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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“What is that all about?” Ernie asked himself when he saw the sign on the post advertising Christmas trees. Gavin’s family had never been Christmas tree farmers so this was another odd thing in a series of odd things he had seen that day. The car passed the sign slowly and then it turned onto the man made road Gavin had made some time ago. It was now well traveled, rutted with two clear lanes, easy to drive on.
Ernie brought his vehicle to a stop a few moments later when he reached the gravel parking lot. He couldn’t believe his eyes, as he sat there and looked at The Lot. The trees were perfect, pristine, and green – so green that they didn’t seem real. He opened his door and pulled himself out of the car. He then closed the door and stood there a moment surveying the scene. It would have been a beautiful place to be, full of Christmas cheer, if it all didn’t seem so foul. His instincts were rarely off and he was sure there was something wrong with everything he was seeing. He made his feet start moving and made his way over to the nest of trees.
Gavin heard the car door slam and immediately stopped what he was doing, stripping an animal of its fur, preparing it for a meal, his meal. He had decided (after several meals and lots of bad stomach issues) that raw wasn’t to his liking. He preferred what he ate to be clean and cooked. He hung the stripped possum over a nearby hook, its lifeless eyes staring at him as he wiped his hands on a dirty towel. He then made his way up to the door and peered through the peep hole.
“Fucking no,” he replied to himself when he saw who had come by for a visit. He turned around and looked at the room, bathed in a small amount of light from a handful of half burned candles. He looked at the axe and then the shotgun. The gun would be quicker and if he had to take out Ernie, which he didn’t want to do, he would rather it be a quick death instead of a slow one. He owed Ernie at least that much. He turned back to the door and looked out the peep hole, hoping he wouldn’t have to make the toughest decision he had ever made in his life.
Ernie caressed several of the trees as he walked past them. Their needles were soft and silky smooth. They seemed to enjoy his touch. He breathed in the air and their pine scent was so strong that it was almost overwhelming. He looked from the trees to the house Gavin had been living in and decided to see if anyone was home. He walked over to the door and knocked.
“Hello?” He asked, looking at the door and the peephole. “Gavin, are you home?”
Gavin stepped away from the door, stood in the center of the room, sweating. He was trying not to make a sound, hoping if Ernie heard nothing he would just leave.
Ernie knocked again and waited.
Gavin stood on the other side, biting his lip, filled with tension.
“If you’re in there I just want to make sure you’re okay. Haven’t seen you around. Kind of worried about you. I went by your house and no one was home.” Ernie waited a moment longer and decided no one was inside the building. He turned to leave and then thought of the door handle. He reached down and turned it.
Gavin saw the handle start to move and quickly stepped up to it and turned the lock. He stepped back and watched it jiggle, hoping this would be the final deterrent. A second later the door handle stopped moving and fell back into a resting position. Gavin stepped up to the door when he heard the car engine come to life. He let out a breath as Ernie backed the car up, turned it around, and made his exit.
“Thank god,” Gavin replied, even though thanking god meant nothing to him now. He was in hell and he was sure he was going there once all this was over. He looked out at the trees for a moment and wondered why they hadn’t attacked. Maybe they sensed something about Ernie, that he was in a position of authority, or maybe they knew that he was a friend of Gavin’s. Whatever the reason he was thankful for it. He returned to the possum and began the final prep on his dinner.
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