A Story A Day. Story 279 of 365: Planes.

Liam closed his eyes and breathed in. He could feel the vibration of the plane wings on his seat. He could hear all the noises it made, from the rumbling of the internal mechanisms to the ocasional beeping of the alarms. Yet, above all he could hear his fellow travellers, the screaming kid, the arguing couple, the drunkard, the annoying old lady who complained about everything. If there was something Liam hated more than planes, it was planes cramped with annoying people, and apparently there had been a competition and all had been put on his plane.

He forced himself to breathe once more. A young kid was seated just behind him and started kicking the back of his seat. He turned around and asked the kid's mother to make him stop. She stared at him coldly and told him that the kid was nervous because it was the first he flew, but she said nothing to her son. And the kid kept kicking, Liam took patience and plugged in his headphones to isolate himself from the environment. He finally fell asleep, only to wake up when someone started shouting. Apparently, the obnoxious woman was having a rage fit. Liam couldn't take it anymore and stood up, walked up to the woman and without a flinch he snapped her neck. The dead woman had the same expression of surprise than the rest of the passage. Liam looked at all of them and calmly said: 

-Now, if you don't mind, stay put and silent for the rest of the flight, and make sure none of you annoy me in any way. 

After that he sat on his seat. The kid had stopped kicking, and everyone sat frozen on their seats, a chilly peace invading the plane.