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Chapter Four

I got back to the motel with anything else going wrong.

I pulled the room key from my pocket and slid it into the lock and clicked the door open. I stepped in and immediately threw my myself on the bed and fell into a uneasy sleep.

When I woke up, the sun kisses the horizon at the break of dawn. I look over with my eyes still fuzzy from sleep, and see the electronic clock with red number saying 5:37.

Knowing I need to get out of the town before the bodies were discovered and the police department shut down the transportation to get out of town.

I glance at the time again. 'I have time to take a shower' I think. I look down at my clothes and see I still have blood stains on my grey hoodie and black jeans. I sigh. I'll clean my clothes in the next town. I quickly shed my clothes and hop in the shower, taking a brisk one.

I quickly get out, wrapped in a towel, and then get dressed in sweats and a T-shirt.

I pack up my back pack once again. With food, clothes, and money on top and my knifes on the bottom. I smiled as I left, leaving the keys for the room on the messy bed.

I walked out and away from the room. Making my way(downtown) to the bus station to get on a bus I passed the motel office, where I saw the older woman who was so afraid of me. She was barley keeping her green eyes open and in hand was a mug of coffee.
But as soon as she saw me, she jumped to attention her old eyes keenly watching me.

I brought my eyes to hers, like I had yesterday. Her mouth twitched, as she tried to hold my gaze. She broke, and then in a final attempt to stared me down, glared at me.

I chuckled and gave her a wink. She seemed startled at my response and looked down but, by the time she got the courage to look up. I had already began my descent to the bus station and was out of sight.

***

"One ticket to ....." I started, "Um...." I stared at the map of the U.S located on the wall of the bus station. I shut my eyes and wielded my finger like a wand as I randomly chose a state and town to go to.

"Hmmm......" I said as I continued to hold my finger against the map.
"Um... Excuse me miss... Are you going to select your destination, there's a line."

I press my finger on a town, but before looking I turned my open eyes towards the bus ticket guy and then looked behind me to see there was in fact a line. Then suddenly I felt the urge again and begin to feel really, really angry. I glared at the bus station guy, and said with a pissed voice ,"I really don't care if there's a line, let me fucking choose where I want to go."

He looked taken aback at the venom in my voice, then looked at his shoes.

Finally, the feeling subsided and I felt more relaxed. I then, finally looked at the destination my finger was placed on.

Seattle, Washington.

I smirked and told the boy where I was going and he timidly gave me the ticket from Salt Lake City, Utah to Seattle.

I looked at the time on the ticket and then the time on the clock. The time was 6:57am and my bus left at 7:20am.

23 minutes.

Urg.

***

23 agonizingly, long minutes later I was getting on a bus to Salem, Oregon.

Unfortunately, then next bus to Seattle wouldn't be until tomorrow at 8am, so I would have to stay overnight.

Not something I was looking forward to. I hate pit stops they are impractical and annoy me. Plus, on top of that, I have to pay even more money then expected, I was probably going to have to steal some money, maybe I'll even get a kill in time before my bus. My sociopathic side liked that thought.

I sighed and sat deeper into the bus seat cushion, falling into a deep sleep.

I wake up with a jolt as the bus halted to a stop.

The bus had stopped in town of what I only assumed to be the place I was heading for that bus ride, Salem.

I heard the bus door open, and wanting to know the time, asked the woman behind me the time.

She looked at me sleepily, and I could tell I wasn't the only one who rested the whole trip here.

I repeated the question and she groaned a little when she responded with a quick look at her watch and the words," 2 o'clock pm".

I thanked her quickly and grabbed my backpack before getting off the public bus, which smelled of sour milk and spoiled meat.

Happy to get off the rusty, old thing. I then, proceeded to the info desk where I could find the cheapest motel in the local area and get the other half of my ticket to Seattle.

"Witt's Motel is the closest one to the station hon'" Said the annoying, fake lady behind the counter. She was cracking her gum between her teeth and had the worst 'Jersey Shore' accent I'd ever heard. I literally wanted to saw off my own ears, it was that bad.

"Thanks", I said teeth clenched and my lips forcing a uncomfortable, tight smile.

"No prob' hon'", She said through yellow stained teeth.

I stuttered and turned my back on the irritating woman. "Have a nice day!!!!!!!" She shouted at my back. I gave a small wave to her with facing her direction, and continued at a good pace.

Damn. I hate people.

I finally found Witt's Motel after a long time of looking. It was not at all near the bus station, maybe I was picturing a long distance but it was actually a short distance. Yeah that's probably it.

I went to the front desk, and checked in. I must say though I was surprised at the low price of the night stay, and when I was finished paying, I gave the motel manager a forced smile while grabbing the keys and darting to my motel room.

I felt it, the urge to kill again. I was then shocked to know I couldn't contain my sociopathic side for very long.

I reached into my backpack and grabbed shiney the knife, I don't think I need Mckillsalot for a small job.

I took a hood over my face noticing that dusk was quickly approaching. I smirked and as thought about a kill along with a much needed robbery to fill up my money supply.

I opened the motel door and stepped into the fresh evening air. I breathed a deep gulp of air before picturing my victim for tonight. I imagined her cracking gum and yellow teeth and grimaced at that thought. Surly no one would miss that hag.

I sighed and started on my journey to bus station, which I hoped wouldn't be as long as last time.