Subway

The subway was filled with people, trains going in and out of the station and everyone was going about with their own day.
You wished you could do the same, really you did, you wished that you could say that you were going about on a completely normal day, sitting in the subway station, waiting for your train. Maybe you'd have headphones in, listening to your favorite music, or a movie that you had uploaded to your mobile earlier. Or maybe you'd be lost in your own world, thinking to yourself about something random that had caught your attention. Or maybe you were running over your list of things that you needed to do, the mental list of everything from toilet paper to dish soap. Or maybe you had to get some clothes stitched.
Whatever it was, it was simple, it was normal, it was mundane.

And it wasn't the reason you were in the subway station today. Your coat was drawn tightly around you, despite it not really being all that cold out. The sound you shoes made against the hard tiled floors was muffled by the sounds of everyone around you, but you tried to focus on the noise anyway, getting rid of the anxiety that filled you. You didn't want this, this was the last thing that you wanted.

"Hey! Hey! You there!"

You turned your head -a regrettable choice in hindsight- and saw a man standing not too far away from you. Your eyes went wide a little bit. You sped up your walk a bit, pushing past people as they came in your way. Some looked back at you as they were shoved, others tried to yell at you, but you were gone before they could. Other didn't even bat an eye, because getting pushed in a subway station is natural.
But this wasn't.

"Hey! Hey!"

You pushed yourself to go a little faster, to get around everyone else, but there were some that were too stubborn to move and you had to go around them. This was what led to to be caught.

The man grabbed your arm. Swiftly, your fist came around, hitting him in the side of the head and knocking him sideways. Nobody blinked.

In fact, it seemed that everyone around you, all the people, had stopped moving entirely. It was like someone had paused a movie. Some big, eternal being being had paused the movie of Earth to go get more popcorn, and would return in a moment to press play again.
Only, you were moving, and the man in front of you was too.

You watched as he stumbled to the side, and you quickly moved in front of him again, catching him around his neck as he stopped. Your hands were held behind his neck and your forearms rested on his shoulders. You brought his face down harshly into your knee, bringing it back up, only to bring it down again.
You didn't want to fight him, you really didn't. But it seemed you weren't in control of your actions anymore.

You let him go, reaching into your jacket for the object that you had kept hidden so easily from the people around you. The metal of the gun felt cold in your hand as you brought the gun to the man's head.

"Stop! Stop!" The man pleaded "I'm just a messenger! Haven't you heard the saying? 'Don't shoot the Messenger'? It's a thing I swear!"

"I've heard the saying" You snapped "I just don't care for it in this particular moment."

"Please. They- They say they're coming for you. You should hide, run!"

You shook your head.

"You wouldn't shoot me, the good guy never shoots."

You looked at him for a moment, before sighing and turning your head.

The sound of a gunshot, was what brought the world to a start again.