-Percy

Ahh, blue muffins.
I stuffed them one after another into my mouth, enjoying their sweet savor tickle my tongue and bring ripples of joy into me. I felt the blueberry-flavored crumbs, vanilla frosting and chocolate chips melt into my mouth in perfect harmony, accompanied by the warm scent of baked pastry. I started feeling my stomach ache, but I didn't care, and continued grabbing them one after another, until I my mouth couldn't take it anymore and I sat down, feeling cozy and fulfilled. Half-asleep, I gazed out my room's window and looked out into the street. Below my apartment, the usual traffic: impatient New-Yorkers huddling nervouslyalong the streets to their diverse activities, angry taxi drivers honking and occasionally yelling for the other cars to "move their fat ass"... If only each of these people could taste one of my muffins, I thought. For just a muffin, the world could be a better place.
Suddenly, I decided to realise my wish. I grabbed the basket with my muffins inside and took a handful, throwing them out of the window. The muffins hurtled down into the street, smashing on windows, splattering on the floor. I continued throwing muffins from my seemingly infinite basket, singing with glee as I distributed the blue pastries. Down in the streets, civilians gathered below my window, stretching their hands out to grab one of my heavenly gifts. Drivers got out of their cars to join the gathering, joining their hands with complete strangers and dancing merrily around. Then my muffins started raining down from the sky, covering the entire city in blue and brown crumbs, and I felt so happy, so elated to bring joy and pleasure to these people who needed it so desperately. I jumped out of my window into the streets forty feet below, and started dancing along, making an old woman twirl, grabbing a random kid and giving him a ride on my shoulders, stopping to kiss passionately a person whose face I didn't recall, all the while laughing, laughing, laughing....

Suddenly, a gigantic tremor jumped me out of my reverie, and I sat up, gasping. For a moment, I felt disoriented, staring into the dark. Where was I? I looked around and made out four grey walls surrounding me, a dull lamp glowing disdainfully from the ceiling, and a steady noise, regular and repetitive, alike wheels on rails...

Then images started flooding back into me without warning, and I remembered everything. My unusual outburst of rage, a 10-feet wave submerging an old stranger, the angry crowd surrounding us, the feeling of cold steel slamming against my skull - falling to the ground, sinking into unconsciousness. Then now, waking up in a dark room, unaware of where I was.

Cautiously, I palped my surroundings, trying to make out what was surrounding me. The steel walls and sound reminded me of something, but I couldn't quite place what-

A train! Realization struck me almost as hard as the police officer's bat. I was on a train, and the sound I was hearing was the train's wheels, skidding along a track, bringing me to an unknown place. Somehow, I sensed that where I was going to be brought, no blue muffins and cheerful dances were awaiting me.