Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Going for Serene

There was a huge abandoned warehouse, hundreds of miles away from curious eyes, which was securely hidden among the trees and surrounded by endless fields of purple flowers.

No one lived in this sacred neighborhood and any car passed by for months. Empty parking lot was covered in last year's Autumn leaves and garbage, which was lazily moving with the wind.

No one saw lights in the windows and only few coyotes were sneaking around it's spiked fences at night, searching for food and shelter. On the concrete ground you could see a hook with a chain attached to it, where old stains of blood were already dried.

When the moon was reaching it's highest point in the sky and the stars were hiding among the thickest clouds, like afraid of what they might see, few dark figures were dragging black garbage bags to the field. With every step they moved on the asphalt, a thick substance was dripping down from their swags, coloring the dusty path on their way.

There were holes in the ground, surrounded by purple flowers, deep enough and wide enough to hide their secret treasure.

One of the men dropped the heavy bag into the hole and stretched. His back was sore. But he knew the job is not done yet, so after a moment of silence around him, the man started digging. He filled up the hole with the black bag in it, with a stained shovel. He covered his treasure with sand and a pile of dirt. Disturbed worms squeezed deeper in to the mold, but you still could hear a scratching and silent weeping under the man's feet.

There were more sobbing victims in the holes, buried alive. Some of them were dying, panic smothering them under the cold ground. But even much bigger part of them led there quietly and didn't let a sound out.

The job was exhausting, but mad men knew, that the sweet part after this would be one big pleasure itself. When first sun rays showed from behind the horizon of the tree tops, they gathered around in the circle and stood silent for a while. Like preparing for something special, something tempting, they stood quiet and concentrated. Men smoked a cigarette and each zipped from the same whiskey bottle, which was the end of their sick ritual. Silent talks and frightening laughter left their lips and disappeared in early mornings light. They took shovels from the ground and returned to their abandoned home.

But one serious man wasn't digging. No. He stayed in the nasty basements, in his sick kingdom. Deep under the ground, where the day never reached it's destination, this man was preparing for a road. He stood in front of the big mirror half naked, oddly watching at his tattooed skin, covering his well trained body. Only a soft light of a fireplace lit up his calm features. He was determined. Focused. He gazed at the monster in the mirror for few minutes, examining it's features, and then smiled at him.

"Now,"-the creature lazily said.

The man slowly put on a white shirt, that landed on his skin tightly. He put on a black tie, matching with his pants and beard. He had a happy, yet twisted thoughts on his mind, while brushing messy hair and a shallow nervousness of nearing events.

When the man was ready, he entered the elevator and pushed the '0' button. He patiently stood still, while going up from the dark basement and stared at the reflection of the man behind his back. He was smiling again and his dark eyes were hiding something evil within.

"You can't come with us. Not this time."

The man stepped from the elevator and heavy metal door closed behind. He hesitated for a second, but when he made sure that his brother is not going after, he rushed through the dark hallways and approached the parking lot. Sun was shining too bright for his eyes to adjust the sudden light after being in the darkness for that long. He covered his pale face for a second and took a deep sigh in. A journey was nearing for him and loyal companions patiently waited in a black van. The man went forward, took the driver's seat and the engine growled with life.