Humpday Promotions: The Lot on Route 6: Page 9

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.*

Gavin was almost sure of it and he himself was hungry, feasting on barely nothing since the trees had arrived, but he didn’t mind. Hunger was nothing to a man trying to save his town and the people he loved. He turned his attention back to the stranger in the truck. The young guy was the first chance for a feeding since the couple had appeared a few weeks ago. Gavin had many sleepless nights since that killing. His mind kept drifting back to their kids at home wondering what had happened to mommy and daddy. It sickened him, tore at his soul like a cancer, but what could he have done. He was protecting an entire town and a few out of town souls were worth the sacrifice if it meant keeping his home safe.

The truck door opened and Gavin focused in on the young man, watching him as he climbed out of the truck and walked over to the fence. The young man caressed the trees and looked them over. The trees leaned towards him, allowing themselves to be petted, enjoying the feel of the pulsing blood racing through the college kid’s veins. They were hungry and they were ready to be fed.

Gavin stepped back from the door and turned his eyes to the shotgun standing beside it, fully loaded, ready to kill. He then looked at the axe he used for chopping wood. He thought the axe would be a better choice. It was a perfect silent killer. He picked it up and went back to the door. He stuck his eye ball on the peephole and waited for his chance.

“Hello?” Fred asked. “I’m interested in one of the trees.” No answer. “Are they for sale? Sign out front made it sound like they were.”

Gavin said nothing, silently waiting for his chance. He knew the kid would eventually turn and head back to his truck. He would have to be quick, but he thought he could cover the distance without any fuss. He heard the trees rustle again. He knew he had to make this work or they would go unfed. A flash of his town in flames filled his brain. He shook the images away and focused on the young man whose life was about to end.

“Okay. Your loss. Trees look mighty nice. I could have given one of them a good home. Fuck you and good day. Thanks for wasting my time asshole.” Fred turned and started to walk away.

Gavin flung open the door (hard enough to make the shack shake) and raced out of the building towards the kid, who heard the footsteps, but when he turned around to see who it was that was in such a hurry, he was greeted with an axe to the center of his face. The axe split his head in two, sending all kinds of things in all kinds of directions as Fred’s head exploded from the impact.

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I recently published this novella or short story, depending on how you look at it, and I wanted to promote it. So, my brain got to thinking, and my brain came up with three ways you can enjoy this story (if you want to read it).

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