✔ |The other side of christmas | ✔

Chapter five - So be good for goodness sake

Me and the elves who had been recruited to get rid of the kids, were bunched in the back of Santa's sleigh. The sleigh looked like something a steampunk fanatic would enjoy, but the longer you looked at it, the less aesthetic and more creepy looking it became.

It was rundown and it was surprising how no one woke up at night by the whirring noises it made. Christmas magic I guess?

The first house I was assigned was Beatrice Karlsson, 13 years old from Sweden.

Beatrice had bullied a girl on the internet so bad, that the girl killed herself.

I told myself that it was just revenge for the girl, when I opened the window to her room. It was nicely decorated with a modern aesthetic, and with a closet full of clothes. She was sleeping soundly in her bed, that had way too many throw pillows to the point it looked like she was drowning in them.

Beatrice had long wavy bleach blonde hair, and brows that looked like they just got done for christmas.

I had been given a dagger dipped in poison that had to do the job. Even though it seemed morally wrong, it had to be done for Christmas and the families.

I just had to do it quickly, like ripping a bandaid off.

I had to take deep breaths and suck it up, as I walked closer to the bed. I stabbed

her right in her chest, blood going everywhere on me.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped loudly for air, as it looked like I had also punctured her lung. A voice echoed out through the house "Älskling, är du okej?" I don't have to understand Swedish to tell that it was a worried mother calling her child. This house has thin walls... Loud footsteps stomping on the stairs in the house. I had to jump out the window if I didn't plan to get caught. Poor parents, they are going to find their beloved child bleeding out in her silk sheets. But she had it coming. It's just karma...

Dennis Sørensen, an 8 year old boy from Denmark, who starved the neighbor's cat while they were on vacation.

His room wasn't decorated for christmas, not even a stocking.The only remotely christmas related was a christmas hat on the floor. I had to be careful as Dennis shared a room with his younger sister Charlotte.

This time I did it without hesitation, and as quickly as possible to inflict less pain on the boy, my hand was on Dennis' mouth, as I forgot to hold the mouth of Beatrice Græs. Dennis didn't scream, but his sister did toss herself around in bed. She opened one eye "Dennis? Glæder du dig også til jul?.. Dennis?... Du er ikke Dennis" her small almost quivering voice said, and I shushed her before I exited slowly through the window.

Standing outside, the scream "MOAR-!" was unmistakably from the young girl.

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Madeleine Auclair ✓

London Williams ✓

Jackson Brown ✓

Sally Norman ✓

Sebastian Smith ✓

Simon Swanson ✓

Summer Greggly ✓

Suzy Miracle

The only name left on the list... Suzy Miracle.

Arriving in the place I used to call home as a child seemed so... Unreal, especially thinking about the actions I had to do. Climbing down the chimney to our house it looked so nicely decorated, smelled of cookies, a tree and stockings ready for presents.

The only thing ruining this coziness being the deafening silence and my heartbeat in my ears. It was like second nature, walking up to my sister's room. This time it was different. This time I wasn't just bored and going to annoy her, or needed to talk... This time I had to kill her - murder, if you will.

Her light brown eyes were closed and her breathing was steady, sleeping calmly.

I slowly pulled the covers off her and saw she was wearing our childhood matching pajamas. They were light purple with small bears on them, but it only made more memories flash in my eyes.

I kneeled down next to her bed, taking in one of the last moments I got to see my sleeping sister. I caressed her cheek lightly.

Suzy's eyes fluttered open slowly, as she begins sitting up "Jenny? What are you doing here?" she asked. Her face looked confused but happy, my heart breaking knowing what I had to do. "I needed to see you one last time" my voice broke at the end, bringing tears to my eyes. "Aww Jenny, don't cry. I'm here now" Suzy pulled me into a hug "Not for long" I whispered under my breath.

"What?" Was her last words before I stabbed my dagger through her back. She tried to scream, but it seemed to be cut off. Suzy fell dead in my arms. I laid her carefully back in bed, tucking her in. Using two fingers to close her eyes, it almost just looked like she was sleeping.

Everything in me told me I should cry, be sad, and morn. But the tears never came.

At last, I just left.

This is my job now.

I, Jenny Miracle, work for Santa Claus.

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Swedish: "Älskling, är du okej?" - "Love, are you okay?"

Danish: "Dennis? Glæder du dig også til jul?.. Dennis?... Du er ikke Dennis" - "Dennis? Are you also excited for Christmas?.. Dennis?... You are not Dennis"

Danish: "MOAR-!" - "MOM-!"