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The first shot was dead on. The attractive blonde in her mid twenties flailed her arms and flew backwards into the crowd as the hollow point tore through her forehead and bore itself into her skull and the brain behind it, spraying blood, brain and skull fragments all over the teenagers hauling ass toward electronics to grab the newest first person shooter game. Ironic. Here comes Santa Clause, Here comes Santa ClauseIt was actually easier than he had thought it would be. Like picking off unsuspecting deer from the tree stand as a kid with his old man. What would dad think now? I mean if he hadn’t put a bullet smack dab between his eyes before leaving the house the night before? Also Ironic. Right down Santa Clause Lane. He squeezed the trigger again with the steadiness and ease of a paid assassin. Even in the mob chaos below his aim was impeccable. The light blue baby stroller exploded from within in a plume of cotton, blood, bone and skin. A single fluffy piece of red stained cotton lining drifted peacefully through the air as the mother cried out and dropped to her knees, immediately getting trampled by the pounding feet of panicked shoppers sprinting in every direction. Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeerLaying on his belly in his perch atop of tall shelf of overs stock televisions, he realized that his erection had returned full force. It was kind of a shame that he would never have the chance to take care of that. Pullin' on the reins. # Four hours earlier: It was nearly 1:00 A.M. He sat in his dark car at the edge of the parking lot watching the
back door. discreetly pulling in the back entrance to the store with his headlights off as Bahaus flowed out of the stereo speakers “Bela Lugosi’s dead! Undead Undead Undead!” He held a cigarette in one hand. Wives in line to get a big screen TV or bluray player for their husbands. 1:00 every morning. with or without . taking it all in. and when the cops found him. Just to scope it out. Christmas music and great deals. Some hot young mom at the front of the line even had her fucking baby with her in a stroller. He had driven past the front of the store once. already lined up in the cold awaiting the opening of those doors and the greeting of the warm air. he broke his stare to look at the digital clock in the car. He then turned and drove around the block. and stroked his dick through his jeans with the other. Still stroking his dick. middle aged women in line to get the best deal on what the fuck ever it is that middle aged women buy their middle aged husbands for Christmas. What if Casey didn’t come out? What if she was sick? Or just got so far behind that she couldn’t take her nightly smoke break? It would ruin the entire plan! UNTHINKABLE! THIS HAD TO HAPPEN TONIGHT! THE PLAN WAS ALREADY SET IN MOTION! His father was laying in the living room dead with a bullet in his skull. At 1:00 AM in the morning for Christ sakes. waiting for Casey to step out back for her 1:00 smoke break. He lit another cigarette off the last one and tossed the old butt out the window. 1:05. There were probably thirty or forty of them. What the fuck was wrong with people these days? He grabbed at his stiffening cock through his jeans as he drove by slowly. It was like clockwork. Kids in line to get the newest gaming system or shooter games. A small mob of shoppers lined up and itching to get the best possible holiday shopping deals. that was it! He had no choice but to go through with the plan tonight! He would have to make it work. dragging off it occasionally.
Her not too big and not too small breasts. Not to mention the sexiest girl ever to grace the overnight team at Super Mart. and began pointing out flaws in his work performance. This all finally culminated in Casey “Letting him go”. She fucking laughed him off like a Goddamned joke! Shortly after that. Casey. Things that she had let slide up until then with no questions asked. He cock re-hardened to the point he thought it might tear its way out of his pants on its own as he watched her curvacious body squat down against the concrete wall in the glow of the parking lot lights. Her face was a portrait of perfection. letting him know that she liked to suck cock. Little things.Casey! With his mind racing. even borderline flirtatious. Except for one thing. Ah. his erection began to shrivel. Like the time she came to work after getting her tongue pierced and flicked her tongue back and fourth rapidly raising her eyebrows and smiling devilishly. Casey was the night stock manager. Her smokey brown eyes could burn straight through to your heart with just a glance in your general direction. he finally worked up the courage to as her out after work one morning. then burst into laughter. . The curve of her perfectly rounded ass. stopped immediately when after a year of working side by side with her and lusting after her in secrecy. lighting her pal mal ultra light on the way out the door and pulling her beautiful mid length black hair away from her eye and tucking it behind her ear. She had looked at him strangely for a moment. Everything about Casey was perfect. Hell. Then out walked Casey. she was a fucking cunt. God he had wanted to throw her down on the ground and fuck her right then and there! That kindness and flirtation however. she stopped really talking to him unless necessary. Her body was perfectly formed. She had always been nice to him.
# After re-fastening his jeans and smoking one of Casey’s Pall Malls.Fucking whore. “Hello Casey. It was okay though.” Silly slut. Once there. he popped the trunk. “What the fuck are you doing here-” She found herself standing with a . .357 Magnum aimed directly between her eyes. The look that said “I can survive this if I just go along and give in. She never saw him coming until he was upon her. my what a good time he had with her. He adjusted himself through his jeans and quietly crept out of the car. took the heavy duffle bag out. creeping silently up the edge of the darkened sidewalk unseen by Casey as she lit another smoke off the cherry of the previous one and checked text messages on her phone. letting himself in the back entrance to the giant monument to American consumerism.” She recognized his voice and immediately stood. She never made a sound other than a whimper when he entered her and he wasn’t sure if her reluctance to cry out was due to the gun pressed against her head or the fact that she actually enjoyed what he was doing to her. She did a whimper once again when he entered her ass. She would get hers. took her keys. but that was only fair after the pain that she had caused him right? He had flipped her over and gone missionary when he saw the look in those smokey brown eyes.” Those eyes widened and that look went away as he squeezed her throat while still pumping away at her. Casey spoke no words as he guided her back to the grassy swatch of land at the edge of the parking lot beside his car. stuffed her body in closing the lid on top of her lifeless shell. When he was nearly finished he pulled out of her motionless body and tested out that tongue ring. and went on with the plan.
# He put Casey’s keys back into his pocket and popped his head in and carefully checked both directions to make sure no one was in the back room and entered the store with his duffel bag full of weaponry. He proceeded quietly and cautiously through the back room. he knew that everyone would be near the front of the store working on displays of “big ticket items”. just outside the swinging stock room double doors. Having worked the biggest shopping day of the Christmas season for the past several years. “You’re sure this is it?” “Yup.” “You’re sure? ‘Cuz I don’t want to have to come back here again until the end of the night. He slid his lanky frame behind the hulking blue metal piece of machinery. This is it. As the voices and footsteps drew closer. He lowered it gently and quietly to the floor behind the plastic trash can that always stood beside the machine and slowly withdrew the . I checked all the aisles. Behind the compactor. Nearly to the corner that would lead him to his destination he heard voices. So far. he looked around for a place to hide. past the cardboard compactor. We’ll keep the rest all together up front .” I don’t want you to either. gripping the handle of the cold metal revolver tightly. only one spot was an option. This worked to his advantage.357 from his waistband. The highest shelf in the store was in electronics. as the spot he had chosen to lay claim to was at the back of the store. “Yes. He thought to himself. In a panic. but could not fit the duffle bag.
Casey can do it. Jesus Christ. making his ears ring. chains rattled and cardboard popped. She doesn’t do shit around here anyway. Should we bale it now?” His entire body tensed. one of them would pull down the heavy door and reach back dangerously close to his hiding spot to press the start button.” It seemed like an eternity that he waited there listening to Ken and Mike jibber-jabber about nothing while emptying shopping cart after shopping cart of broken down and flattened cardboard boxes into the mouth of the machine. picking up his bag and continuing his trek onward out of the stockroom. “Nah.” They turned and began to head back out of the back room.” They both laughed. Where the fuck is she even at?” “Who gives a shit? As long as she keeps wearing those outfits that show off her tits. We’ll do it later. This thing’s about full. but that wasn’t part of the plan. He took and breath and relaxed his grip on the gun a little as the sounds of their footsteps faded and the swinging of the double doors echoed through the back room. so be it. If they went to make a bale now. reholstering the . “Man. He wanted to waste them both then and there. If they happened to step into his line of fire later though.357 in his waistband. trying to think of what to do. Fuck it.and bring it all back at once. his hiding spot would indeed be discovered and he would have no choice but to kill them right then and there. The coast was clear . He wiped the sweat off his face with his sleave and squeezed out of his safe place. The trip through and out of the room continued with no hitches. which he would have absolutely no problem with except for the fact that the entire store would hear the shots and his plan would be ruined. His mind raced. Gears cranked. “Or better yet. After each round.
he shifted the bag around behind him. tools of death and destruction in his waistband and in the bag swinging beside his left knee. laid down and took his position. He put it together with the efficiency of a soldier. children singingA maniacal smile graced his face. he calibrated his scope and waited. hidden between giant plasma screen televisions on either side of him. From this vantage point he had a perfect view of the entire front end of the store. and quickly and quietly assembled the rifle just the way his old man had taught him. slid the bag onto the top shelf just above his head. he pushed the duffle bag ahead of him for the majority of the length of the shelf. one shelf at a time. and climbed to the top.out of the back as he emerged from the swinging double doors. He had placed heavy merchandise on these very shelves time and time again. extremely careful not to make any noise that would draw attention his direction. He went straight to the back of the aisle. laid down. Once close enough to the front. so he knew full well that they would hold his weight no problem. but he stayed on task and popped off a few more rounds. He moved slowly and deliberately just as he had in his head hundreds of times will planning this very occasion. Several people tripped over his large body still spewing more blood across . # Bells are ringing. There in position. Down went a fat rolly-polly of a man. on top of the highest point in the store. and when he was done. his now absent eye socket spurting blood and viscous retinal goo. he stopped. Waited for the moment those front doors would open and let in a cold winter wind with the excited faces of countless Christmas shoppers. On his hands and knees.
One young man actually climbed over the backs of others and tried to climb through over the heads of the rest of the mob. but his foot slipped off of the side of someone’s face and he began to fall. All is merry and bright. His head rolled away into the cold morning as his torso fell to the . blowing their brains against the front doors. exposing her rib cage as she screamed and spun to her left. The ever growing pool of red caused yet more people to slip and fall like skaters in an ice skating rink from hell. shattering it. It ripped straight through his chest and exited his back. As he tumbled and struggled to regain his balance another bullet shattered through the back of his skull. blood dripping back down the glass shard and off the back of his brown leather jacket. A few people tried to make it across the front of the store to the exit doors but he quickly dispatched them with the remaining hollow points. adding to the already chaotic scene below. Hang your stockings and say your prayersA mass of frightened Christmas shoppers were smashed against the doors that opened inward in a hectic attempt to escape. the crowd pushed forward even harder in a fury. There she ran into an older man making a run for the shelter of the front registers. He fell hard and straight down. cutting clean through his neck on a sharp piece of glass still in tact from the explosion of bullets. shattering the glass in a few in the process. His body finally came to a rest slumped over the shattered window. out his forehead and through the front window. His feet somehow continued to carry his body as it lurched forward and threw itself atop of a gigantic shard of glass still sticking up at a sharp point. ‘Cause Santa Clause comes tonight! Upon the breaking of the glass. but were smashed in so tightly that there was no room to pull the doors open.the shiny white floor. Another hollow point ripped through a mousy brunette’s small left breast.
Straight ahead full force at the . Fa la la la la . His body came to rest with his exposed jaw resting on the wet. Yup. This one simple deviation from the well rehearsed (in his head at least) plan to teach a kid the ultimate irony. then was up on one knee. It sprayed onto the remaining glass at the bottom of the door and then back into the crowd like a scattergun. blood and bone all ran together in a full on shower of red in the foyer of the super shopping mecca.la la la la Flesh. The overhead music ended and transitioned into another holiday favorite. now a soundtrack to the violent bloodbath taking place below. No sooner had he hit the ground when the side of his face seemed to simply melt away with the ripping of a third shot. Fa la la la la . That was where he fucked up. red floor. ‘Tis the season to be jollyBAM!!! BAM!!! The kid fell face first as both of his kneecaps shattered from the force of the bullets.ground. Fuck it! He thought to himself. because he never saw the huge body builder type coming straight for him. Deck the halls with boughs of hollyHe simply laughed and threw the rifle off to the side. drawing the magnum from his waistband with his left hand while going into the duffle bag with the other and re-appearing with a 9mm. Out of the corner of his right eye he saw one of the gamer kids making a run for it. This one fatal. and swiveled to his right to take aim at him with both guns. shooting blood like a garden hose partially obscured by a thumb to create more pressure.la la la la This had been his mistake.
he raised the 9mm to the side of his own head. he really didn’t know if he had in face inflicted the deadly blow he had meant to or not. The gun was no longer in his hand. forcing the wind out of his lungs immediately. he dropped the Magnum. As his body lurched into motion. when he hit the ground hard. Don we now our gay apparelKnowing the time was at hand. la la la. so his “fight or flight” response kicked in and he jumped up and began to run for the back room. having spent all of it’s contents. Now he could very well be fucked! His ears barraged with a deafening cacophony of screams and Christmas carols and his vision a complete blur. followed by another echoing BANG! Both knees rendered useless. He did know however. His foot made solid contact and he stopped in his tracks. and still not realizing his quite large snafu. but with all the commotion. He felt the blood oozing warmly from his head and knew at once that he had only grazed his head with that last shot. la la la. he could still see the hulking body racing toward him and instinctively shoved the television off and kicked at the guy’s balls. he felt a searing pain tear through his right knee. As soon as he landed another television landed on top of him. Just as he closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. then heard the shot. Fa la la.thin metal beams and shelving that held him safe in his shooter tower. and he was tumbling to the floor on top of a Samsung 42 inch plasma. Then felt the same pain in his left knee. doubling over to grab his testicles. atop of a shattering television that he had not fired that aforementioned shot. The gun had fired. 300 pounds of pure muscle slammed full force into the side of the shelving. his feet pivoted and spun his body to see his shooter as he .
Jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell rock. and blood overflowed out of his mouth and down his chin and both sides of his face. smiling. She squatted over him and lowered the barrel of the pistol toward his face. blocking it’s entry with his teeth. Screaming. All that could be heard was the overhead speakers. . Blood from his broken front teeth and shredded lips rushed down his throat with chunks of tooth and chips of enamel causing him to choke. a black eye. As she tried to place the barrel into his mouth he snapped his jaw closed tight. They simply watched in silence. He choked and gagged as the barrel touched the back of his throat. She twister her wrist upward at an angle so that the handle grip was parallel with his mouth and brought it down with such intense force that it busted right through his lips and teeth like a runaway train through a wooden gate. a ripped blouse and blood trickling from the corner of her mouth she held the gun straight out toward him trembling. He coughed a few teeth up and out but could still feel jagged pieces lodged in his vocal canal. and he began to laugh. Holding the still smoking 9mm was the young mother that had fallen to the ground next to her dead baby’s stroller earlier. “YOU KILLED MY BABY YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” She cried out through uncontrollable sobs so hard that her voice cracked. The gun however.. No one made any moves to stop her. Now she inserted the barrel with no issues. she pulled the trigger as his bowels and bladder evacuated themselves into his boxer shorts. The rest of the world seemed to stop and everything sounded muffled as she moved slowly toward the spot where he had finally landed facing up.. The women just stared. Her hair messed. only made a hollow “click”.full backwards onto the cold hard floor.
opening his stomach and back for more vicious attacks from the crazed mob.” More hysterical laughter. ribs and groin. He rolled back and fourth with each kick. “But Dad. Always have! WORTHLESS! Worthless as tits on a boar hog! If you had a Godamned brain in your head you would be dangerous! Do you know that you little fucking shit stain?” He laughed harder. Of course his father wasn’t really standing before him. he saw through the blurry wash of red in his eyes the body . That is until the body builder’s foot obscured his blurred sight and came straight down onto his face. Covered in his own blood and sporting a bullet hole perfectly centered between his eyes. He was dead in his living room (the bullet hole between the eyes was in fact real though. He then stopped laughing and heard a voice that he assumed was the body builder’s say “Hold that mother fucker there!” The red streaming through his eyes kept him from really seeing much of anything. What the fuck is that? As he rolled to the right. “Typical. then looked to each other. as the police would soon discover). He was laughing so hard in fact that he was crying. “You fuck everything up. In the distance he heard a buzzing sound.Over her shoulder he saw his father shaking his head. But while he might not have been able to see. smashing his nose instantly. The crowd stared at him. obviously I am dangerous. Feet making hard contact with either side of his head. You can’t do anything right!” He continued to laugh. he could certainly feel the kicking. I guess one imagines some fucked up things when they are about to die. then back to him. He continued laughing though. Kicking from every direction.
sticking his fingers into the eye sockets he had already poked out and pulled himself forward with all of his might. His body left the ground completely and he landed full force on his side. piss. shit and semen on the floor. he began to fall forward.builder coming toward him with an electric chain saw plugged into a seemingly endless string of heavy duty extension cord. he didn’t stop. the crowd stopped kicking and parted to let the hulking mass of chain saw wielding muscle through. That was when an older skinny man leapt into his left field of vision and swung with all of his might the Calloway golf driver in his hands. skin and bone fragments and chunks. shattering a hip. then heave and jump as it made its way through the bone. He reached forward. reaching forward and sawing through the soft meaty flesh of his penis and scrotum. Slipping and sliding in his own blood . Thought he pain was nearly unbearable. He did however manage to gain his balance. He screamed. Before his brain could force his body to attempt any kind of movement. shit and sperm that had evacuated from his eviscerated testicles he swung one arm forward and felt the blade make contact just below his elbow. poking his fingers deep into their eye sockets for leverage and spun himself around. He felt it slice effortlessly through the skin like hot butter. His right arm from the elbow down fell to the ground in a mushy pile of blood. piss. Before he knew it the guy was at his feet. jerk to a stop momentarily as it made contact with bone. With all of the blood. kicked and tried to leap off the floor. It smashed into his left temple with a dull THUD. let along allow him to run. Forgetting that his knee sockets were destroyed and could not hold his full weight. and grabbed at someone’s face. heading for the back door. he managed to slide himself across the .
He heard the wet “Thud” of it hitting the ground. and also got to see the evil smiles on the faces of the mob as the saw tore into his stomach and stopped. then he was rolled over on his back to see the mob upon him. It was like he was watching the pivotal scene of CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST only he was one of the dumb Americans who fucked with the indigenous tribe. Vision was dissipating quickly. He kept kicking though. We wish you a merry Christmas. As he felt his cheekbone shatter he also felt the blade of the saw ripping through his left leg.floor and out from under the standing crowd. We wish you a merry Christmas. As a child on a sled though. and now has become the scene of a grisly public . everyone simply started reaching into him and pulling out handfuls of intestines and organs and laughing. Now he did. # “Hello Steve. This is Becky Sanchez on the scene with breaking news at the Super Mart at Main and Deleware. He couldn’t believe it. but he did get to see his other leg sawed off and thrown over the body builder’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure how. where what began early this morning as a fun morning of early Christmas shopping turned into a random shooting spree. And that arm came right the fuck off without much of a fight. We wish you a merry Christmas. Unreal. and no amount of kicking stopped it from coming off. Kicking himself right up toward the front of the store. a man three times his size had never flown through the air with a running chain saw and landed in just the right spot to bring the saw down on his shoulder. Someone jumped on top of him. but he felt it as his face slammed down into the floor under the pressure of a body landing on top of him. He closed his eyes and faded away. and a happy new year. He used his one arm to push himself again and sailed across the wet floor just like laying on a wooden sled in the snow as a child. When the saw was removed.
Instead of strands of lights and tinsel strung around . A giant blow up snow globe yard ornament coated in blood. but now it was a monstrosity.M. vengeance and the instinct to survive. A testimony to the madness of a mob of people driven past the point of any moral comprehension. a baby carriage ripped to shreds. attacking the young man themselves and putting an end to his killing spree. and the shoppers took matters into their own hands.” The camera man zoomed over the cherries on the police cruisers and the crime scene tape to get a glimpse inside the broken windows of the fully holiday decorated super store. The last few moments of that live broadcast on the 6:00 A. “This.” She could feel the vomit starting to rise as the camera continued to capture the carnage all over the front of the store. “Certainly will forever be known as Black Friday. It looked like the set of a fucking Rambo movie in there. and Becky dropped the mic and lost her dinner. for many families. news before cutting back to a dumbfounded and speechless Steve Kerry at the news desk showed the shooter. and had once probably been beautifully decorated with shiny and bright ornaments. so her uncontrollable vomiting and gagging could be heard clearly over the live feed as the camera focused on it’s final shot. I mean everywhere. a mob scene ensued. The display tree stood tall. lying on it’s side. a decapitated body impaled by a large shard of glass in one of the front windows. Blood everywhere. the contents a pile of red and white oozing mush. A crown driven by sheer rage. “From what we understand.” The camera lingered over the gruesome scene.execution. Brains and blood all over windows and walls. blood lust. after a disgruntled former employee began to open fire on a group of early morning Christmas shoppers.” The camera stopped at the giant Christmas tree. Or parts of him rather. The mic was still plugged in.
the bottom section where it had been severed dripping a small amount of excrement onto the floor below. from bottom to top. END . the man’s intestines were simply wrapped around and around. The skin on his face had been torn off. and at the top. was the head of a twenty something year old kid who just lost it one day and decided to start shooting customers at his former place of employment. On various branches hung macabre ornaments. along with his eyelids. Hark the herald angels sing-Glory to our newborn King. a penis. so that his lifeless eyes stared blankly into the camera lens as the store overhead speakers pumped musical Christmas cheer through the could winter morning. a testicle secured to a branch on either side of the tree. a toe there. in place of the much beloved Christmas star.the tree. a liver. A finger here.