Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Bloody notes

Chad's POV.
At the woods.

How extraordinary this is.

A woman, who, strangely, represents everything I hate so much in a human being, found the weak spot of the all mighty Chad Haynes.

My soft spot. Stupid girl makes me vulnerable.

She made me fall to the very pit of this disgusting, God aweful shit called love.

I never asked for this.

Instead I trace her palm, that softly lands on my tight grip on the colt and pulls up to her head. It's not her skin that makes me nervous this time.

She's insane. Now this is official.

Things were easy many years ago.

With her? It was easy too, at the beginning.

I knew very well where I stand and what do I do.

Kidnap her. Test the potion. Kill her.

Easy.

"Look at you, such a pussy!"-the so well known voice whispers into my ear and I snap my head to the left, away from Serene, only to find my evil brother sitting on his knees a feet away. "We're in so much trouble and you crying like a girl!"

Not now.

"This is serious, brother. Stop playing, gotta go! Shit's evolving! Did you hear where our little friend is going with his whore?"

Fordaham?

"Yup. Texas."

"Hold it, i'll pull the trigger on myself",-her voice is so determined and I start wondering- when did I break her so bad? Which one of my actions made this little girl loose all the hope and be so ready to meet what's unavoidable?

So? He can go to hell, as far as i'm concerned.

"You didn't quite catch the idea. He's going to Texas. Now think. Why Texas?"

Damn it. Can't be. The FBI is getting closer. What do I do now?

"Strange!"-he blurps and stands up. "I never though i'll see the ripper crying like a wuss! This is sad and pathetic. Fix it."

Well of course! Goddamn it!

I yank my head back at Serene, meeting her blank eyes.

I'm getting mad.

I wasn't supposed to fall for anyone, kneel for anyone and she is digging into my soul now?

"Fuck you!"-i growl standing up. "Stupid bitch! You think you can play me again?"

"I thought you wanted this!"-she cries out gently when she finally realises. "You said you will kill me! You brought me here!"

"With a gunshot?"-i raise my hands and obviously start to panic, as her voice gets me off guard. "You think i'm that shallow! After everything you did to me you think I will mercy you? Kill you within a second, with no pain, no emotion, nothing?"

"I don't understand you! You tortured me all these months! Haven't you done enough?"

"Enough?!"-i now yell at her, making Serene appear even smaller and defeated, like a little rabbit caged with a snake,-"i'm not even close! Now move!"-i grunt and grab Serene's arm, so I can drag her away from this spot, same forest clearing that, strangely, was always so calming and soothing in a most absurd way. "I have more serious shit to deal with right now."

*****

We took a drive home, back to the warehouse. I didn't say anything, for I was too busy creating another of my master plans how to deal with upcoming issues.

And as for issues, I mean my good friend detective Fordaham. If he's on his way to Texas, I must hurry up, gather all my strength and run like crazy, or better even- teleport.

I wish teleportation was one of my many abilities, but sadly, it's not.

Without waiting any longer and of course, unceremoniously, I dragg her through all those corridors and humid tunnels to the -5 floor. I push her inside the cage, standing in a corner of lab 9. She tries to protest, of course, but Harrod was right all along. I have to fix my mess.

"Where are you going?"-she asks silently grabbing the metal wires in her tiny palms and shaking like insane.

"None of your business. But if you need to know so much, I have to make a visit for an old friend. So save your energy, Serene. And say hi to your new friend!"

Her eyes gets wild and huge and then it spots another woman, slowly crouching in a cage. "Have fun, ladies!"

Fordaham's POV, Texas. 12 hours later.

After a short flight, we finally reach Jefferson city, Texas.

We park outside the little corner house on Bonham street, next to Roy's "Rails and rides" store. I fix my hat and step out of the vehicle. Agent Benington and Green with Leslie pulls behind us and Angela gets out of the car, her hand ready on the gun.

I look at the house. Nothing seem out of place and I step towards the little path leading to the main entrance.

"Someone's home",-i state pointing at the red Buick parked in a driveway.

"I called her, I told her we're coming today."

"Mmhh",-i just nod and step on the porch. I turn around and see Angela has her grip on a gun already. The others are quote nervous too. "What is it, partner?"

She shakes her head. "I have a bad feeling, Robert. This is too easy."

I knock on the door. "Yeah, I get the same feeling." I knock again.

Nothing.

I knock again, louder this time. I try the door handle. Locked.

I look around. "Windows are opened there. Looks like a kitchen?"

Angela stands beside the wall and covers my back.

I climb. Leslie and Bennington goes to the back door, while Green is quietly observing the street.

After I land on the dirty tiles making just a little sound, I pull out my gun and wait for my partner to get in.

Kitchen looks like crap, I must admit. Cabinets are old and cheap, lots of dust and doesn't look like some old OCD lady could be living here.

"I surely hope the chief will grant us a warrant on this."

"Mrs.Brown! Fbi!"-i say out loud, ignoring Angela's comment.

Nothing.

We step through the door leading to a corridor and right on time I catch Angela's arm, before she ruins the evidence.

We both freeze, her foot just above a little drop of blood on the floor.

Now we both point our guns at the corridor, me going first.

I give a sign for silence, as soon as Leslie and Bennington with Green comes out from the corner. Few more blood drops on the floor. They get their guns.

"I get a feeling I won't gonna like this",-i state, when our eyes meet rather huge swamp of blood coming from the living room. "I'll regret coming here on my birthday."

We all enter the living room and Angela throws up right there on the spot.

I lower my gun.

*****

Mrs.brown is hanging from the chandelier, a huge metal part of it poking out of the side of her rib cage.

Eyes open, so is her abdomen. It has a huge gap with guts still falling out.

Blood is trickling at the swamp below and didn't even start to coagulate yet.

"He was here a minute or two ago." I slowly approach the victim and examine her face that has fright in it, obviously.

"Agent Fordaham!"-Benington calls me and I snap my head at him. There's a huge bloody note on the wall above the door, and is still dripping down.

Happy birthday James. I hope you like the surprise. If you back off now, I won't tell your wife... P.s. just kidding. I already did.