"Hey Geezer! Open this door!"
A boy spits out, as he shoves the driver back in his seat. The tired driver has an irritated look as he fumbles with the buttons on beside the steering wheel. The bus driver is over whelmed by the cackling of the wild teens and his patience runs out as he looks at them and says:
"You guys do know you lot will get arrested, right?
The driver remarks as he points to the camera. The laughter of the group abruptly fades as they all freeze in place, staring at the ominous red blinking light of the small camera. The group leader's confidence starts to leak out as the reality of his actions crash down on him, but his entire mood switches as he misinterprets the driver's warning as a condescending threat. The driver, who assumed that the cameras would stop the group's actions, turns around to find the leader boy glaring at him, his chest heaving with rage.
"Y-You...ya think ya can scare me...ME!?"
The boy marches forward, snatching the switchblade from his lackey as he pushes him aside making a bee line for the driver's seat. The bus driver's face drops in horror as he realizes the gravity of the teen's anger as he puts his hands up in an attempt to deescalate the teenager who has seemingly lost his mind. As fear grasps his heart, the driver exclaims:
"H-HEY! KID CALM DOWN! YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR OWN LIFE-"
"I AIN'T A KID!"
It seems that the driver's attempt at peace, had only served to heighten the teen's anger. The teenager is now inches away from the driver, as he grips the driver's collar and his whole body shakes with misplaced rage and fear, as he knows that he fucked up...but somehow his psychotic mind blames the driver for all the things he had done. Even his gang starts backing away, getting startled by the situation.
Suddenly shit hits the fan.
The teen pulls his hand back, the one which is clutching the switch blade. The gang is shocked and the driver is now screaming as he tries to back away, pushing against the cushion of his seat. The moment slows down as he raises the hand back, poised to strike at the driver and for a few seconds the bus is filled with eerie silence, except for the low muffles groans of the man on the floor....AND SUDDENLY THE SILENCE IS SHATTERED BY A ROAR! The roar comes from the gang leader as lunges forward and...and...he stops? No...He was stopped-To be clear, his strike was halted by a burly hand.
The hand belongs to Moebius.
He was standing behind the teen boy- No, teen thug. Moebius's huge stature overshadowed the teen, who seemed like a twig in comparison to the burly man, who had the physique of a strong lumberjack. His hand wraps around the forearm of the teen, which is being held like a stick as he yanks it back, causing the rebellious teen to stumble back into the group of his lackeys who catch him, breaking his fall. The switch blade clatters on the floor and one member of the teen gang says:
"Bro, maybe we should chill out and-"
"LET GO OFF ME!"
The gang leader spits as he pushes himself off his lackeys and regains his balance. He is now more akin to a rabid dog rather than an angsty teen as he glares at Moebius's back who slowly turns to face the group.
"The fuck are you doing, you old fuck?"
The gang leader says with a snarl as he takes a step towards moebius who is standing between the group and the driver. Moebius doesn't say a word and instead just stares at them, which seems to put them more on edge as they slightly pull back and the leader stops in his tracks. Moebius let's out an exasperated sigh as he turns to the driver who seems to have been coming down from the shock, processing the sudden shift in events. The teen gets pissed at Moebius's lack of attention and he lunges at him, preparing a wild hay maker in hopes of landing a sucker punch.
"DON"T LOOK AWAY FROM ME! AAAHHH!"
Moebius casually lowers his head and the teen's flimsy fist barely grazes his hair as he is sent stumbling forward before falling down with a thud. Moebius straightens back up and glances back at the group, scanning them for the envelope of money. Finally he locates it in the hands of the scrawniest kid, hiding all the way back, sweating his balls off. He takes the first step towards the group and it shakes their spirit as they slowly back away, not knowing what Moebius's motive is. A lanky member of the group quickly picks up the switch blade from the floor and points it at Moebius as he yells:
"Stay the fuck back! O-Or imma g-gut you old man!"
The stutters are enough indication of his questionable confidence. Moebius doesn't even bat an eye as marches up to the lanky guy and casually snatches the switch blade from his grasp and the guy is too surprised to comprehend what just happened. Moebius didn't move very swiftly but the confidence in his actions made it easy for him to disarm the teen and as the blade is in his hand, Moebius examines it for a second before taking it in both his hands. The group is thrown in for a momentary confusion as they wonder what the burly man is planning to do with the blade. The confusion quickly turns to bewilderment as Moebius, easily snaps the blade in two, but he is careful in not damaging its hinges.
The group watches in shock as Moebius starts dismantling the blade in record time, before one of them can even do anything, the weapon is neatly sorted into screws, handle and the blade. Moebius graciously hands the lanky guy, who takes the parts like its the most normal exchange and all he can muster is a small:
"...huh...?"
He then moves past the frozen guy and looks at the group with a 'don't try me' look, as he holds his hand out to the scrawny kid, making his intention clear to the group. Their lips quiver and the group parts, leaving the scrawny kid exposed and he slowly walks to Moebius, handing him the envelope. Moebius takes the cash from him and the group stands around him like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar; They have gained a rough idea of the man standing amongst them, despite him not speaking a single syllable....well everyone except for the rabid leader, who has just missed Moebius's elegant weapon dismantling show. He has gotten back up and curses at Moebius saying:
"C'mere Bitch! Imma Fuck you Up!"
The group looks at him with warning glances, but he ignores or doesn't notice them as he charges at Moebius who turns back, calmly watching the angry teen rushing at him with his hand reared back. Moebius is tired and a bit frustrated at the lack of awareness in the teen. He can point out a hundred different openings in the charging teen's posture and a thousand different counters he could perform, ranging from a light tap to severe paralysis. He processes all of this in the span of three seconds and just as the teen gets in attack range, Moebius DECIDES TO....take the punch.
The teen comes crashing towards him and his fist follows quickly behind, landing on Moebius cheek with a muffled *thud*. Everyone hold their breathe and their eyes pop out, as they were expecting the punch to not even connect. The teen pulls back with a smug smile....but it quickly fades as he watches Moebius staring at him, his eyes still dead...with a hint of disappointment? Did he even flinch at the punch? His posture remains same and he doesn't even seem fazed as he slowly steps forward. He places a hand on the gang leader's shoulder and speaks for the first time, in his gruff voice.
"I 'disrespected' you and you punched me. We are even. Now, quietly get off the bus and walk back home."
The gang leader seems pale as a ghost, as he feels the weight of Moebius's hand on his shoulder and the words press down on his 'pride'. Moebius walks past him and makes his way to the driver. He then speaks to the driver in a polite tone.
"Sir, please open the door. These guys will get out."
The driver stares blankly at Moebius, still comprehending the situation before quickly snapping back to reality and moving to the steering wheel whilst vigorously nodding at Moebius's request. The gang leader is left standing behind Moebius, like a kid put in time out, as his group tries to get closer to him, treating him like a ticking time bomb...and then he explodes. He whips back with his fist raised and shouting:
"FUCK YOU! WE AIN'T DONE!"
Moebius closes his eyes in frustration, his back still facing the crazy teen and a spark of anger backed by the day's stress, overtakes him for just a second....And that is all it takes to end the fight.
Moebius twists his body and bends his arm, his elbow cutting through the air and landing on the teen's face followed by a *BANG*. The crazy teen is sent flying to the side and lands on the seats, which cushion his limp body. The entire bus is calm for a second as Moebius fully turns back around, his eyes narrowed in a way that screams 'Last Warning'. He points at the unconscious teen, who is laying on the seats like a rag doll, and says in a low and dangerous tone:
"Take him and Get Out! NOW!"
The group quickly jolts into action as they shakily support the leader on their shoulders and move past Moebius, trudging towards the bus door which is being slowly opened. There is an awkward moment as the group avoids eye contact with Moebius and wait for the door to open. Moebius calms down and rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration, as he starts to feel guilty for launching the teen in a moment of fury. He gestures to one of the teens to come over and the boy nervously walks to him, almost expecting a slap or reprimand. Moebius takes out his own wallet and pulls out a few crumpled hundred dollar bills, holding it out to the teen.
"Take him to the ER...this should cover the costs."
"Y-Yes Sir."
The teen is a bit startled by the sudden kindness. His previously rowdy demeanor has vanished, as he politely takes the money with both of his hands and scurries back to the group, who are slowly exiting through the fully opened bus door. After the teens exit, the bus starts again and Moebius glances at the camera with a defeated look. The driver seems to understand Moebius's concern saying:
"Don't worry. I will make sure to not report this. Its the least I can do."