Meet Nick
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"Dash, please scoot over just a little," Nick grunted, pushing the reindeer an inch over. I'm you know, just trying not to fall to my death, while doing my job here. He thinks looking down at the perfect layer on the ground, just asking for him to slip and land into. Nick let's out an uneasy breath as he maneuvers past Comet, sighing in relief has he finally arrives at the chimney. "Oh, Sweet Sugar Cookies, I made it." Hitching his bright red bag closer to his back, he begins the careful climb down. Luckily it's a relatively large chimney. Not that he's big around the stomach, like his father, but he prefers not to have to use magic at every stop to shimmy comfortably down the shoot. He lands on his feet, as he has house after house, country after country.
Nick goes to the tree to begin placing the perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree. In his head he recites: Disney Animator Doll for Darcy, Skateboard for Dustin--, but suddenly Nick hears something. "Hello?" Someone asks into the dark. The voice sounds awful lot like a girl, but no one can truly be certain. Should I answer? No, definitely not. Nick decides dropping to the ground, and slowly creeping behind the tree to hide from the person approaching. "Is someone there?" The person asks again, and Nick can make out the shadow of a gun. Holly Jolly it's got a gun! I'm going to die, and not from falling off a roof like I thought. He hears a soft click, and the three small lamps flicker to life. Nick no longer heard the pitter patter of footsteps, and was contemplating making a run for it, but just then the voice came back. "I k-know you're behind there. J-just come out with your hands on your head, and I promise not to shoot," the voice stuttered, but it was strong with authority.
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He watches you when you are sleeping.... Prolouge: A whip cracked over the heads of the last five rows of elves as Santa took up the end of the droopy prosession, with a mad look in his eyes. "What's this?" his thunderous voice boomed across the open tundra. None of the elves even turned around to look. It happened almost every day. "Get up on your feet you misrable rat!" Santa cracked the whip again this time hitting the poor elves feet. The elf moaned and made a half hearted attempt at getting up, but he fell back down. "Get up!" Santa barked. The elf tried once more but it was a more feeble attempt then the last. Santa got down on one knee and leaned really close to the elf's face. He propped the elf up on his knee so the elf was sitting in his lap. Santa pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. With some magic, Santa's ID turned into a picture of a female and to kids. "See them, your family, that's who you are letting down, how could you? How could you be so cruel to some innocent kids. Get up if you want to live. Get up if you want to live in the spirit of Chistmas. Get up if you want to live with me." Santa looked at the elf squarely in the eyes. Very faintly over the whipping winds of the North pole, the elf spoke. "No, I will not get up, I will never get up. The spirit of Christmas, there is no spirit anymore. At least not around here. And I will never get up up, to be with you, you are a ruined being, you are the root of evil, a heartless being, murderous and rampent to get you agenda finished, you are the thing that is wrong with this world, you are the greed, the envy, the jelousy, now standing against what you once stood for. You are the madman I will never get up for." Santa turned around and walked away fading into the snow storm. "He desevered to die anyway." Santa grumbled. With this he caught up to the line of elves and began cracking his whip once more. Santa smiled this was going to be the year of giving and receiving.
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