"I can't believe we are stuck doing this when the other guys are busy having free time, doing nothing". Complained the man in official attire.
He relaxed his body and rested his head comfortably on the front passenger seat he was in.
"You are complaining when I am the one stuck behind the wheel". The other official voiced out, his eyes on the road and his hands steady on the steering.
"Don't blame it on me. If it isn't for those damn bastards, none of us would be here right now".
He clicked his tongue as he aggressively banged his fist at the iron door behind him.
"I want you all back there to fucking quiet down. Don't make me have to repeat myself". He commanded with a heavy, dominating tone as he once again banged his hand on the iron door, twice.
"Officer! It's not us, it's that psycho over there!".
Dressed in dark green and chained separately in both hands and legs, he hopped to the tiny hole in the iron door and voiced out.
"That psycho keeps mumbling shit to himself every second. He has gone nuts". He added, complaining of the discomfort caused by another convict present on the bus.
"What psycho? You are the same as him you fucking criminals. Get your asses down and keep your mouths shut until we get to our destination". The passenger seated officer ordered.
"Convicted bastards. You still don't understand the situation you are all in? Jail is where you will all spend the rest of your lives, never to see the light of day ever again".
The driver officer added.
With none of the officers ready to listen to him, he went back to his seat while making a grumbling sound, showing his displeasure with the situation.
In silence and solemn mood, the bus carried on its journey to its allocated destination.
*GBAM!!!*
A slight tremor emanated from above the bus. It was so slight it could easily be mistaken for the bus having gone through a rough road.
However, what happened next aroused the suspicion of the two officers.
Sounds of footsteps were heard from above the bus. And not only that but loud noises could also be heard coming from outside.
"What is going on". Questioned the passenger officer, bewildered by the noises and especially the footsteps sound.
The driver officer slowed down the bus so the passenger officer took the liberty of winding down the glass to take a look at what was going on outside.
"Hey! Hey stop the bus". Said the passenger officer with an unnerving tone.
"What is it". The driver officer questioned, slowing down his driving.
"It's a ruckus out there, and for some reason, those civilians are pointing at our bus". He replied, his eyes still out the window.
"What! Then should I not keep on driving?!".
The worries of the driver officer are warranted.
Sitting in this bus are individuals who pose great danger to society each in their own right.
Could it be a coincidence that during the transportation of such individuals, a ruckus from out of nowhere erupted?
In cases like this, the best outcome is to continue the journey without ever making a stop, for safety purposes.
While the two officers were trying their best to figure out the right course of action, the sound that came from above the bus stopped after a creak was let out.
For a moment there, it felt as though the bus was weighed down by something heavy pressing down on it, only for it to be released from its shackle after the heavy object had been taken away.
"The hell was that!!". The driver retorted.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Your front! Your front!". The second officer yelled out, clenching his butt tightly to the chair he was on.
The driver adhered to the panicking voice of his companion by turning his eyes on the road as fast as possible.
Standing at the front is the figure of a kid dressed in all black with the face covered, making it hard to distinguish if it's a male or female.
For that brief moment before the bus got to the kid, the driver contemplated his choices.
The child is dressed weirdly and suspiciously as well, thus putting the mind of the driver in disarray.
Should he make a stop for it? But what if that was the whole point? The ruckus from outside, and now a suspicious child standing in the way of an official prison transport vehicle?
The puzzles fit so much that he just could not help it with the questions and assumptions.
While the driver was thinking of what to do, the other officer was gesturing for the figure to get out of the way.
The figure remained adamant. He or rather Raul who is the figure, stood there gallantly and waited for the bus to come closer at its abrupt speed.
Raul appropriately positioned his body by having his right leg stretched to the back and his clenched fist hovering by his side.
Once the bus had gotten closer, he hurried his steps and met with the bus using his fist.
Everyone watching could only consider him as crazy or as insane. Trying to stop a moving bus with his fist and woth such a fragile figure.
How stupid could he be?!
However, the people present were left with a jaw-breaking scene when they saw Raul's fist not only stop the bus but also push it back with its impact.
The bus collided with his fist and got pushed back with the front side impacted by Raul's fist mark.
All the glass shattered as the bus was sent tumbling on the ground twice before coming to a halt with the driver's side facing upward.
Raul walked toward the collapsed bus. At this time, a lot more were gathered around, each with their mobiles out as they started taking pictures and videos alike.
The public's reactions were wild!