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The hitman sat hunkered down by a tree, well hidden by the overgrown brush next to the road. He watches the house in the distance through his binoculars. He had spent many hours this week in this same position.
Tim looks around at the small knick he had made on the tree across the road as he blows on his cold fingers. If his calculations were correct, that was the perfect measurement. He was running out of time. If all goes well, today would be his last day of observations.
He looks down at his watch before looking through the binoculars at the old abandoned house.
"Right on time." He whispers as he sees his prey coming out of the house and heading for his bike.
He turns his attention back to mark on the tree across the road. He focuses hard on the mark as he hears the bike roaring up the road. "He really needs to slow down. He could have a fatal accident." The hitman says to himself with a smile.
As the bike passes by, Tim nods and smiles. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Sheen."
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"How much longer?" Adam asks with the look of worry in his blue eyes as he follows his husband out to the shed.
"It'll all be over before you know it, Sweetheart." Tim smiles as he collects the things he needed and loaded them in a backpack.
"You're doing it today, aren't you." Adam says as he watches Tim fill the backpack.
Tim zips up the backpack and turns to look at his husband. The answer was in his eyes.
"Tim." The blonde says in a weak voice. His voice cracking with emotions.
"Baby, please don't worry. I know what I'm doing." Tim says softly as he pulls Adam into a hug.
"But what if something goes wrong?" Adam whispers.
"Have some faith in me, okay? I suffered through frostbite and frozen balls to make sure everything is perfect." Tim smiles as he brushes back the blonde's hair.
"Promise me something?" Adam asks as he looks into his husband's eyes.
"If I can." Tim replies.
"Retire from this after this job is done. For us." Adam says as tears fill his eyes. "Please."
The hitman sighs as he wipes a tear that ran down Adam's cheek.
"I'll do my best." Tim says softly. "As long as you or my other family members aren't being threatened."
Adam forces a smile as he nods.
"I have to go. Timing is crucial." Tim says as he slips the backpack over his shoulder.
"Please come back in one piece." Adam chuckles as he wipes his eyes.
"I promise." Tim smiles as he kisses his husband.
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Once again, Tim sat hunkered down by the tree watching the old house. After Sheen leaves the shack, he knew he had several hours to do what needed to be done before he came home.
Tim had no idea where Sheen went every day. Maybe to a bar. To a girlfriend's house, which the hitman doubted very seriously. Maybe to harass another innocent victim. Definitely wasn't to a job or a friend's house considering he had neither.
Tim slips on his gloves as the time drew nearer. He pulls the mask down over his face. Like clockwork, Sheen came out of the shack and gets on his bike. One last time, Tim looks at the marking on the tree as the motorcycle goes by. He listens as the sound of the motorcycle fades off into the distance.
"It's showtime." Tim says as he begins to pull a roll of wire from his backpack.
He walks across the road to where the other tree was standing. Securing one end of the wire around the tree, right where the marking was that he had made. The hitman walks back across the road, stretching the wire across the road and tieing the other end to the tree that he had spent his time by. There was also a mark on that tree.
The trick was making sure the wire was tight. That took a little longer than he expected.
From there, he moves on to the house.
"D*mn, it stinks in here." Tim says as he walks in. He sits the backpack down and looks around. Black mold covered the ceiling. The ceiling, itself, sagged from water damage. The house was practically empty. Just an old beat up couch that apparently Sheen used for a bed. Trash was everywhere.
The hitman clears a fairly large spot on the floor.
"Lord, forgive me for what I'm about to do." Tim prays softly as he reaches for his backpack.
Pulling out a can of black spray paint, he begins to draw a pentagram on the floor. When he was satisfied with his artwork, he reaches into the bag and gets a box of used candles that he had found in the shed at the lodge. He places the candles around the pentagram.
He begins to spray paint demonic symbols on the walls.
"Sh*t, this is creepy." Tim says, once he was finished and had stepped back to take a look.
He finds an old garbage bag and collects the clothes that he assumes belongs to Sheen. He looks for any other signs that Sheen had been living there. Anything he found, he would stick in the bag. One thing that he found interesting was a calendar. Charlie had written names down on dates. Rob Lundquist's name was included. Apparently, Rob wasn't his only victim. Tim grabs the calendar and crams it into the bag. Not only was he helping Rob but probably the other people too.
Time was running out, he had to get back to the tree and wait for Sheen's return.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He whispers as he leaves the now demonic looking house behind, carrying his backpack and the trash bag.
Tim takes his place by the tree and tries to make himself comfortable as he waits. He's been coming here every day for a week. Sitting for hours, freezing his ass off and not once has he seen any other vehicle on this old dilapidated road.
The brunette was exhausted and just wanted this to be over with so he could go home. He closes his eyes and begins to nod off, but a sound wakes him. The sound of a motorcycle coming up the road.
"This is it." Tim whispers as he peeks around the tree, watching for the bike's headlight. He was well hidden in the darkness wearing all black.
Tim takes a deep breath to calm his anxiety as the bike gets closer.
The hitman peeks once again around the tree just as Sheen makes the impact. He was going at such a fast speed that the wire severs his head clean from his body. The bike slides on it's side off into the ditch. His head rolls in one direction as the body falls a few feet away.
"D*mn, boy. I told you that you needed to slow your ass down." Tim says as he observes the scene before him.
He turns back to his backpack and pulls out a small sign that he had made from an old piece of plank that he had found in his shed.
The sign read, 'KEEP OUT!!' in red spray paint. The paint had run down from each letter making it look like blood.
Tim gets a hammer and nail from his backpack and walks down the road a bit in the opposite direction of the house. He nails the sign to a tree.
He walks back to get the backpack and the trash bag.
"I guess you should have read the sign." Tim says with a shrug before walking away.
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