Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Candies

Chad's POV

I got the hell out of the motel before the cops arrived. Having a sudden and creepy feeling like something bad is about to happen, I took moments for fast runaway. I packed my little stuff that I had with me and left the snoring lady in the sheets like a real jerk, making sure I cleaned up every evidence and fingerprint.

I didn't even know I was capable of such thing- sneaking away after sex in the middle of the night. Happened few times when I was a bit younger, like... 20 year old. But I had my reasons then. All the cuddling is really not my thing.

So I ran off like a wild one, gripping bottle of scotch in one hand and my dirty jacket in the other. I stormed up the mountain right before police cars drove by, sending a thick goose of dust flying around.

I hid on the hill behind the bushes, far enough and was curiously watching all the scene. I couldn't resist the temptation to get a sneak peek at the special agent, who was desperately trying to catch me.

From the little I knew about him, this special agent was quite a serious man, running the whole FBI agency back in Ohio. His name was Robert James Fordaham, who started investigation on me few months after the experiments started.

I guess I wasn't good enough in hiding my trace. I kidnapped too many women in a short period of time, all of them living too close to each other. But I was young and stupid then. I was driven by one thing only- need to kill. I didn't think too much on the consequences and here it goes- whole state is after me now.

I was admiring this agent in some point. He was restless and smart, just like I am. And he was a man of word and again- just like I am. If he promised to catch me officially on some crappy news channel, who am I to cross his way? I might as well enjoy the view.

Nevertheless, I don't know how did they track the phonecall. I was sure our conversation took less than 30 seconds, just like in movies, but I guess technology now is a bit more developed.

And I did something that doesn't resemble me at all. I let the woman live. I fucked her good enough, of course. Damn, my buddy is still throbbing, but... Hey, i'm not proud or anything, but this makes sense, right? I'm turning into a better person. I showed some mercy.

"This just makes you another moron who's about to get caught!"

"Shut up, Harrod! Look!"-i nod my head at the motel's parking lot, where red and blue lights are blinking like crazy, covering everything like a damn disco party for junkies.

I can count 11 police cars and 6 swat vans. Now, i'm unable to count all those police officers with a shotguns, crouching by their cars, neither swat army men in heavy armory circling the building.

"They're quite prepared!"-i groan in awe seeing their moves synchronized as if they were practicing for years, waiting for this moment to finally come. "Here's your chance, motherfuckers! Try and catch the horrible Haynes, ripper of the state!"

I take the candy bar that I stole from the manager's cupboard and silently unwrap it. Being unable to get a sip of something magical that I crave for days already, I decide to kill the hunger with this. I put it into my mouth and close my eyes, as sweet chocolate starts melting.

"Since when do you eat candies?"-Harrod smirks at me.

"Since it became none of your business."

"Hey, remember when we broke into Ms.Petersen house? She used to have a whole cupboard stuffed with candies and soda. And it wasn't just on Halloween. I swear, I never knew your eyes could get bigger than that! I honestly thought you were about to die because of so much sugar in your blood."