Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Bad phonecall

Few more weeks flew by in a snap of a finger. The days were getting hot and heavy summer breeze settled the forests.

Frozen and dead fingers held the phone tight in a fist, while his lips refused to move.

He watched his lands with sorrow. The ground turned from flourish green to dry and dusty. It didn't rain for a very long time already and among spiked fences led dead birds and everything turned into rotten land of emptiness and chaos.

Even the coyotes led peacefully in the shadows of the trees, not even bothering to search for food any longer.

"Were you missing me?"

That's a simple question. Do you miss me. Do you love me. Why don't you save me.

Bombarding Haynes from every possible direction with same odd needs and prays. Do you miss me.

Mad men, that lived in the abandoned building didn't even talk to each other now. Tension was building up in the air and setting down as a doom upon their heads.

"Why don't you say anything?"

What do I say? I've got nothing left to keep me going.

Sam was furious loosing his authority. The second vicious Chad Haynes came back from his slaughtering vacation, best friend and the right hand gave away his magic stick along with the rusty throne in a meeting room.

"You left me here. How ironic, isn't it?"

Jake was having breakfast alone. Lonely in his new cell above the ground he spent days mourning over the only real friend he lost.

The girl was gone. Running away she took something important, a little peace from all of monsters living in the woods.

"I kept your letter... You promised me."

Sad man stood still in his parking lot, like many times before he gazed at never ending fields and wondered when all his perfectly created world, filled with order and torment went to hell. Tall, charming and rich he had everything he desired. Everything, except her.

"I lied."

"I don't believe you."

"Whatever." His black razor sharp eyes insistently watched few poor souls that were sitting on the tree branches a mile from his eyes, swaying with the wind on the most highest tree tops.

"Why are you being like this?"

"I am like this. What can I say."

"Will you just leave me here? I meant nothing to you?"

"You didn't want to be mine,"-he finally admitted, feeling sadness claws dig deeper. He made a step forth, making gravel shiver under his feet and concrete of a parking lot started cracking wherever his foot stepped.

He knew he is the one to blame for this disaster, that the lands are dying. He wouldn't accept the prophesy even if he would die himself, even if the ground gaps with it's mouth of hell and swallows him entirely.

"What do you expect to hear, Serene? He is listening to all this now. Even our thoughts are not safe."

"I know. Give me a reason to believe you."

Nah, this would be too easy. Who are you to give the orders?

"Do you remember the first night I took you out, let you outside? You saw the sun, Serene."

"You said..."

"Believe me. Like I said then- that you will have many days like that. That's when I stop loving you."