She sat on the bus typing away, already slightly annoyed because she couldn't listen to music she wanted to.
Damn technology is revolting against me.
Looking out the window and seeing the rain pouring down didn't improve her mood.
Why did the weather have to be so damn bipolar?
She hadn't expected it to start raining until after she had been in the safe warmth of her home. And then it happened; the thing that made her snap.
If she hadn't already been in a bad mood, she would've let it slide. But she was trying to concentrate on her Destiel one-shot, and this person was just laughing for no apparent reason, breaking her concentration.
She just lost it.
Now had she not been on a public bus, it would've been bloody, but some bit of reason still had a foothold in her mind.
Her hand whipped between the seats fast as lightning, and hit the pressure point on the object of her annoyance's neck, and watched with a sick pleasure as the head slumped against the window and stopped moving.
They wouldn't figure it out until the last stop and by then she would be long gone. With a sigh she went back to typing in peace.
About ten minutes later she got off at her stop, looking back with a slight smile.