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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He looked up in time to see a hole blasted through the caramel colored front door. The cop who had been standing in front of this door, ready to kick it in, took a shot gun blast directly to the chest. His bullet riddled, torn open body flew backwards through the air and landed somewhere in the nest of trees, who wanted to devour the sweet human flesh, wanted to taste the warm blood still in his veins, but they couldn’t, they couldn’t do nothing but be trees, so that’s what they were, even though every needle on them was screaming to feed.
The other cops retreated back as Gavin stepped up to the jagged hole in the door that looked like the shape of a misshapen mouth. “I told you I can’t leave the trees! You don’t know what they’re capable of if they’re not fed!”
The cops took aim on the door, itchy trigger fingers more than ready to pull now that one of their own lay silent and dead in the snow, blood pouring out of his body like a river.
“I only killed those that weren’t local! I didn’t kill any of us! I was only trying to help!” Gavin screamed.
“One more time Gavin! Put down your weapon or we will open fire!” Ernie yelled from behind his car, red and blue lights splashing all over his face.
“I had to do it! I had no choice! You have to –”
Ernie heard someone yell. “Cop Killer!” And then a gun blast tore open the night.
This was the catalyst for the onslaught of gunfire that spread Gavin all over the interior of the small space, blasting away a majority of the gingerbread house in the process.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Ernie screamed, as he rushed up the brick path that ran between the trees, stopping when he reached what was left of the house. He peered inside and saw Gavin lying on the floor with his body shredded from the bullets that had entered him. What walls were left were splattered red with blood, it was running down them like something out of a horror movie. Ernie looked back at the cops, and most of them looked away. They were ashamed of what they had done, but it was a gut reaction in a gut reaction kind of time. One of their own had fallen and his death had to be vindicated.
“All right, let’s clean this up,” Ernie replied, as he looked up at the sky and let the snow fall onto his bearded face for a moment, enjoying the cool moisture. He then looked out at the trees and something caught his eye. He thought he saw a root pushed up from the Earth sucking up the blood pooled around the dead cop’s body. He glanced around and he saw other roots from some of the other trees sticking out of their Earthly home nibbling on the human carcass like parasites, not enough to be noticed, but enough to have a small taste. He blinked and everything was back to where it belonged. It was almost like the trees had seen him watching and didn’t want to be caught as they fed. He pushed the thoughts away, thinking it had to be a fatigued mind playing tricks on him, and went to help with the clean-up.
Ernie sat in his patrol car and eye balled the Christmas tree lot basking in its thick cover of white. It was just past eight in the evening, as he sat there thinking of what had transpired out here, still trying to find the right answer for why Gavin had done what he had done. This was his second visit to The Lot since the shooting happened and still there were no answers. He reached for the car door handle and stopped. Something was floating down from the clear sky above. It was a bright light, ball like in its consistency. He opened the car door (never taking his eyes from the descending object) and stepped out into the night. Suddenly, something burst forth from the ball of light. A beam of some sorts, milky white. It rushed down and covered the trees in a yellowish glow. Then there was a sound of air rushing upwards and trees being ripped free from their Earthly roots. Ernie shielded his eyes, held his ground from the rush of wind, as the beam sucked The Lot back into the cylindrical ball and then the ball flashed upward at a blinding speed, disappearing into the stars.
Ernie stood there a moment looking at the area where The Lot used to sit. It was now nothing but a brown jagged square of Earth surrounded by a white snowy ground. He walked over and investigated the scene for a moment, thought about Gavin, and the lives lost. He was tired and ready to go. He got into his car, took one more last look, and then headed home. He wasn’t sure what he had seen in the sky, but he was sure he would never forget what happened at The Lot.
A year passed.
Another Christmas season arrived.
Another town and another person was chosen like so many times before.
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