Taxi Cab Confessions by KillinPerfection

Like bombs in my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-yasha no matter how many lucky stars I wish upon.

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From the womb I am dying, and though my clock ticks backwards I continues to grow, I bring three things into this world with me, when I will die, where I will die , and who I live my final days with, we are unconscious of this act, following are destinies blindly, and through we might like to believe we pave are own ways, in are hearts we know, and we weep because of this knowledge. In our final moments we all think of the things we've done, in mine I thought of the things I should have done.

The are many things one might learn while driving a cab; to never trust anyone, every fair is a potential robbery, forever be  polite and courteous to your potential robber, A quite passenger is a troubled passenger one which mean you've got trouble, and finally a lesson I learned the hard way, 'Always' carry a weapon.

" Can you take me to the Travel Inn on the corner of Arlington expressway?" came the booming voice of the male passenger, who happen to seat himself directly behind me, making it exceedingly difficult for me to concentrate on anything besides that fact that I couldn't see his face.

Rule number one, always identify you passengers.

Being who I am I decided to voice my displeasure, turning my head as far as it would accommodate me , the minute my eye's landed on him fear began to swell in my chest. A grey and red hoodie concealed his hair overlapping his face, causing a shadow to cast over his facial features revealing only his thin lips which were set in a grim line. Black sweat pants and black sneakers covered the rest of him.

" Can you not sit behind me I cant concentrate on the road if your seated behind me" came my trembling words. I reeked of fear and that vulture behind me could smell it like, moths to a flame.

Silence was his response and he slowly eased over to the other side of the car, still fright beyond words I gripped the steering wheel in mild frustration and fear, readjusting me mirror to get a better look at his face with little success, I pull away from the curb still disturb by the turn of events.

If you could imagine the sleaziest, degrading night walker infested, drug populated, dangers area it would look like this hotel, it loomed on a dark corner far from the actual corner that lacked street lights and the ones it did occur flicker madly like the twitching of a deranged mans left eye.

A canopy of trees conceal the hotel from sight, only a suspicious that it resided there.

The worst part was that even if something did occur I couldn't even count on the clerk at the front desk of the hotel to call the cops because not only was he caged in by 9 inch bullet proof glass but, the police didn't come to this part of town, that's how infested with danger it was.

Turning the screen to me in which I had book such a terrible fare from, I began to punch in 'code 10', hitting the send button, helping cool some of my anxiety but the brunt of it still remain.

As I landed at my destination I stilled the meter to an even 15 dollars, click on the light so my passenger could get a better view of what he was doing I relayed to him, " that damage is 15 even."

Silently he exited the car without handing me single dollar, upset but still a sigh of relief escape my parted lips, till I seen him coming around the driver side window with a desert eagle resting in his palm, throgh the glass window I could see his lips forming words that  I couldn't hear over the erratic beating of my heart, tapping the gun against the glass he repeated himself, "give me all the fucking money you got, hurry up bitch I aint got all day."

Quickly I throw the gear into reverse, making a hasty retreat, the fist bullet whizzed by my ear barely miss my face, the second one I wasn't as lucky, the following bullets were just ominous sound piercing the dark skies, none making contact with anything that had to do with me.

A bullet impacted with my shoulder knocking the wind from my lungs. Blood began to color my once pearl white button down shirt a dark maroon, yet I continued my backwards journey down Arlington expressway, gripping the phone with my weakened arm I dial '911'.

"911 what's your emergency" came the operators sugar coated voice.

"I've been shot" I wheezed into the receiver, " I'm on the corner of Arlington Road and Arlington Expressway" I relied to the operator.

"Please hurry", was the last words I spoke as I tried to cut the corner in my backwards decent on to Arlington Road, the magnitude of the corner and the speed didn't coincide, so I began to spiral into a repetitious circle and as my hood was about to come in contact with a street light darkness consumed me and I welcome the drowning feeling.

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