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Won -- 7/26/05
The Garden Shed Trevor shook his head as he came to and found himself tied to the wooden chair. He struggled but the ropes were too tight. He looked around him; he was in the gardener's shed behind his house. On the shelf over the door was the stone garden gnome he had told Roberto to get out of the garden. It seemed to be mocking him as it stared at his predicament. The door opened, a man came in and put a small box on the crude wooden table. "Awake are we? Too bad, this would have been easier on both of us if you were still unconscious." He took a hypodermic syringe from the box and started toward his prisoner. "Who are you and why are you doing this?" Trevor asked. "Who ~~ you don't have to know. Why ~~ your enemies pay very well." He held up the syringe, "Soon you won't be able to move. Then I'll use the wheelbarrow to take you to the lake. I've the chains and weights I need in the rowboat. That lake is deep, I don't think anyone will ever find you." Trevor pushed with his legs causing the chair to fall over backwards and break beneath him. He kicked up and caught the man in the chest. The syringe hit the floor and shattered, the man staggered back against the door. The garden gnome fell from the shelf and hit the man on top of his head. Trevor watched for a moment as a pool of blood grew by the man's head, then he picked up the garden gnome and set it on its feet. "I guess you've earned the right to be in my garden." 285 words
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