Garouga! Bare Your Fangs!
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STORY
A holiday is a time of year when people get to sit back and relax, while doing things related to that day. Christmas has presents, Thanksgiving has food, Halloween has candy, and so on. What most people do not know, however, is each holiday has power based on popularity. To ensure a safe, peaceful year, the Holiday Leaders came up with three golden rules:
1-When adding or changing a rule, no matter how minor it may be, at least 6 Holidays must agree to it.
2- Holidays ma help out one another in times of crisis.
3- A Leader loses power if he/she dies. If they are murdered, the attacker will take over, if they want to or not.
~Chapter One: Santa's Greatest Foe
Silver Harper was an average boy. He was 13 years of age with medium length brown hair and matching eyes. His parents were divorced, and he lived with his mother in a typical suburban house. They had a dog named Bear and a cat named Cat, both of which loved their family very much. At school, Silver was neither hated nor liked by any of the school cliques. He liked sports and made good grades, and enjoyed reading in his spare time. As far as interests go, he liked almost everything in the world. The one thin he was especially interested in, however, was Santa Claus.
As Silver sat by the front window of his house waiting for Santa, as he did every year, he couldn't help but remember the past Christmases.
Santa is standing next to the Christmas tree with a sack full of presents open next to him. A six-year-old Silver is hiding behind the sofa, peering around the corner. Silver's mom walks in with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, then gives them to Santa, who eats all of the cookies in a matter of seconds. He chugs the milk and wipes his mouth, setting the glass down on the square coffee table in the middle of the room.
"Have you told him yet?" Santa finally speaks, and Silver retreats behind the sofa. There is a short pause, then a response from his mom.
"No." Santa sighs and shakes his head, then points at the ceiling above him. Directly overhead, on the second story, is Silver's empty room.
"Will you please tell the boy that I am a good, decent person?" Silver's mom looks at the carpet below in shame. Silver recalls when Santa hit his dad with a sleigh right after the divorce. His anger lights like a match, buring away any doubts he had and boiling his blood. He stand from behind the sofa and points to Santa, who is in the middle of saying good bye.
"I will have my revenge, Satan Claws! My mother may not have liked him, but he was still my dad!"
The word 'dad' echoed in Silver's head as he stared at the clouds through the window. The next Christmases had all been failures in capturing Santa. The last Christmas Santa came with a gun for protection. That hinted to Silver that the jolly old man was beginning to snap. What if he had backup this year--
Sleigh bells. The distant jingle of sleigh bells snapped Silver out of his thoughts. He gave the traps one last check, then stood patiently a few feet from the chimney.
"I'm not going down there!" The familiar deep, joyful voice echoed in the chimney. Silver began to tap his foot impatiently. Ususally Santa did a kind of 'trench run', where he shot down the chimney and delivered the presents as quick as he could.
"DO IT!" This was a voice Silver had heard every Christmas for 13 years. It was a reindeer. They usually argued with Santa about feeding times and pay raises. Silver could hear Santa in the chimney, inching down. The barbed wire inside fell in pieces, then the fat man himself wiggled out of the fireplace. He stood and dusted the ashes off, then pulled a gun from his coat. However, Silver was nowhere in sight. The front door was wide open, letting in a cold draft of air. Santa grinned and took his time with the presents.
Meanwhile, Silver finished climbing the ladder on the roof. The reindeer were laying down in the snow, whispering to one another. Silver removed a roll of duct tape and a small box with wires poking out of it from his fluffy green sweatshirt. He taped the box to the sleigh and made his way back down the ladder. The reindeer stared blankly at him, then went back to conversing. As Silver entered his house again he saw Santa sitting on the sofa, pointing his gun to the doorway. He gestured with the gun to an armchair. Silver followed his order and sank back in the chair. Santa picked up his bag full of presents and, while keeping the gun pointed at Silver, ran for the chimney. Silver let him escape, then calmly walked over to the window to watch Santa fly off.
"Three...two...one..." Silver looked hopefully to the sky, but nothing happened. The box on the sleigh was visible as Santa flew off into the night, but nothing happened to it. Silver shrugged and turned to go to bed when he heard a small explosion. He turned back around and looked at the sleigh in the distance. Smoke was coming from the back, and part of it seemed to be missing. Santa's swearing echoed across the town as Silver grinned and headed up to his room. To him, this Christmas had been all it was supposed to be...and more.
Next is Chapter Two: The Holiday Conference
