Oliver tried to blend in with the other members of the cold-and-complaining congregation at the bus stop, but he seemed to stand out. It wasn’t the blood on his shirt, he’d already covered that up with his jacket.

It was almost as if Oliver’s murderous aura made his existence in an otherwise peaceful crowd stand out, like a splotch of vibrant color on a black-and-white painting.

Oliver quietly boarded the bus.

He waited a few blocks, and they stopped at a four-way intersection. Oliver decided to act.

Oiver got up, killed the bus driver with a blunt hit to the temple, and drove through three cars and grinded the bus to a stop…in the middle of the intersection.

Oliver stands up with a wild grin on his face, and shoots a passenger in the chest, killing him.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Oliver crooned. “You are all being taken hostage!”