I know it's a bit late to be posting a Christmas story but I felt like it. Please give this story a chance. :)
Ever hopeful, (lol)
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PROLOGUE
On the cold winter’s night, the night before the eve of Christmas, a man kept to the shadows, walking swiftly, as he seemed to blend right into the darkness. He walked and walked, waiting for any indication that could tell him whether he was nearing his destination.
Fortunately for him, he soon saw a sign in front of him that read: Santa’s Cottage.
He smiled evilly and strolled casually to the front door. He rapped, once, twice, thrice. The door slowly creaked open and he saw no one. He frowned and realised something. Santa had elves, didn’t he? So, he looked downwards and saw a little elf dressed in green. “State the reason of your visit, sir. It should be a good reason because as everyone very well knows; it is Santa’s busy time of year.” The elf glowered at the man.
What cheek? The man returned the elf with a withering glare and declared coldly, “My reason is none of your business,” as his obsidian eyes flashed with anger. But the elf did not waver.
“Then, it’s simple. I will not let you in, rude man.” The elf stuck his nose in the air, in a snobby fashion and raised an eyebrow provocatively.
The man muttered an expletive under his breath, and whipped out a gun from his holster which had been hidden by his long black cloak, and he mercilessly and ruthlessly shot the poor, innocent elf right in the direction of the part underneath his heart.
Bullseye. And a fatal wound. All in a good day’s work.
The cruel man inconsiderately kicked the elf aside gingerly, as if the elf was a piece of unwanted, discarded rubbish. He smirked exultantly at the already dead elf and just sauntered past him.
The man stormed through the door like a Nazi soldier, until he came face to face with who else, but good old Santa Claus. It was time to put his plan into action. He plastered on a big, fake smile. “Why hello, Santa. Long-time no see.”
“Colin! It’s been a long time, brother.” Santa beamed.
“Don’t call me by my first name, brother,” the man enunciated the word ‘brother’ as if it contained a bad odour or something.
Santa was about to respond when the guy grabbed his handkerchief which was soaked with chloroform, stuffing it to Santa’s red, pudgy face. The last thing Santa remembered before blacking out was the disbelief of his brother’s betrayal…
COLIN’S POINT OF VIEW
I lifted my fat, twenty-stone brother. (He really should eat less). I cackled at the thought of my fit body and his fat one. Seventy years old, and still lookin’ good. I flexed my muscles. Of course to me, my brother wasn’t that heavy. I was really strong for my age.
I waited impatiently. Didn't he know that I didn't have any time to waste?That idiot comrade of mine had better be arriving with the SUV. Sure enough, he actually had brains in his thick skull for once, and he had brought my baby. Well, to be precise, it was my black SUV, with heavily tinted windows, so people couldn’t look in, but I could look out.
I dumped that horizontally-challenged lump, (who didn’t understand the word ‘diet’), into the boot. He would stay unconscious for at least a day and boy, did he deserve it.
“Starten sie das auto, dummkopf!” I barked at that German moron, Hans.
Translation: Start the car, idiot.
“Ja!” he replied quickly.
Translation: Yes
I scowled at him and reached for my iPhone 4S. “Siri!! What’s the time?” I yelled at that silly robotic woman.
“The time is now, one minute pass nine, answered Siri in her mechanical voice.
“Damnation! We’re going to be late. Press on the accelerator. Or you’re in for a rough time, Hans.” I frowned at that fool, who was looking up at me with an amiable grin on his young face. I just despised friendliness. “AT ONCE!!”
As soon as I uttered those words, his grin shrunk by a few molars and he obeyed my words. Good. That’s what I expect from my workers. Discipline.
I hope you guys enjoyed that. Sorry that it's so short. Please VOTE, COMMENT AND FAN!! The best comment will get the next chapter dedicated to them. Could anyone suggest who could act as Colin a.k.a 'The Man'?
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