[ WP ] Santa Claus exits a fireplace to see two thugs with shotguns . Write a Rated R story to follow .

`` Clause'' 
 
 Santa heard the word ring in his ears. He knew who it was. 
 
 `` Jason Gordon,'' Santa said, `` On the naughty list for the 18th time in your life.'' 
 
 `` Yup, and so is my friend here.'' 
 
 Santa, not having seen anyone else, looked around, trying to see this man. Almost immediately he spotted him, using santa's own gifts to hide from him. 
 
 `` And Joshua Garcia. Also on the naughty list this year,'' Santa said. 
 
 `` Yeah,'' said, `` but it is n't like that means anything right?'' 
 
 `` Of course it means something.'' Santa said, affronted. 
 
 `` Oh yeah?'' asked Jason, `` 4th grade 1984, you know what I got? Clothes, santa. Just clothes.'' 
 
 `` 6th grade 1986,'' piped Joshua, `` Barbies. Motherfucking barbies. And thats why you have to die.'' He spoke with a fire in his eyes. 
 
 Santa began to feel, not fear, but outrage. How dare these boys say my gifts are n't sufficient. They were suited to their needs, not their wants. My gifts upheld them, made them strong and capable men. And that's why they will try to kill me tonight, he thought. 
 
 His massive frame shuddering, santa spoke in a low rumble, `` And just what makes you boys believe that you can kill me? You think you are the first to have tried? There have been millions, billions before you, all with the same goals, and most with better weaponry. So what makes you special?'' He spoke this last one, as he settled into a dangerous stance, his beard seeming to grow longer. 
 
 `` This,'' one shouted, as he fired his shotgun. To his surprise however, the bullets did not even break skin, merely touching, and being flung back by Satan's belly. Horns erupted from his head, as his beard turned to fire. 
 
 `` All those dyslexic kids had it right,'' Satan rumbled, in a voice seemingly coming from the men's very minds, their deepest fears dancing in front of their eyes. 
 
 The men barely had time to adjust before Satan's lean frame whipped out, his long claws piercing the two men's shoulders. Satan lifted his arms, and the men rose. Satan shoved his claws into the walls through their bodies, and the claws left his own body. The men, pinned to the wall watched with horror as Satan grew new claws, before them. Smiling with pleasure, in a most grotesque fashion, Satan began humming to himself as he whisked through his gift bag, reaching far into the depths, and pulling out two amulets, glowing with all the heat of hell. 
 
 `` These,'' he said, as he put them on his terrified captives, `` will keep the night young, so that we,'' he whispered, his mouth near their ears, `` will have all the time in the world.'' 
 
 Satan, knowing the magic behind the amulets burned any man who touched it, delighted in thinking that already the amulets were torturing the men almost as well as he could. Humming the carol of bells under his breath, Satan pulled his claws to their chests, inscribing upon their skin sigils to prolong their life, to enhance their pain, and to heal. The men had no time to register the new pain, before the room filled with the sounds of screams as Satan performed his art. 
 
 Seemingly years later, their voices nearly gone, one man regained enough of his wits to speak 
 
 `` You have already killed us,'' he whispered hoarsely, `` It has been years, please, just let us die.'' 
 
 Satan, hearing his voice was astonished. Few could speak while in this much pain, but he felt a growing joy in him. 
 
 `` Why my dear little Jason, my small friend josh,'' he intoned, stopping his torture for a second, `` You have not been up here for more than five minutes,'' Satan, said, laughing, as he started once more. 
 
 Screams filled his ears. 
 
 
 **edit-also, there is a really awesome version of carol of the bells by the trans siberian orchestra** 
 
 https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=4vNcGlM8O3I 
 
 

