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.
*About to get gruesome and there is going to be some language.
I don’t write love stories. Just a warning.*
Delilah brought the car to a stop, tires crunching gravel as she did. Inside the small house, Gavin woke up with a stiff neck, covered in a cold sweat. He had been consumed by another nightmare, one of many that had prevented a healthy night’s sleep. When was the last time he had slept peacefully? He didn’t know.
He pushed himself to his feet and made his way to the door. He was thinner now, losing hair, and slowly dying from starvation and dehydration, but he didn’t care. He would finish the task at hand and hopefully die soon after it was done. He peered through the peep hole, eye-balling the two older ladies who were now looking at the trees. They were out of towners. He was sure of it. That was good. The trees hadn’t been fed in a while. He needed to feed them soon before they decided his town was their personal smorgasbord. He picked up the axe and waited for the right moment.
“These are beautiful trees,” Delilah replied, looking at the green pine trees bathed in the soft overhead lights.
“They are, but maybe we should go. Find a place closer to home.”
“Why? These are beautiful trees”
“Something doesn’t feel right here,” Ginny replied.
“You’re a spooky old broad, you know that?”
“And you could never see your ass for the train. I’m telling you something is foul here. I don’t know what it is, but something is wrong.”
Delilah breathed in the air, the sweet smell of pine, the perfect smell of pine, the trees were covered in that delicious scent, and it brought back memories of her childhood at Christmastime. There was no way this place had anything wrong about it. In fact, to prove her point, she crept up to the fence and leaned over it, caressing the soft needles of one of the trees. This tree seemed to respond to her touch, to almost move with her hand as she stroked it.
“See, it’s okay,” Delilah replied.
Ginny refused to step closer, and it was a good thing she didn’t, because the branch Delilah was touching quickly wrapped around her wrist like a snake. And once it had its grip it yanked her over the fence and into the nest of its siblings. The trees converged and greedily devoured her while her sister looked on in shock, shaking her head, mouth hanging open, sucking in the cool night air. She thought of the gun they kept in the car (a just in case for a just in case – both sisters trained to handle the lethal object) and started to make her way towards the vehicle. That’s when Gavin made his move. He hurried out of the house, axe held high, screaming like a mad man, looking like a skeleton with skin hanging off his frame.
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