The driver was humiliated, anger surged inside him as he wiped his face. He moved his hand inside his pocket and fingered a long silver knife. He pulled out the knife with a swish and brandished it in his opponent's face.
"Pay up now or I will make you" He squeaked louder than ever, anger filling every part of him, leaving no room for fear.
The thick mustache man took a step backward as he glared at the driver. He slowly put a hand in his pocket,drew out a $100 bill and threw it towards the driver. The driver knelt to pick it up but at that moment, he launched himself forward on top of the driver. Both men struggled as the driver swung his knife in all directions. The thick mustache man ducked the knife and landed a punch on the driver's face making his nose splatter. Blood gushed out as the driver fell down with a heavy thud.
"Was $120 worth dying for?" The thick mustache man stared down with a grin as his hands tightened around the driver's neck, trying to choke him to death. The driver struggled for breath as he inhaled a mouthful of blood, every part of his body ached. He felt everything around him fade as darkness began to engulf him. His weak old body was beginning to crumble and he knew the end was near. He closed his eyes and a picture swayed in front of him. He saw his children and wife waiting for him and at that moment he knew he couldn't die,he had to put up a fight. He tried to pull off the hands that were grabbing his neck but the grip was too strong. The driver gasped for air as he looked around,the knife was only a few feet away. He moved his right hand frantically finally feeling the tip of the knife. Mustering every last bit of strength,he plunged the knife in the thick mustache man's leg. A howl of pain filled the air as the driver felt the grip around his neck relax. The thick mustache man was swaying around, clutching his thigh as heavy drops of blood dripped from his left leg. The driver crouched forward and limping heavily made his way towards the taxi.
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