Ok everyone, here it is, the next Timmy installment.  This is for the two people that actually enjoyed the first two stories.  So, as long as there is one person who continues to show interest, I will keep submitting them.

Timmy, Billy-the-Bully and Billy’s father were lying in the woods just across the street from Mr. Sweetbottoms’ house.  The interior was dark and no movement could be seen on the outer perimeter as well, but something did not feel right, so the three icons of death held their position.  The plan was simple, they were going to conduct a quick entry raid in to Mr. Sweetbottoms’ house, eliminate any opposition and take care of Mr. Sweetbottoms.  The trio had reconned Mr. Sweetbottoms’ property two days prior to the operation, and now they were about to make their move.  “Alright, let’s get on with it,” whispered Billy’s father.

The three of them silently moved out into the street and made their way towards a line of small spruce trees lining Mr. Sweetbottoms’ front yard.  It was completely dark, so they were all wearing night vision goggles.  The night before, Timmy had disabled the street lights, and there was no moon, so the conditions for the raid were perfect.  Timmy was armed with a silencer equipped MP5.  Billy and Billy’s father each had silencer equipped Uzi’s.  All of them had flash bangs and smoke grenades.  As an extra precaution, Timmy had his trusty .38.

As the three of them moved out from the tree line, Billy accidentally hit a trip wire and a flare suddenly lit up the front yard.  Automatic weapons fire erupted from the roof, a front window of the house and a trench which had been dug in along the front of the house.  Timmy screamed as a bullet pierced his right leg.  He fell to the ground and lobbed a smoke grenade in front of him.  He attempted to crawl back to the spruce trees, but another round went through his left shoulder.  Timmy stopped moving and played dead.

Billy-the-Bully saw Timmy fall to the ground and he ran towards Timmy, but he was forced back across the street.  Billy’s father let out a war cry and charged the trench, firing his Uzi with one hand and lobbing flash bangs into the trench.  When Billy’s father charged the trench, he drew all the gunfire and that gave Billy the chance to run back across the street and get to Timmy.  Just as Billy was about to reach Timmy, an explosion threw him into the air and he landed back out in the street.  The last thing Billy saw before everything went black was two bloody stumps that used to be his legs.

Meanwhile Billy’s father had just emptied his magazine into one of Mr. Sweetbottoms’ sons before he took a shotgun blast to the face.  The headless corpse of Billy’s father collapsed into a puddle of skull fragments and brain matter.

Suddenly all was quiet, and Timmy could hear Mr. Sweetbottoms’ maniacal laughter coming from the trench.  He could hear Mr. Sweetbottoms muttering to himself, and finally saw him walking towards Billy.  Timmy slowly reached for his .38 and held it in his right hand.  As Mr. Sweetbottoms turned away from Billy and approached Timmy, he could see Mr. Sweetbottoms was dressed only in a filthy pair of pink boxer shorts and he was wearing slippers.  He was wearing an old WWII steel pot helmet, and he was carrying an old double barreled shotgun.  Mr. Sweetbottoms put the shotgun to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger, but the weapon was empty.  Mr. Sweetbottoms had forgotten to reload his weapon after killing Billy’s father.  As Mr. Sweetbottoms was reloading the shotgun, Timmy rolled onto his stomach and gently placed two rounds from his .38 into Mr. Sweetbottoms’ forehead.  Mr. Sweetbottoms staggered back and fell over.  Timmy quickly crawled over and put two more rounds into Mr. Sweetbottoms’ head, and then he crawled over to Billy.  He checked for any signs of life, and noticed Billy had a very weak pulse.  Timmy tried to stand and found he could put weight on his right leg.  He grabbed Billy by the collar of his shirt with his right hand and dragged him back across the street and into the woods.

Silently watching from her bedroom, red hot rage built up in Suzy Sweetbottoms as she watched Timmy slip away into the night, yet she felt a strange tingling sensation in her loins from all the carnage in her front yard.  Though she was only 12, Suzy knew she would have her revenge on Timmy.

More stories will are on the way.