Mad

A brisk breeze passes through the night. I feel it swarm around me, making my skin grow colder. It seems to be something my body has handled before. I shiver with each gust that catches my path. I take off a cheap, small bag of things I figured would be useful for this night that sits on my back. Pulling out a lighter and a pack of Cleopatra cigarettes, my friend brought me from Egypt. I flick the lighter to flame, it burns the tip of the cigarette. They taste bland compared to what I usually have, but they calmed my nerves the same. Warmed me up a bit as well. I had been walking for 3 hours, and at least 20 minutes on top of that. Heading to the edge of McCarthy seems to be becoming a difficult distance to travel at night. But being out during the day is not going to cut it. If I were seen or worse, walked up on,it would not be an idle situation for me. You see, I'm hiding from something every normal, sane person does at one point or another in life.

There was never a moment I thought I would be caught. Staying off the main roads was far too cunning for those saps they call police officers.

The husband of the lady I killed had some crooked friends on the force who were going to take care of me. That family of the three brothers I put six under had hired a PI to find and deal with me just the same. So, you can imagine what I had on my mind during those days. I know it's always overkill to cut off the hands and tear out the teeth of every victim BUT I do not want to have any shabby work tied to my name.

Looking down at the watch on my ankle, it was reaching 5:32am. I knew I needed to find some place to rest before this cold puts me to sleep. Walking up on a bridge, I went under it to find some warmth. Taking off the bag and placing it on the ground, I took out a light blanket that took up most of the room in the bag. Lying on the soggy ground and whipping the blanket over my legs and as much of my upper body as it would cover. I know I shouldn't have left and done what I did. But it has already passed. No matter what, it can't affect me.

I felt my eyes grow heavy on this bitterly cold night. I knew I should have stayed. This cold is going to drive me mad.