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Miracle On Route 34: Part 2
Miracle On Route 34: Part 2
Virginia and Santa face extreme danger together.
Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Someone attacked Santa with a wicked-looking spiked
hand-axe, something out of a sci-fi movie. He batted the weapon aside and
clapped his open hands across the man's ears, busting his brain. Before he
dropped, Santa grabbed the corpse and swung it around in a wide arc, smashing
it into the foes surrounding him and knocking them back.
"Shit!" Ginny squealed as one of the targets
landed near her. "It's like the fucking Matrix in here!"
As he threw the corpse away, he paused very briefly and
glanced at her. "Since you happen to be right there, how about a little
mood music?"
"What?"
"I'm just saying some music would be nice if we're
going to be doing this," he called. "You're next to the entertainment
system, how about putting something on?"
"You’re shitting me, right?" she almost
complained, wincing as she heard something delicate-sounding and expensive
smash behind her amidst the wild brawl. She stared at the multimedia system,
flapping her arms in frustration as she tried to focus through the noise. This
couldn't be happening. She clutched the sleeves of her plush robe for a moment,
trying to concentrate on its soft, fuzzy texture and center herself. She'd
almost forgotten the large nerf gun in her hands but ignored it now, fixing her
gaze on the mp3 playlist. She pressed a button.
"Silent night; Holy night;" Bing
crooned through the room.
"Not really what I had in mind!" Santa mentioned
loudly as he rammed his knee into a man's chin. "Try again!"
Ginny bit her lip and pressed the button again, this time
rewarded with Gary Glitter singing 'Another Rock And Roll Christmas'.
"Still not quite there," he said as he snapmared
another foe. "Better, but not quite!"
"Well I don't know!" she shouted in exasperation.
"What kind of music do you put on while Santa kills things in your living
room?"
Santa turned sideways and thrust his foot out, kicking an
intruder in the chest and sending him sprawling backwards, rolling head over
heels until he thumped into the entertainment system, jolting it and skipping
the player.
"I am a bitch. How do you want me?
From behind, or on my knees?
I am a slut, please hold me down,
I'll be your noise,
This shit will fuck you up!"
"Perfect!" he declared as he fought, swarmed once
again by foes.
"Seriously?" Ginny yelled. "Combichrist is
Santa's fucking fighting groove?"
"I'm trying to figure out why you have it on your
playlist," Santa replied. "I don't remember you liking
aggrotech!"
"Why the hell do you of all people even know what it is?"
she shot back, wincing as she watched another body sail into the opposite wall
with a sickening crunch before dropping to the floor and
leaving a huge, crumbling dent in the stone.
'This Shit Will Fuck You Up!'
"I prefer the term 'Hellektro' myself," he added.
"And I know all songs, silly. I remember when the Dayglo Abortions wrote
that 'Hey Santa!' song back in the '80's, they didn't get presents for”
"I didn't ask, why are you answering?" she hissed.
"Kill! Kill!"
All the while, the pounding rhythms of the music filled the
room.
"I am a bitch. How do you want me?
From behind, or on my knees?
I am a slut, please hold me down,
I'll be your noise,
This shit will fuck you up!"
"Well, at least we know why it's on your playlist,
anyway!" he mentioned as he broke someone's back over his knee.
"Very funny, red man!" Ginny hissed, scowling. She
ducked wildly as another assailant flew overhead and landed in the Jacuzzi, his
neck slamming against the hard edge with a snap noise and then
tilting at a strange angle, his eyes wide and unseeing.
"Fucking hell," she muttered. "These guys eat
too much red meat!"
Santa smashed two heads together before punting a third man
in the chest, sending him staggering back until he fell against the
entertainment unit, right next to Ginny, his eyes spiraling in his head. She
scowled down at him for a moment before smashing the pitcher of nog on his
cranium and sending him to the floor.
Every single intruder stopped and turned to look at her
suddenly, their eyes narrowing and turning very yellow.
"Eep;" Ginny said quietly, going pale.
They all howled and lunged toward her, even as Santa fought
to reach her first. She shrieked in fright.
"Darn it, Ginny!" he shouted in what almost
sounded like irritation. "I told you not to do anything!"
"You said not to use the stupid nerf gun!" she
shot back as she dodged wildly and began to run around, evading her pursuers.
"I meant don't do anything to get
yourself noticed!" he growled as he bulldogged one man's head into the
floor. He sprang to his feet and grabbed another man by the back of the head,
ramming his face into the stone wall, creating a small crater from which the
body slumped only slowly and wetly.
"How the hell did they not notice the mostly naked girl
in the room?" she yelled, sprinting around the circumference of the room,
being chased by yellow-eyed foes.
"They're mostly quantum, they don't always perceive
real-state things or beings until they're interacted with!" he answered.
"They weren't looking for you until you announced yourself!"
"Oh, you and your weird physics shit!" she
groused, her robe coming more and more undone as she ran. One of her tits was
exposed, bouncing annoyingly and the nipple hardening as a cold wind from the
endless holes in her walls and windows blew into the room. "Now
what?"
"Well, since they know you're here, you might as well use
the gun," he answered as he tackled a small knot of them who were looking
to cut off her avenue of escape. "At least then you can defend yourself if
you're careful!"
"The fuck am I supposed to do?" she shouted
angrily as she clutched the ridiculous, useless gun. "Nerf them to death?
Hope I shoot one foam dart down a throat and hope the bastard chokes and dies?"
"Didn't you just let me inside all of your
orifices?" he pointed out as he spun low, sweeping one foe's feet from
under him and then taking him by the ankles to slam him off the floor.
"Trust me, Virginia!"
"Dammit!" she spat, steeling her nerve, hoping her
resolve was harder than her nipple currently was. Taking a deep breath, she
stopped running and spun, pointing the gun and pulling the plastic trigger;
She yelped in astonishment as coruscating arcs of lightning
crackled and lashed out from the muzzle, enveloping several foes, who wailed in
glowing agony before disappearing from view.
"Jesus H Fucking Tesla!" she exclaimed in
amazement as she gaped down at her toy.
"Virginia, language!" Santa warned.
She rolled her eyes and pointed at another man rushing her,
pulling the trigger and watching him explode in a shower of scintillating
particles.
"This shit will fuck you up!" blared
the speakers.
The wall splintered next to Ginny and several terrifying
creatures barged in, causing her to shriek in fright, they were easily Santa's
size, vaguely humanoid but covered in a greyish, segmented carapace, with
insectoid heads, evil-looking mandibles and huge claws at the end of four arms.
They hissed as the lunged for her.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" cried out as she began running.
"Fucking hate motherfucking bugs!"
She fired wildly behind herself without looking, managing to
strike one of the new creatures but only slowing it down. Ginny raced for the
stairs, stampeding up them only to find more of the yellow-eyed humanoids
waiting for her.
"Santa!" she cried out in terror.
"Help!"
He glanced her way and grimaced at her predicament.
"Aw, hell;"
With a strength born of the desperation to protect one of
his precious children, he surged forward, shoulder-blocking his way through a
knot of assailants, springing through the air with astonishing agility,
alternately using the wall and railing of the stairs to get to the upper floor,
twisting and executing a flying kick that downed a foe about to attack Ginny.
"Good thing I wore my enhanced parkour boots tonight,
eh?" he muttered as he glared at the foes crowding to get up the stairs or
down the hallway at them.
"I don't even know what that means." Ginny
snapped, backing up warily as the horde coming for them grew in numbers.
"If that's some sort of geek speak, then we, are you getting bigger?"
"I guess I am," he replied, grimly, glaring at
their foes. "I don't expect what I'm saying to make sense, but the other
iterations of me, my other selves, they're all coming here, merging with me to
help meet the threat."
"You're; consolidating?" she asked in disbelief.
"That's one way to look at it," he said, his blue
eyes flashing. "It's gonna make finishing the Christmas run tight if I get
held up here much longer."
"Oh, terribly sorry if I'm inconveniencing you, your
highness." Ginny said, trying to not sound too snide. He put his body
between her and her foes, backing her up against the wall.
"They can't come through the wall you're up against,
it's the South wall," he said quietly but with a sense of urgency.
"You're safe from that angle. You can fire your gun past me or over the
rail at the guys down below. Since they're trying to reach you that means
they've solidified enough that they can't do crazy things like jump seven
meters up to reach you, they'll have to use the stairs."
"I thought they were after you." Ginny said hotly.
"They were, until you announced yourself with a jug of
nog," he pointed out. "Now they want to destroy you to hurt me."
"Oh. Sorry." Ginny mumbled somewhat sheepishly.
"You can make it up to me later!" he said as he
surged forward suddenly, bulling his way through the approaching crowd,
clotheslining several at once. Shouts went up and the fight was on again. Santa
punched, kicked, elbowed, kneed and wrenched his way through the enemy horde.
Ginny swore he was indeed bigger than he had been earlier. His already hard
body physique was almost bulging with muscles now, like a California beach
bodybuilder. Black blood glistened on his flawless skin as he maimed the
attackers. Droplets that hit the carpet sizzled and ate through it, burning the
hardwood floor beneath.
"No!" Ginny wailed in despair. "Not the
hardwood! I loved that feature!"
She glared and gritted her teeth as she leaned over the
railing and pointed the nerf gun down at the endless crowd on the main floor,
pulling the trigger. The crackling arcs of energy enveloped several foes, who
wailed and vanished. Same as before, the giant insectoids rarely disappeared
but seemed slowed or staggered by the attack.
Santa fought his way forward, forcing the attackers back
from Ginny. Try as they might, no one got by him, even if it meant that they
could strike at him instead. He took their assaults resolutely, using his body
as a shield to protect her. Before long, the floor of the hallway was littered
with bodies, some barely stirring, others not moving at all. Still, the foes
swarmed up the stairs.
One of the bug-things swiped at him with its vicious claws
and he ducked under the blow before kicking his boot into one of the
reverse-jointed legs, snapping it. The bug screeched and tumbled and he leapt
onto its back, grabbing hold of one of the large, wet-grey chitinous plates
that armored its back and pulled, it tore away with a mushy crack and
the beast's keened agony as it shuddered and thrashed. Without pausing, Santa
whirled around and slammed the exoskeletal plate across several men's heads,
dropping them.
Ginny kept firing the nerf tesla gun, wondering what sort of
sociopath would invent a deadly weapon that looked like a famous kid's toy. She
pushed it from her mind, realizing that she wanted to live and didn't care at
the moment about the social mores of the issue. Santa was using the huge chitin
plate almost like a shield, driving his foes back with it to the stairs. It
finally cracked in half and he punched through the mess, unwilling to give the
enemy time to regroup.
He spun one man around with a fist across the jaw before
grabbing his arms from behind and ramming his knee into the man's back, lifting
him off the floor and letting him slam his spine onto the stairs. Without
waiting, Santa launched himself through the air, knee raised and smashed it
into the face of a man on the stair's corner landing. The foe's head went back
through the wall with a loud crunch and he hung there limply, no longer part of
the battle.
"Ack!" Ginny squawked as the nerf gun sputtered
and let out several impotent flashes and then died. "Not now! No no no!"
One foe had broken through the cordon and now raced toward
her. She yelled loudly and smashed the butt of her nerf gun into his face,
staggering him for a moment. She glared at him angrily, waiting for him to
fall, but her didn't, so she kicked him in the crotch with her instep. He
groaned and sunk to his knees, holding himself. Ginny was practically jumping
up and down on top of him by the time he stopped moving.
"Stay; the; fuck; down!" she shouted angrily as
she turned his ribcage into powder.
She failed to notice the one last foe who rushed up behind
her.
But then Santa was at her side and he delivered a
devastating haymaker to the man's thorax. Stunned, the intruder staggered back
against the railing. With a growl, Santa grabbed him by the face and ruthlessly
bent his back over the railing before leaping over and slamming his elbow
across the man's neck as he went down to the main floor. The lifeless form
crumpled next to him as he looked around, glaring.
No foes remained standing. Aside from the music, all was
quiet.
"It is safe?" Ginny called from the gallery.
"Are the scary guys and bug-thingies all gone?"
"No," Santa said warily. "And the next wave
is even bigger."
"Great!" Ginny complained, tossing the useless
nerf gun over the side. "And according to you, there's no one that can
help us!"
"I didn't say that," he countered, beckoning for
her to come down the stairs and be near him for protection. "I just said
there was no Easter Bunny."
"No Superman either, apparently," she grumbled as
she approached him, letting him put a huge arm around her possessively. He was,
indeed, bigger than ever. She was practically child-sized next to him now.
"So who the hell is there to help us?"
"If help's arriving it had better get here soon,"
he said, taking her to the remains of her big glass bay windows and back door.
The wind was howling as snow drove into the living room. What was left of it,
anyway. Which was nothing. "It's now or never. Can you see them?"
She peered into the darkness outside and a chill ran down
her spine, hundreds of red and yellow glowing eyes could be seen in the
darkness. And they seemed to be getting closer.
"Do; do they see me?" she asked, swallowing
nervously.
"I'm sure they do," he said, grimacing. "Not
going to take a chance and assume they don't. I'll do everything I can to
protect you, of course."
"Is; is that going to be enough?"
She could hear the angry hisses and an evil chanting outside
clearly now, getting closer with each moment. It pained Santa that he couldn't
lie to her.
"I don't know, Virginia."
She sighed and smiled weakly. "Well, at least I know
there's a Santa Claus now. And he gave me the night of my life before it all
ended."
He returned the smile, trying to feign a cheerfulness he
didn't feel.
"I don't;" Ginny faltered, trying to find the
words. "I don't suppose that you'd; well; that you'd be willing to kiss me
one last time? You know, before the end?"
He turned to look down at her, his hands holding her arms
with an unreal gentleness and a warmth in his eyes that comforted her even now.
"Nothing would make me happier, Virginia."
She smiled and closed her eyes. "Merry Christmas,
Santa."
"Merry Christmas, Virginia;" he said softly as he
leaned down to kiss her.
Then the night was filled with high-pitched shrieks, a noise
that made her eyes snap open. She'd heard noises like that before, once a long
time ago in grade school. It sounds like the hissing passage of meteors above,
and getting closer. Or what she imagined artillery sounded like when it was incoming,
like in all those war movies.
Santa's head turned and an almost evil grin crept over his
face as he listened. "That's more like it!" he declared, standing
tall and pointing at the blackness of the night. "Watch the sky, Virginia;"
She looked up and noticed glittering points of light, dozens
of them, seeming to get closer. The hissing shriek was indeed their approach
and they seemed to be aimed right at them. She felt Santa's hand squeeze on her
shoulder, almost in excitement. His blue eyes were blazing ferociously.
Finally, what looked like dozens of giant icicles, each
larger and longer than a semi, lanced out of the night sky and slammed into the
earth around her house, shaking it as they buried their tips in the frozen
ground and came to a stop. Several impaled the intruders as they came in, while
others kicked up a covering spray of snow as the enemy stopped and looked
around in confusion.
Then doors or portals opened on the sides of the titan
icicles and tall, lithe beings began leaping out of them, wearing weird,
form-fitting armor and carrying space-age guns and swords or axes. Their armor
and long hair was a riot of colors that was reflected by the snow and ice.
Wild, ululating war cries pierced the air.
And a savage, bloody battle began on her property.
"Who the hell are they?" Ginny almost yelled in
astonishment as she watched. They moved with inhuman grace and speed, the ones
not wearing helmets revealing long, beautiful facial features that were often
frightening because of the wrath they displayed. The helmets were all tall and
peaked, showing fearsome designs and glowing eyes. Weird runes pulsed and
throbbed with light all over their armor. Guns hissed and shrieked while swords
hummed as they slew.
"My elves," Santa said, clearly pleased and also
eager to fight but not willing to leave her side yet. "They got my call
and converged on my position."
"Those are elves?" she exclaimed in amazement.
"Aren't they cutesy little toy-shop people?"
"Cute myth, but no, not these ones," he replied,
watching as several elves wearing bone-white armor with feminine features raced
past, throwing themselves into a knot of the hulking bugs. They screamed and
the masks of their wild-maned helmets gave off vibrations that shook Ginny's
teeth in her head as it melted their foes' faces off. "No, a lot of my
elves are warriors, meant to help me fight Krampus. They keep Christmas safe
with me."
"What the hell are they wearing?" she asked in
disbelief. How could this weird night get any weirder?
Santa sighed. "Truth? They've been spending way too
much time playing Warhammer 40k and they; appropriated armor, weapons and
tactics from the Eldar faction. They're space elves."
"Wow. Gay;" she muttered, shaking her head.
"Well, they're certainly earning their keep tonight."
He nodded. "Been a long time since Krampus moved
against us this hard. Apparently he got bored and was feeling uppity. That or
he just forgot what a good thrashing felt like."
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Miracle On Route 34: Part 2
Virginia and Santa face extreme danger together.
Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Someone attacked Santa with a wicked-looking spiked
hand-axe, something out of a sci-fi movie. He batted the weapon aside and
clapped his open hands across the man's ears, busting his brain. Before he
dropped, Santa grabbed the corpse and swung it around in a wide arc, smashing
it into the foes surrounding him and knocking them back.
"Shit!" Ginny squealed as one of the targets
landed near her. "It's like the fucking Matrix in here!"
As he threw the corpse away, he paused very briefly and
glanced at her. "Since you happen to be right there, how about a little
mood music?"
"What?"
"I'm just saying some music would be nice if we're
going to be doing this," he called. "You're next to the entertainment
system, how about putting something on?"
"You’re shitting me, right?" she almost
complained, wincing as she heard something delicate-sounding and expensive
smash behind her amidst the wild brawl. She stared at the multimedia system,
flapping her arms in frustration as she tried to focus through the noise. This
couldn't be happening. She clutched the sleeves of her plush robe for a moment,
trying to concentrate on its soft, fuzzy texture and center herself. She'd
almost forgotten the large nerf gun in her hands but ignored it now, fixing her
gaze on the mp3 playlist. She pressed a button.
"Silent night; Holy night;" Bing
crooned through the room.
"Not really what I had in mind!" Santa mentioned
loudly as he rammed his knee into a man's chin. "Try again!"
Ginny bit her lip and pressed the button again, this time
rewarded with Gary Glitter singing 'Another Rock And Roll Christmas'.
"Still not quite there," he said as he snapmared
another foe. "Better, but not quite!"
"Well I don't know!" she shouted in exasperation.
"What kind of music do you put on while Santa kills things in your living
room?"
Santa turned sideways and thrust his foot out, kicking an
intruder in the chest and sending him sprawling backwards, rolling head over
heels until he thumped into the entertainment system, jolting it and skipping
the player.
"I am a bitch. How do you want me?
From behind, or on my knees?
I am a slut, please hold me down,
I'll be your noise,
This shit will fuck you up!"
"Perfect!" he declared as he fought, swarmed once
again by foes.
"Seriously?" Ginny yelled. "Combichrist is
Santa's fucking fighting groove?"
"I'm trying to figure out why you have it on your
playlist," Santa replied. "I don't remember you liking
aggrotech!"
"Why the hell do you of all people even know what it is?"
she shot back, wincing as she watched another body sail into the opposite wall
with a sickening crunch before dropping to the floor and
leaving a huge, crumbling dent in the stone.
'This Shit Will Fuck You Up!'
"I prefer the term 'Hellektro' myself," he added.
"And I know all songs, silly. I remember when the Dayglo Abortions wrote
that 'Hey Santa!' song back in the '80's, they didn't get presents for”
"I didn't ask, why are you answering?" she hissed.
"Kill! Kill!"
All the while, the pounding rhythms of the music filled the
room.
"I am a bitch. How do you want me?
From behind, or on my knees?
I am a slut, please hold me down,
I'll be your noise,
This shit will fuck you up!"
"Well, at least we know why it's on your playlist,
anyway!" he mentioned as he broke someone's back over his knee.
"Very funny, red man!" Ginny hissed, scowling. She
ducked wildly as another assailant flew overhead and landed in the Jacuzzi, his
neck slamming against the hard edge with a snap noise and then
tilting at a strange angle, his eyes wide and unseeing.
"Fucking hell," she muttered. "These guys eat
too much red meat!"
Santa smashed two heads together before punting a third man
in the chest, sending him staggering back until he fell against the
entertainment unit, right next to Ginny, his eyes spiraling in his head. She
scowled down at him for a moment before smashing the pitcher of nog on his
cranium and sending him to the floor.
Every single intruder stopped and turned to look at her
suddenly, their eyes narrowing and turning very yellow.
"Eep;" Ginny said quietly, going pale.
They all howled and lunged toward her, even as Santa fought
to reach her first. She shrieked in fright.
"Darn it, Ginny!" he shouted in what almost
sounded like irritation. "I told you not to do anything!"
"You said not to use the stupid nerf gun!" she
shot back as she dodged wildly and began to run around, evading her pursuers.
"I meant don't do anything to get
yourself noticed!" he growled as he bulldogged one man's head into the
floor. He sprang to his feet and grabbed another man by the back of the head,
ramming his face into the stone wall, creating a small crater from which the
body slumped only slowly and wetly.
"How the hell did they not notice the mostly naked girl
in the room?" she yelled, sprinting around the circumference of the room,
being chased by yellow-eyed foes.
"They're mostly quantum, they don't always perceive
real-state things or beings until they're interacted with!" he answered.
"They weren't looking for you until you announced yourself!"
"Oh, you and your weird physics shit!" she
groused, her robe coming more and more undone as she ran. One of her tits was
exposed, bouncing annoyingly and the nipple hardening as a cold wind from the
endless holes in her walls and windows blew into the room. "Now
what?"
"Well, since they know you're here, you might as well use
the gun," he answered as he tackled a small knot of them who were looking
to cut off her avenue of escape. "At least then you can defend yourself if
you're careful!"
"The fuck am I supposed to do?" she shouted
angrily as she clutched the ridiculous, useless gun. "Nerf them to death?
Hope I shoot one foam dart down a throat and hope the bastard chokes and dies?"
"Didn't you just let me inside all of your
orifices?" he pointed out as he spun low, sweeping one foe's feet from
under him and then taking him by the ankles to slam him off the floor.
"Trust me, Virginia!"
"Dammit!" she spat, steeling her nerve, hoping her
resolve was harder than her nipple currently was. Taking a deep breath, she
stopped running and spun, pointing the gun and pulling the plastic trigger;
She yelped in astonishment as coruscating arcs of lightning
crackled and lashed out from the muzzle, enveloping several foes, who wailed in
glowing agony before disappearing from view.
"Jesus H Fucking Tesla!" she exclaimed in
amazement as she gaped down at her toy.
"Virginia, language!" Santa warned.
She rolled her eyes and pointed at another man rushing her,
pulling the trigger and watching him explode in a shower of scintillating
particles.
"This shit will fuck you up!" blared
the speakers.
The wall splintered next to Ginny and several terrifying
creatures barged in, causing her to shriek in fright, they were easily Santa's
size, vaguely humanoid but covered in a greyish, segmented carapace, with
insectoid heads, evil-looking mandibles and huge claws at the end of four arms.
They hissed as the lunged for her.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" cried out as she began running.
"Fucking hate motherfucking bugs!"
She fired wildly behind herself without looking, managing to
strike one of the new creatures but only slowing it down. Ginny raced for the
stairs, stampeding up them only to find more of the yellow-eyed humanoids
waiting for her.
"Santa!" she cried out in terror.
"Help!"
He glanced her way and grimaced at her predicament.
"Aw, hell;"
With a strength born of the desperation to protect one of
his precious children, he surged forward, shoulder-blocking his way through a
knot of assailants, springing through the air with astonishing agility,
alternately using the wall and railing of the stairs to get to the upper floor,
twisting and executing a flying kick that downed a foe about to attack Ginny.
"Good thing I wore my enhanced parkour boots tonight,
eh?" he muttered as he glared at the foes crowding to get up the stairs or
down the hallway at them.
"I don't even know what that means." Ginny
snapped, backing up warily as the horde coming for them grew in numbers.
"If that's some sort of geek speak, then we, are you getting bigger?"
"I guess I am," he replied, grimly, glaring at
their foes. "I don't expect what I'm saying to make sense, but the other
iterations of me, my other selves, they're all coming here, merging with me to
help meet the threat."
"You're; consolidating?" she asked in disbelief.
"That's one way to look at it," he said, his blue
eyes flashing. "It's gonna make finishing the Christmas run tight if I get
held up here much longer."
"Oh, terribly sorry if I'm inconveniencing you, your
highness." Ginny said, trying to not sound too snide. He put his body
between her and her foes, backing her up against the wall.
"They can't come through the wall you're up against,
it's the South wall," he said quietly but with a sense of urgency.
"You're safe from that angle. You can fire your gun past me or over the
rail at the guys down below. Since they're trying to reach you that means
they've solidified enough that they can't do crazy things like jump seven
meters up to reach you, they'll have to use the stairs."
"I thought they were after you." Ginny said hotly.
"They were, until you announced yourself with a jug of
nog," he pointed out. "Now they want to destroy you to hurt me."
"Oh. Sorry." Ginny mumbled somewhat sheepishly.
"You can make it up to me later!" he said as he
surged forward suddenly, bulling his way through the approaching crowd,
clotheslining several at once. Shouts went up and the fight was on again. Santa
punched, kicked, elbowed, kneed and wrenched his way through the enemy horde.
Ginny swore he was indeed bigger than he had been earlier. His already hard
body physique was almost bulging with muscles now, like a California beach
bodybuilder. Black blood glistened on his flawless skin as he maimed the
attackers. Droplets that hit the carpet sizzled and ate through it, burning the
hardwood floor beneath.
"No!" Ginny wailed in despair. "Not the
hardwood! I loved that feature!"
She glared and gritted her teeth as she leaned over the
railing and pointed the nerf gun down at the endless crowd on the main floor,
pulling the trigger. The crackling arcs of energy enveloped several foes, who
wailed and vanished. Same as before, the giant insectoids rarely disappeared
but seemed slowed or staggered by the attack.
Santa fought his way forward, forcing the attackers back
from Ginny. Try as they might, no one got by him, even if it meant that they
could strike at him instead. He took their assaults resolutely, using his body
as a shield to protect her. Before long, the floor of the hallway was littered
with bodies, some barely stirring, others not moving at all. Still, the foes
swarmed up the stairs.
One of the bug-things swiped at him with its vicious claws
and he ducked under the blow before kicking his boot into one of the
reverse-jointed legs, snapping it. The bug screeched and tumbled and he leapt
onto its back, grabbing hold of one of the large, wet-grey chitinous plates
that armored its back and pulled, it tore away with a mushy crack and
the beast's keened agony as it shuddered and thrashed. Without pausing, Santa
whirled around and slammed the exoskeletal plate across several men's heads,
dropping them.
Ginny kept firing the nerf tesla gun, wondering what sort of
sociopath would invent a deadly weapon that looked like a famous kid's toy. She
pushed it from her mind, realizing that she wanted to live and didn't care at
the moment about the social mores of the issue. Santa was using the huge chitin
plate almost like a shield, driving his foes back with it to the stairs. It
finally cracked in half and he punched through the mess, unwilling to give the
enemy time to regroup.
He spun one man around with a fist across the jaw before
grabbing his arms from behind and ramming his knee into the man's back, lifting
him off the floor and letting him slam his spine onto the stairs. Without
waiting, Santa launched himself through the air, knee raised and smashed it
into the face of a man on the stair's corner landing. The foe's head went back
through the wall with a loud crunch and he hung there limply, no longer part of
the battle.
"Ack!" Ginny squawked as the nerf gun sputtered
and let out several impotent flashes and then died. "Not now! No no no!"
One foe had broken through the cordon and now raced toward
her. She yelled loudly and smashed the butt of her nerf gun into his face,
staggering him for a moment. She glared at him angrily, waiting for him to
fall, but her didn't, so she kicked him in the crotch with her instep. He
groaned and sunk to his knees, holding himself. Ginny was practically jumping
up and down on top of him by the time he stopped moving.
"Stay; the; fuck; down!" she shouted angrily as
she turned his ribcage into powder.
She failed to notice the one last foe who rushed up behind
her.
But then Santa was at her side and he delivered a
devastating haymaker to the man's thorax. Stunned, the intruder staggered back
against the railing. With a growl, Santa grabbed him by the face and ruthlessly
bent his back over the railing before leaping over and slamming his elbow
across the man's neck as he went down to the main floor. The lifeless form
crumpled next to him as he looked around, glaring.
No foes remained standing. Aside from the music, all was
quiet.
"It is safe?" Ginny called from the gallery.
"Are the scary guys and bug-thingies all gone?"
"No," Santa said warily. "And the next wave
is even bigger."
"Great!" Ginny complained, tossing the useless
nerf gun over the side. "And according to you, there's no one that can
help us!"
"I didn't say that," he countered, beckoning for
her to come down the stairs and be near him for protection. "I just said
there was no Easter Bunny."
"No Superman either, apparently," she grumbled as
she approached him, letting him put a huge arm around her possessively. He was,
indeed, bigger than ever. She was practically child-sized next to him now.
"So who the hell is there to help us?"
"If help's arriving it had better get here soon,"
he said, taking her to the remains of her big glass bay windows and back door.
The wind was howling as snow drove into the living room. What was left of it,
anyway. Which was nothing. "It's now or never. Can you see them?"
She peered into the darkness outside and a chill ran down
her spine, hundreds of red and yellow glowing eyes could be seen in the
darkness. And they seemed to be getting closer.
"Do; do they see me?" she asked, swallowing
nervously.
"I'm sure they do," he said, grimacing. "Not
going to take a chance and assume they don't. I'll do everything I can to
protect you, of course."
"Is; is that going to be enough?"
She could hear the angry hisses and an evil chanting outside
clearly now, getting closer with each moment. It pained Santa that he couldn't
lie to her.
"I don't know, Virginia."
She sighed and smiled weakly. "Well, at least I know
there's a Santa Claus now. And he gave me the night of my life before it all
ended."
He returned the smile, trying to feign a cheerfulness he
didn't feel.
"I don't;" Ginny faltered, trying to find the
words. "I don't suppose that you'd; well; that you'd be willing to kiss me
one last time? You know, before the end?"
He turned to look down at her, his hands holding her arms
with an unreal gentleness and a warmth in his eyes that comforted her even now.
"Nothing would make me happier, Virginia."
She smiled and closed her eyes. "Merry Christmas,
Santa."
"Merry Christmas, Virginia;" he said softly as he
leaned down to kiss her.
Then the night was filled with high-pitched shrieks, a noise
that made her eyes snap open. She'd heard noises like that before, once a long
time ago in grade school. It sounds like the hissing passage of meteors above,
and getting closer. Or what she imagined artillery sounded like when it was incoming,
like in all those war movies.
Santa's head turned and an almost evil grin crept over his
face as he listened. "That's more like it!" he declared, standing
tall and pointing at the blackness of the night. "Watch the sky, Virginia;"
She looked up and noticed glittering points of light, dozens
of them, seeming to get closer. The hissing shriek was indeed their approach
and they seemed to be aimed right at them. She felt Santa's hand squeeze on her
shoulder, almost in excitement. His blue eyes were blazing ferociously.
Finally, what looked like dozens of giant icicles, each
larger and longer than a semi, lanced out of the night sky and slammed into the
earth around her house, shaking it as they buried their tips in the frozen
ground and came to a stop. Several impaled the intruders as they came in, while
others kicked up a covering spray of snow as the enemy stopped and looked
around in confusion.
Then doors or portals opened on the sides of the titan
icicles and tall, lithe beings began leaping out of them, wearing weird,
form-fitting armor and carrying space-age guns and swords or axes. Their armor
and long hair was a riot of colors that was reflected by the snow and ice.
Wild, ululating war cries pierced the air.
And a savage, bloody battle began on her property.
"Who the hell are they?" Ginny almost yelled in
astonishment as she watched. They moved with inhuman grace and speed, the ones
not wearing helmets revealing long, beautiful facial features that were often
frightening because of the wrath they displayed. The helmets were all tall and
peaked, showing fearsome designs and glowing eyes. Weird runes pulsed and
throbbed with light all over their armor. Guns hissed and shrieked while swords
hummed as they slew.
"My elves," Santa said, clearly pleased and also
eager to fight but not willing to leave her side yet. "They got my call
and converged on my position."
"Those are elves?" she exclaimed in amazement.
"Aren't they cutesy little toy-shop people?"
"Cute myth, but no, not these ones," he replied,
watching as several elves wearing bone-white armor with feminine features raced
past, throwing themselves into a knot of the hulking bugs. They screamed and
the masks of their wild-maned helmets gave off vibrations that shook Ginny's
teeth in her head as it melted their foes' faces off. "No, a lot of my
elves are warriors, meant to help me fight Krampus. They keep Christmas safe
with me."
"What the hell are they wearing?" she asked in
disbelief. How could this weird night get any weirder?
Santa sighed. "Truth? They've been spending way too
much time playing Warhammer 40k and they; appropriated armor, weapons and
tactics from the Eldar faction. They're space elves."
"Wow. Gay;" she muttered, shaking her head.
"Well, they're certainly earning their keep tonight."
He nodded. "Been a long time since Krampus moved
against us this hard. Apparently he got bored and was feeling uppity. That or
he just forgot what a good thrashing felt like."
Ginny watched as three el
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