[ WP ] A serial killer uses a vending machine to buy a personalized coke bottle to select his victim . One day , he gets a bottle with an unexpected name .

He got into the cab on the corner of Doyle and Crescent. The rain was pouring now. He could n't bare to walk in it any longer. 
 
 `` Where ya headin?'' The cabbie said with a gruff New York accent. 
 
 The cab had a unique scent. He always felt that each cab carried a mark of their driver, a smell, a trinket, a rip, a stain. Something that set it apart from every other cab. This one was different. It had a metallic smell to it. He glanced at the air freshener and then the cabbie's eyes peering back at him. With a flat monotone he said `` The news stand on 78 and 9'th.'' 
 
 The cabbie kept glancing back. He wanted to talk. `` God I really do n't wan na have a conversation... not now... there's too much to plan too much to do.'' he thought to himself. 
 
 `` What's your name kid?'' 
 
 There was a long pause. `` James,'' He said flatly... but with a false sense of sincerity asked `` what's yours?'' 
 
 `` The name's Mike... so what's at 78 and 9th?'' 
 
 With a sigh he responded `` I just need a paper... and a coke...'' 
 
 The cabbie chuckled. `` Hah yeah its good stuff I swear Pepsi just do n't taste the same... to sweet ya know?'' He did n't respond. He watched the rain trickle down and examined the fingerprints that littered the glass. The cab came to a lurching stop and the cabbie clicked the total. 7.77. `` Hey look at that the tab's 7.77... that's a sign man its your lucky day!'' 
 
 `` Keep it running'' said James as he walked to the coke machine. He closed his eyes as he inserted the dollars and deftly pushed the button for the coke bottle. This was a ritual now. He'd done it so many times before. He reached down and looked at the name. `` Michael.'' James smiled at the irony and walked back to the cab stepping inside. 
 
 `` Where to now?'' asked the cabbie. 
 
 `` Back home... 873 Maple St.'' The cab sped forward through the rain. Coming a bit more to life James said, `` hey by the way I got Michael in the coke machine...'' 
 
 `` Did ya?'' the cabbie said excitedly. `` Look at that!'' He drove to a back alley way, just out of sight of the passersby on the street. Without warning the cabbie turned around and slashed James's throat. Blood sprayed the roof of the cab and James' eyes widened in confusion. He gasped and gurgled as he choked on his own blood. With every heart beat blood sprayed all over the cab. Onto the windows, the roof, and the coke bottles. Blood sprayed on both the newly purchased `` Michael'' coke bottle as well as the one sitting in the front seat cup holder which just so happened to bare the name `` James.''
