Santa’s Little Killers: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

We’re On The List!

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Joyous smacks Nippy.

“Wake up! Wake up!…no no no…come on…hello? Are you in there…yes! You ate too much peppermint…lightweight…”

Nippy’s eyes spring open, and then he covers his mouth.

“Oh, my, what happened to you?”

Joyous looks down at the gooey red stuff smothering his yeti fur coat—he wipes a hand across his forehead as a dark streak coagulates above the brow.

“What? This? Don’t worry. Calm down. Okay. Listen. Ummm. Right. Santa is dead. I killed him. Well…sort of. Okay, okay, I helped. Only a little. Well…a lot. I helped a lot. But I didn’t do the killin’. Well…” Joyous says.

A nearby wooden door bursts open.

“No, I did the killing, you just stood there like a useless snowman.”

Joyous sighs.

“Well, shit…I thought we were friends, Winter? You don’t need to be harsh.”santaportrait

Santa stumbles out of the office while a hand covers an erupting volcanic wound within his chest. A grimace holds back a groan imprisoned inside a white curly beard.

“Why are you doing this? There’s still time. We can talk. I’m sorry. Please. I take that back. You little mutants are going to burn. Do you hear me? Burn.”

Winter grips an icicle.

“What’s the matter? Not in the holiday spirit?”

She whips her foot against his velvet  stomach, then Santa wobbles backwards into the office. Winter rests a finger upon her lips.

“Shhh…I’ll be right back, fellas.”

Winter slams the office door. Whelps and cries seep through the wood’s grain. Joyous and Nippy cover their mouth as the cacophony inside the office plays the tune of death. Pleas and apologies—the musical notes of a person’s demise as they deny an unstoppable fate.

The office door opens.

“Alright. Come in. He’s not moving. Much.”  Winter says.

Nippy whispers in Joyous’ pointy ear.

“Now I know why you like her!”

They glance down a hallway lit by stings of colored bulbs, and then lock themselves in the office.

Winter sips from a mug as she her eyeballs scan a list.

“Jesus H. Christ…how? No. Alright. Well…at least he’s not moving.” Joyous says. Winter sips from the mug.

“I think he can still hear you.”

Nippy huddles next to Joyous.

“What? Are you serious?”

Shea places the mug on Santa’s desk.

“It’s not a big deal—this is a big deal.” Winter says while giving the list to Joyous.

“What? I don’t see anything.”

Winter nudges Santa with her foot.

“Go ahead and check it twice…find out who’s naughty or nice…”

Joyous covers his mouth.

“Shit! I’m on the list! Wait. Ummm. We’re all on the damn list. This can’t be good. What day is it?”

Winter laughs.

“Tomorrow is the big day! You know…when all the kids wake up and cherish our labor! Well…or at least a few hours, because, you know, a toy becomes boring after a few hours. Everyone knows that.”

Nippy snatches the list.

“I say we feed Santa to that fucking blind polar bear, yeah, that’s right, you know he’s out there, and then, and then…and then…we burn the list! Yeah! We burn the list and then get the hell out of here. What do you say? Come on. I’ll grab his ankles, you grab his wrists…”

Winter shakes her head.

“You know there’s another list, right?”

Joyous tosses his arms in the arm.

“Well…fuck me sideways! No, fuck us all! Listen: we got blood on our hands, got it? Not just anyone’s blood—Santa’s blood. They will find out.”

Someone knocks on the office door, and then the knob turns.

“Hello? Is everything okay?”

Winter places a finger upon her blue perched lips.

“Shhh…”

A tall elf steps into Santa’s office.

“Hello? Is anyone here? I thought I heard something, and it would have been wrong not to check, so…Santa? Is that you? Did someone…no…this can’t be happening…I can save you! Don’t worry! I’m skilled at treating sled wounds! You’ll be back on your feet before you know it!”

Winter kneels beside a desk, and then peeks around the ceramic mug. Joyous and Nippy crouch near a filing cabinet as the tall elf unwraps the scarf around his neck.

“Tell me where you’re hurt, go on, we have more than enough scarves to patch you up.”

Winter smothers her hand around the elf’s mouth, then jams the icicle somewhere inside him. Words can’t escape Winter’s grasp. He chokes on his own vowels and blood while his eyes widen like a mouth ready to scream. No noise. Silent and cold.

“I suppose a new management position will be open soon.” Nippy says.

Joyous crosses his arms.

“You can say that again! We couldn’t trust Flake—he would have ratted us out, then we would have been as good as Sasquatch shit.”

Winter grinds her teeth.

“I’m not taking any chances. We’re going to Santa’s cabin and will steal the real list. We’ll hide out in Festive Village, at least until the investigation blows over.”

Nippy shakes his head.

“Sounds like a plan!”

Joyous points toward a nearby window.

“Do you still have sparkles in your brain? Come on, man, did you just hear what Winter suggested? She said that we should BUST into Santa’s cabin and STEAL the list…you know…ummm…the same cabin where Mrs. Claus lives! Did you also conveniently forget that the cabin rests on top Cold Cliff? Did you also forget that the only accessible trail is patrolled by abominable snowmen? You heard what happened to Fern! They turned him into a snowman…cruel bastards. Gives me the shivers.”

Nippy scratches his head.

“…Yeah…perhaps you’re right…abominable snowmen freak me out…”

Winter opens Santa’s desk drawer.

“Abominable snowmen are the least of your worries. What do you think is going to happen when Jack Frost hears about our little stunt? The evidence is all over the place. Look. You don’t even have gloves on. Your fingerprints will be lifted and guess who’s going to have to answer a few questions.”

A frosty wind rattles the window.

“Well…what about you! We weren’t the one’s who stuck that jolly pig.” Nippy says.

Winter places the red icicle on the edge of Santa’s desk, and then extends her hands toward Nippy—yeti skin gloves are wrapped around her fingers.

“The icicle is cold.”

“Are you serious? You’re just gonna fade away like a bad glass of eggnog, aren’t you? Expect everyone to just sip the situation until it’s all gone. Ha.” Nippy says.

Winter laughs.

“Don’t be silly! I have too much of a motive not to be questioned. Gloves won’t save me. Unfortunately.”

Santa’s office door opens.

“Is someone in there? I heard a commotion…”

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9 Comments on Santa’s Little Killers: Chapter 2

  1. ha ha ha–it’s a blitzen bloodbath!

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  2. Hmm. I wonder if Santa was on his own list? He must’ve been on the naughty side. 😀 I want a pair of Yeti gloves — I bet they’re very warm, indeed. I give you a standing Santapplause for a very fine gruesome Christmas story and look forward to MORE!

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  3. Santa never had a chance… All the short elves must have a bad case of Napoleon complex.

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