Amis Adieu - A Christmas Mystery

The Christmas Spirit

It was a fitting end for me. A Christmas tale of friendship and betrayal. A sob story for the holidays. A perfect tragedy. A perfect end.

But then I didn't die.

I felt the air flowing through me. Life coming back into my body all at once.

I slowly opened my eyes, upon awakening, i saw a sight i would never forget,

Alliées lips were pressed against mine.

"Wait what?" I opened my eyes fully, Alliée was laying on my chest giving me a big ole smooch right on the lips.

"Oh BELL no.'' I thought. I pushed her off of me. I looked around and got a sense of where I was. Me, Alliée and Santa were standing on a dock closer to town, stretching out over the ocean shore. It was sunny. I guess the rain had stopped. I stood up, turned to Alliée and yelled in her face.

"What the bell was that? Why were you kissing me just now?"

Alliée smacked my forehead. "I was giving you CPR stupid!" She pointed to the sea. The dam loomed over the ocean like it always had. The water was calm.

"I saw you floatin pathetically down stream while I was catching our reindeer," said Alliée. She put her hands on her hips. "So I saved you. You were out cold."

"How long was I unconscious for?" I asked.

"Few hours." she rubbed her tummy. "Its lunch time now."

Then I remembered mal. "Where is he?" I demanded. Alliée pointed to Santa. He was holding Mal in his arms as if Mal were a baby. Mal was completely knocked out. Or asleep... or... 

"oh no.." I said. "He's not dead is he?"

"Heavens no." Mr Claus assured me. "He's just sleeping." Santa told me what happened at the dam. After I was pushed off, Mal went ballistic. Santa said he grabbed a metal pole and git his own head with it until he passed out for good.

I looked at mals face closer. There was a huge bruise right in the middle of his forehead. Big and purple.

"Poor mal." I said. "Whatever took advantage of him really messed him up."

"Well," Santa said. "That's what I need to explain to you, I should've told you when I first saw the signs, but I ignored them. Now look at what happened."

"Are you saying you know what's happening to him?"

I heard my stomach growl. I guess I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten anything in three days.

"Geez" said santa. "guess we should get some grub

"Agreed," said Alliée. "Let's get something to eat, and give mal a chance to wake up."

. . .

Alliée dragged us all into a small family owned restaurant famous for their polar express style pancakes. We were quite an odd site to see in a casual pancake place like this. There was me, soaking wet, eating lunch with The Santa (who was at this point a fugitive running from the law.) A girl in a ripped maid outfit. And Mal, who wasn't waking up any time soon.

Mal was passed out at the table. We tried to set Mal's body up normally so it looked like he wasn't dead but, his head smacked right down into the butter tray. We left him like that. We attracted a lot of strange cleanses from the other customers.

There was a television set up right above our table in the corner. It was showing the news. "Santa is still missing." the news reporter said. "Repairs on the workshop being made as we speak."