Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Where monsters sleep

Darren's POV

"Let me guess,"-i ask seeing Sam drift from behind the trees absolutely alone,-"he's not coming with us?"

"Nopes",-Sam just waves his palm in annoyance. "He said he wasn't sure when he'd be back."

"I'm not surprised."

"Neither am I."

"So do we wait for the others?"

"Why? They forgot where we live?"-he rolls his eyes.

"You have a point!"-i mumble and we slowly start walking-lazily, barely dragging our feet, for the warehouse is miles away. "I'd kill for some sleep right now."

"Me too. You have a cigarette?"

"Yeah!"-i drag a pack out of my pocket and hand it to Sam. "So how do you think it's going to end? Do we find her?"

"Don't know. Really."

"She might be far gone already. God knows which direction she chose. Maybe we go ask Jake?"-i smile.

Sleazy prick messed things up quite a lot. Honestly? I'm not sure if we find her at all and I am a bit mad. That dumb girl lived for too long already and I didn't even have a chance with her.

However, if she's not getting back one way or the other, that just mean we're having a new girl quite soon.

"He swears he didn't let her out,"-Sam continues, nervously rubbing his sweat lined chin. "Food- I get it. But letting her out? It's quite impossible, i'd say."

"Seems like there's many surprises he might offer,"-i trail. I never expected such betrayal thrown by Jake, but on the other hand-we all get a bit crazy sometimes. Despite two weekends out a month, we do this- hunt, torture, slaughter. I'm surprised we didn't blow our brains yet. "So if it wasn't him, who else?"-i wonder. If Jake could do this to us, there might be someone else like him.

Sam throws me a questioning look and may I be damned-he knows the answer. "I'm not even gonna ask."

"However,"-i continue being too tired for all this mental crap,-"I think he's bringing her home eventually. My boy has special abilities."

"Yeah, and a scouts medal."

"I say we eat first?"-i ask when my stomach flips with hunger. "And then i'm about to do one more interrogation. My type."

"Your type?"-he bursts laughing now, which makes us both stop in our track. "Someone's feisty. You're about to kick his ass, aren't you?"

"I'm not!"-i snap angrily, for everyone see me this way. Like I can't have a normal conversation. "Who do you think I am?"

"First of all",-he laughs, his hand slapping my shoulder in supportive manner,-"irrational."

"Spoil my fun!"-i grunt and slowly start walking further."

*****

In a while, like three damn hours a while, we finally approach the gates. They are opened widely, just like we left it and all lights are off. I am having a feeling that no one is back yet, so that mean good news- there's still some beer in the fridge.

After these hours of pointless walking I am feeling numb. Our journey for the past couple of hours was spent in silence, since there wasn't much to talk about.

Tired, hungry and honestly-dirty from head to toes, we finally enter the parking lot. There it stands- my lonely, forgotten BMW with flat tire that I didn't have time to fix, our badly scratched van, Haynes's GMC and few cars more, including black Buick which I didn't see before.