Badlands

Entering Badlands Chapter Thirteen

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Badlands 

Part One: Entering Badlands

Chapter Thirteen

At around 6:00pm that afternoon, Wayne Crawford and his two new explorers set off to the camp. The kid hasn't said who his name was. Why he was doing what he was doing. And what he was in general. Sam still thinks he is some crazy alien creature that could take away his life by one sneeze. Neither of them followed to close and if they did they watched all around them.

The temperature was getting a little bit hotter if that was even possible and Wayne already had his orange jumper half way off as he dropped the sleeves exposing the tank top. His boots were too large for him as they swayed back and forth for each step. And it also seemed for each step Sam would either make some sort of sound to distract himself or the kid would stop and look around. Either way. He knew this could be worse. Or could be better.

By now he would be soaked up in his bathtub and be reading some horror novel that could give himself nightmares. Now he himself is living the nightmare and the horror is the most frightful thing.

Oh how he wishes he could just go back time and change everything. How could he change it though? It wasn't his fault this happened to him and it happened to him out of the blue. There was no hardcore evidence he did the murders. There was no evidence at all for anything besides yes, he had affairs with them all. So what? He couldn't help that luck was just not his thing. Luck was definaetly not his thing.

Wayne Crawford was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time most of the time being. Was it weird that he was traced with all the murders? Yes. Maybe that was coincidential. But how? How can someone steal the face from someone else? Leave the outline of the face including the nose, eye sockets and smile on? How can someone possibly do that without some sort of melting device? And even then you never heard anything like that ever. Yet here they were.

Sam only heard the stories and he thought Wayne was in the same boat. A hardful criminal that might not even understand and fully believe what he did was terrible and just down right wrong. Same was like that. He believe what he had done wasn't necessarily bad and he should have gotten jail time instead of this prison camp for basically soliders for what war they would go God only knows what.

He had only stabbed a man for self defense. One time in upper gut and the man bled to death and now suddenly he was a terible person. How could that be?

Yet was it really self defense or was that all in Sam's mind and the guy was innocent as a bird flying through the air (not like owls but very similiar).

There was one thing for sure and what happened to Wayne was definatly not in his mind. He had not done anything wrong. Literally. Sure it was a sin to have affairs with a woman outside of marriage but it was just a sin. Not the hugest sin even though it was so much close to the first sin man could ever been able to do. Though it wasn't large. Not as large as murder. And for things like affairs and thinking of a woman with such lust it always came down to asking for repentence right?

Long and behold though here was Wayne walking with a couple of obvious psychos. One being a man that didn't think the murder he convicted was harsh and the other being a boy who wasn't even the sprout of his adulthood to guide them the way.

It was getting darker by the second and the only sound that was heard was Sam and his persistant sounds. Sounds that only men who didn't want to come to relaize they are scared would make. Little weezing sounds of disgust and terror overwhelmed Same and Wayne tried to not gain an ounce of it too.

He wasn't afraid for the most part right now. He was frightened by the fact a boy could do what happened. Of course it could have been a hallicunation though. It could have not even happened. This could all just be a dream and he could be waking up and throwing his 'fuck off' mask onto the floor and he lazily gets up. Does his chores and goes to work.

Though a thought now crossed his mind. This wasn't a dream. He wouldn't go to work. He wouldn't bbe able to sleep in that comfortable bed of his. And the affair with Carolyn Summers was done. Because she was dead.

And his clean hands, not fully latching and connecting with her death proved it.

He was here in Badlands...Ready for whatever life was giving to his way.

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In the meantime as Wayne Crawford was walking along the roads with the two psychos, two people with the same interest in learning the town's history was just leaving the house of Anna Kirkspatrick.

Not much after the fact that the disappearences were obvious murders the government is hiding, was told. Anna knew her source,. There was just something puzzling and confusing of connecting the dots that made Viola frustered with rage.

"How could she just tell us we are over our heads when we know what is going on is something from a si-fi movie?!" Viola exclaimed and then locked the van they brought with them for the case. She got her backpack on her shoulders and wnt towards the room for the motel.

Richie had just finished a long sigh and then he bit his lip in protest for what he was about to say, "maybe she is right. Maybe we should turn back and just forget what we have done."

Viola shakes her head and opens the door to the motel room. She puts the backpack on the chair for the desk and then turns to him, "no it is way more than that Richie. Don't you see that? Do you want to be known as the explorers who gave up when things get a little to juicy?"

Richie looks down at his shoes and then follows her inside the house, "don't go on and tell me and ask me if I technically want to be a pussy okay? You know what I mean."

"And what is it you fully mean?" Viola goes to him and she has her arms crossed, "what do you mean we should turn back?"

Richie knows that Violas knows what he means. If they decide to continue on to what they are doing and they find some very good juicy stuff that could also be dangerous. Well they could lose their jobs and possibly their lives. He didn't think to far ahead of loosing their lives but he wants it known to her she should get the point. 

"I guess fuck it. You will d whatever you want," Richie says in resort and puts his camera onto the bed. He sits there and then sighs, "just do me one good solid favor. Please don't get us killed."

Viola couldn't promise that because she doesn't know herself. She doesn't know the secrets that lie in Interior could be terrible and should be left untouched. She doesn't know the skeletons in the closet but she does know she wants to find out....

It takes a lot more than just one person to tell them this too.