Kill for me. A terrifying request, but Gavin will take this request and do his best to complete it. He will suffer. He will reach the edge of his sanity. He will live in pain. But he will do all he can do to protect the people and the town he loves.
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*About to get gruesome. I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*
Fred Greenberg closed and locked his dorm room door. While he stood in front of it, he sent his parents a quick text saying he would be home soon and then slowly made his way down the long white hallway with the fluorescent lights shining bright above. Fred wasn’t a tall kid. He stood somewhere around five foot five. And he wasn’t extremely handsome either, but he did alright with the ladies. He was just an average college kid with black hair and piercing green eyes.
“Heading home?” A voice asked from an open door.
“Yeah,” Fred replied, stopping to talk for a moment. Above him, a banner read Happy Thanksgiving with a big smiling turkey on it. Of course, someone had taken the time to draw a penis the size of a watermelon on the bird. College kids. Always up for a cheap laugh.
“Well, drive safe. Don’t smoke too much weed while you’re gone.”
“Just a Thanksgiving dinner with the folks. Add in a bit of football and a deep turkey nap and that’s about all there’s going to be. Have a good holiday,” Fred replied and made his exit.
When he reached his truck, he climbed inside, turned on the engine, and let it idle. He scrolled through his phone until he found Black Map (a new band who had recently caught his interest). Once the Bluetooth connection was made and the music playing through the speakers, he backed out of the spot, and made his way towards home.
Two hours into the drive is when Fred saw Gavin’s hand-made sign. On a whim, he angled the four wheel drive off the paved road and onto the one made of dirt, tire ruts, and grass. A few minutes later, he pulled his truck to a stop and looked out the window at the Christmas tree lot sitting all alone in the middle of nowhere. The trees were thick, rich, and green. They looked healthy and plump, full of life and vigor.
Inside the gingerbread house, Gavin woke up when he heard the truck brakes squeal. He glanced at the clock on the bare wall. It was just past three in the afternoon. He stood up and peered through the peep hole he had made in the door, eye-balling the young man behind the wheel of the truck. Gavin was sure the kid behind the wheel was an out of towner. So far so good. Nobody in town had decided to venture out except for the sheriff, who hadn’t been by since the first time he had visited. Gavin hoped it would stay that way, and that the locals would stay put. A rustling sound invaded his ears and he turned his eye to the trees.
Were they telling him they were hungry?
Were they telling him they needed to be fed?
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