A Christmas Story in 8 Parts: Part 6
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Tobias saw the fat guy fall. The sight of him in the middle of these little “Christmen” was quite amusing. The kid's lips curled into a grin when the detective struggled to get up and turned slightly around.
“Shit!” the boy mumbled. Gavarni openly gazed up towards the balcony where Tobias had come out of hiding to check upon the fat guy. “Gotta get out of here, before they catch me as well!” Tobias ducked out of sight and rushed down the stairs. On the ground floor he raced past four Christmen that immediately started their pursuit. If he could only reach the door and get outside, then he would be able to use his skateboard. Short legged, slightly obese Christmen are no match for a kid on a skateboard. Tobias raced off into the night. The pursuing Christmen lost him two blocks further.
When Gavarni came round he was bound to the floor like Gulliver by a bunch of Lilliputians. One of them was unfortunately wielding a big knife, and they all had savage looks in their eyes that didn't really match the rosy colour of their cheeks.
“Well, what brought you here, detective Gavarni?” It was that same soothing voice, belonging to the speaker of the gathering.
“Murder investigation. Just gotta ask some routine questions,” Gavarni tried to talk him out of this.
“Nothing will be routine, mister Gavarni!”
A giant head entered the detective's vision. It was… “Father Christmas,” Gavarni murmured.
“Noooo!” The soothing voice suddenly became a shrieking: “Don't you understand? I'm his evil twin and I will lead this army to its victory by bringing the nation that has regarded me as a freak down to its knees.”
“Uhuh…”
“That's all you've got to say? That is all you've got to say?”
“Well yes, I…” but the leader of the Christmen cut the detective short.
“Just like the rest of them you've got no respect for your traditions or your symbols. You let them hang outside in rain and cold, without a thought for the lives that you throw away like this.”
“I…”
“You don't understand, but you will, soon,” the leader said. He motioned to three Christmen that were standing a bit further, carrying knives: “Torture him to death. And take your time. He must suffer.” Then he turned to the mass of Christmen: “Prepare yourselves! On New Years Eve we walk!”
Back into his bedroom Tobias sat wondering what to do. There was an army of little Santas planning on taking over the town. He was the only person that knew about it and could stop them. He thought about setting fire to the theatre, but if burning down the gym because it was full of vampires got you expelled from school, what would burning down the theatre get you, even if it was filled with, well, Santas? And then there was the fat guy. He had to be rescued. Tobias sighed. Who would believe him if he asked for help? Unless… He picked up the phone and started dialling a number.
Torture. It was something else altogether. It hurt like hell, and you didn't encounter it everyday as a detective. So Gavarni tried to make the best of it, and now the best was to faint.
Tobias saw the fat guy fall. The sight of him in the middle of these little “Christmen” was quite amusing. The kid's lips curled into a grin when the detective struggled to get up and turned slightly around.
“Shit!” the boy mumbled. Gavarni openly gazed up towards the balcony where Tobias had come out of hiding to check upon the fat guy. “Gotta get out of here, before they catch me as well!” Tobias ducked out of sight and rushed down the stairs. On the ground floor he raced past four Christmen that immediately started their pursuit. If he could only reach the door and get outside, then he would be able to use his skateboard. Short legged, slightly obese Christmen are no match for a kid on a skateboard. Tobias raced off into the night. The pursuing Christmen lost him two blocks further.
When Gavarni came round he was bound to the floor like Gulliver by a bunch of Lilliputians. One of them was unfortunately wielding a big knife, and they all had savage looks in their eyes that didn't really match the rosy colour of their cheeks.
“Well, what brought you here, detective Gavarni?” It was that same soothing voice, belonging to the speaker of the gathering.
“Murder investigation. Just gotta ask some routine questions,” Gavarni tried to talk him out of this.
“Nothing will be routine, mister Gavarni!”
A giant head entered the detective's vision. It was… “Father Christmas,” Gavarni murmured.
“Noooo!” The soothing voice suddenly became a shrieking: “Don't you understand? I'm his evil twin and I will lead this army to its victory by bringing the nation that has regarded me as a freak down to its knees.”
“Uhuh…”
“That's all you've got to say? That is all you've got to say?”
“Well yes, I…” but the leader of the Christmen cut the detective short.
“Just like the rest of them you've got no respect for your traditions or your symbols. You let them hang outside in rain and cold, without a thought for the lives that you throw away like this.”
“I…”
“You don't understand, but you will, soon,” the leader said. He motioned to three Christmen that were standing a bit further, carrying knives: “Torture him to death. And take your time. He must suffer.” Then he turned to the mass of Christmen: “Prepare yourselves! On New Years Eve we walk!”
Back into his bedroom Tobias sat wondering what to do. There was an army of little Santas planning on taking over the town. He was the only person that knew about it and could stop them. He thought about setting fire to the theatre, but if burning down the gym because it was full of vampires got you expelled from school, what would burning down the theatre get you, even if it was filled with, well, Santas? And then there was the fat guy. He had to be rescued. Tobias sighed. Who would believe him if he asked for help? Unless… He picked up the phone and started dialling a number.
Torture. It was something else altogether. It hurt like hell, and you didn't encounter it everyday as a detective. So Gavarni tried to make the best of it, and now the best was to faint.
