Finished

"This bitch is mine.", sneered the big burly man. He ran his fingers through his thick dirty blonde hair as he took off his cap then replaced it backwards. "Time to get serious." The man looked down at the tattered, tan lump that lay at his feet. Unwanted. He kicked the lump with his leather work boot. It didn't move. "I'll take care of you, first."

With his tree trunk legs, he stomped around the dusty floor as he looked for the perfect place to stash the tattered, tan lump. A corner in the back of the cabin hid the rest of the unwanted along with some barbed wire and broken timbers all covered in gray dust. "This is the spot."

The burly man lumbered back to the tan lump, the sweat already began to bead on his forehead. "Arrgh. Well aren't you heavy for how small you are. Doesn't matter, you're coming with me. Let's gooo!" He looked backward over his shoulder as he tugged and pulled the tan lump all the way to the corner. He considered lifting it and throwing it up, on top of the rest of the unwanted but thought that he better not. He needed to save his energy for the rest of the tasks yet to be done.

He looked down at the growing pile of left overs. He grimaced. Then he averted his eyes away from the ugly spot. "I'll deal with you later." The tool belt around his waist jangled as he walked toward the next target.

Today, all the tools that he would ever need were close at hand. No wasted time. He didn't want to go back and get anything from his rusty red truck. That's how mistakes were made and time was lost.

The next victim of his destructive impulse was strong, spread across the floor as if the say, 'let me stay.' "No such luck, you're next." The victim tried to shrink away from the burly man but couldn't move, being wedged against the wall. He adjusted the tight gloves over his hands and reached for the 'claw' tool that hung from the right side of his belt. "Let's do this."

Leaning back with all his might, the burly man swung the 'claw' down. The impact reverberated through his arm but he didn't stop. He impaled it again and again. "Oh...you...will...not...win...arghh...aahw...take some!"

Even though the victim was big and strong, it finally gave way with a moan, completely shattered and broken. Sweat dripped from the burly man's chest. He squinted his eyes, purveyed the shreds that lay on the floor. "Hmmm, you were hiding something. That piece of you, I will keep." Carefully, he picked up the choice piece and carried it to his collection; the pieces that he would keep, for later.

"I need a break.", he said as he glanced around at what would come next. The one window on the far side of the cabin gave him a view of the meadow that lay beyond. It also gave him some fresh air as it was broken. The breeze that gently came through the window was a stark contrast to the musty, sweaty aroma that filled the cabin. He smiled as he thought of the privacy he had, nobody around for miles, just green meadows dotted with wild flowers of every color. Off in the distance stood a patch of Evergreen's: Douglas Fir, Cedars and Nobles, no Pine. His ears picked up the sound of the brook that babbles behind the cabin. The serenity almost overwhelmed him. "Perfect."

The burly man brushed the specks of leftover debri from his shirt and canvas jeans as he made his way to the next target. "You're a beauty. I'll be more careful with you. Nail puller and hammer, that should work nicely."

A high pitched screech filled the cabin each time he used the nail puller and hammer. "Come on, now. Just a little more. You can take it. Let it go. Just one more, right here. And done."

The timber collapsed on the floor; still intact, but loose from the wall. The burly man stood over the timber with pride. What a nice save. "This old barn is going to make a great cabin in the woods."