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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So much for hope she thought. So much for trying to start fresh. She knew her fate was never meant to be that good. She hoped that what was waiting for her on the other side would be paradise. She hoped it was better than where she was now. But after a few moments nothing happened. She eased her eyes open and saw that the axe was still in the air, still poised for its strike.
“What are you waiting on?” Rusty asked, somehow calm and angry at the same time. “Do it or don’t do it! But make up your damn mind!” She was tired of standing on the edge of death, staring into the chasm of eternity.
Perhaps the trees sensed or felt Gavin’s hesitation and they decided enough was enough. The one tree that had been holding Rusty in place, waiting with patience, yanked her into The Lot and into the nest of vipers it called siblings.
“NOOOOOO!” Gavin screamed and jumped over the fence, landing softly on the ground inside the trees. It was the first time he had ever been among them and he noticed that the air around him was different, suffocating, stifling, evil and ominous. He saw Rusty was currently fighting the trees as they tried to consume her, poking and stabbing with their limbs, drawing blood that was quickly lapped up. Gavin wasted no time and started swinging his axe, chopping limbs, hearing the trees scream as their sap like blood splattered violently. The trees now had to fend off Gavin as well as Rusty, so this was her one and only chance to escape. She fought her way out of the trees, jumped over the fence, and hurried to her truck as tree limbs shot out at her, barely missing her back. She hopped into the cab and sat down hard on the broken glass, not caring at all if she got injured from the shards. She turned on the vehicle, slammed the gear shift into reverse, spinning the tires as the truck moved backwards. She wheeled the vehicle around, sliding sideways a couple of times, and when the truck caught traction, she punched the gas and headed out to the main road. She glanced back one time and then was gone, leaving The Lot as memory, a memory she would not soon forget. Did she ever tell anyone? Nope. Who would believe her? She lived with the secret for the rest of her life, which turned out to be a very good one.
The trees, angered at Gavin’s rebellion, tossed him about like a ball, beating him badly, but not killing him. When they were finished with their lesson, they tossed him out and onto the hard cold ground. He bounced twice and came to rest on his back, feeling the abuse he had sustained radiating throughout his body. He lay there a moment before pulling himself up to a sitting position. When the stars in front of his eyes passed, he stumbled to his feet, wiping away blood. He turned towards the trees.
“Feed Us!” They screamed. “Feeds us or suffer!”
Gavin decided to fall in line, no bitching, and no arguing. He was beaten and broken and he saw no use to fight them anymore. He made the rounds, checking the traps he had set and he was happy to find he had caught a fat possum, three squirrels, and two rabbits. He freed the animals (ignoring their bites and scratches) one by one and tossed them alive into the trees without saying anything at all. He then re-set the traps, retrieved his axe, and went back into his tiny home. He slammed the door, dropped into a corner, and fell asleep.
And the nightmares came.
And the nightmares left.
And the morning arrived.
And a new day started.
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