The taxi cab window fogged up with cigarette smoke. Lights passed by on the maze of roads above Henry. It was the perfect time of night, not just because it was time to go home.
        One of the lights went out. A double take at the car brought no confirmation as there was no light. Not until the car behind it swerved into the guardrail above. Henry rolled down his manual window to hear the scraping of metal on metal.
        A semi truck spiraled out of control and seemed to be flung from the overpass. It landed three cars behind the taxi, crushing at least four cars. Up on the overpass, the culprit glared down at the people with giant red eyes. The hulking form of a cat that had shot steroids for all nine of it's lives griped the guardrail with enough force to crack the road. No fur covered it's body, only a sleek shine of metal as it leapt down from the overpass. The screeching and crunching of metal was enough to make even a deaf person cringe.
       Cars in front of him pull forward and crashed into each other. Not great for them, but Henry was an opportunist. He pulled the taxi around the line of rear ended cars and swerved around the metal beast, nearly side swiping the big cat. Its claw found a grip on his trunk and held him there for a nerve rattling moment. Just as the driver was about to leap from the cab and make a run for it the claws proved too sharp to grip the car. They sheared the trunk down the middle, spilling spare clothes and tire fixing supplies at the feet of the beast.

The taxi spiraled out of control as the back axel seemed to be sheared as well. Henry steered left but his back end spun right putting him and the metal beast face to... face? Where he had fully expected whiskers and teeth was instead a writhing mass on small metal shards swirling in place. The headlights sputtered out as the tornado of shrapnel began to grind away the hood. The weight of the car shifted as it lost mass in the front and teetered on the lip of the sewer channel. The car remains slid down the ramp and over to the other side of the channel.

Henry wasted little time climbing from the burning wreckage and booking it to a sewer tunnel. He stumbled into the entrance and fell face first onto the bare chest of a wide-eyed homeless man. They held each other tight as the watched the lumbering metal pass by the dark entrance and leap back up to the road. The sound of cars being destroyed and helicopters circling lasted for hours, but Henry stayed in that tunnel long enough for the homeless man (Jer, not Jerry, he would get mad if you called him Jerry) to offer him a can of beans.