xmas serial part four.
The fires raged.
Massive columns of the darkest smoke came up from the Cornfield Forests as they burned. Pilor looked at the fires from his window. He was conflicted. He knew the right thing to do would be to go out and aid the bravest citzens of Power Town in fighting the fires. He knew that there were people living in the Cornfield Forests and the fires could lead to countless deaths. He knew all of this but he stayed motionless at the window.
He was scared. He had a feeling the fires had something to do with his encounter with Chester the previous day. He wanted so badly to help but he felt that Chester had lit the fires to lure him out. To get him next to the flames.
The brave citzens of Power Town were coming out of the flames now. They were carrying bodies. Dead bodies. Burned bodies. Pilor had seen enough. He grabbed his boots and ran for the door. In minutes e was in front of the flames in. He dashed in with reckless abandon and started searching for surviviors. He was screaming out hoping to hear any sort of a reply. He heard nothing so he moved further in. He finally heard a muffled scream. He fought through the burning trees and came face to face with the man who had called for his aid. As he came closer the smoke around him cleared and he was face to face with Santa Claus.
Yes, Santa Claus.
He dragged Santa a few feet but could hardly move the rotund icon. He looked around nervously and saw, in the distance, a barn. The barn had been untouched by the fires and looked to be the only hope for Santa Claus and himself. Pilor dragged Santa slowly to the barn and got inside. He slammed the oversized doors and fell to the ground. He was defeated. His body was spent from dragging the jolly fat man to the barn and his mind was spent from the surrealness of having just dragged St. Nick into a barn in the midst of a burning forest. He lay there for a moment contemplating his next move when all of a sudden something brought his drifting mind directly back to the situation at hand.
There was someone else in the barn...and they were laughing.
Part Four.
Massive columns of the darkest smoke came up from the Cornfield Forests as they burned. Pilor looked at the fires from his window. He was conflicted. He knew the right thing to do would be to go out and aid the bravest citzens of Power Town in fighting the fires. He knew that there were people living in the Cornfield Forests and the fires could lead to countless deaths. He knew all of this but he stayed motionless at the window.
He was scared. He had a feeling the fires had something to do with his encounter with Chester the previous day. He wanted so badly to help but he felt that Chester had lit the fires to lure him out. To get him next to the flames.
The brave citzens of Power Town were coming out of the flames now. They were carrying bodies. Dead bodies. Burned bodies. Pilor had seen enough. He grabbed his boots and ran for the door. In minutes e was in front of the flames in. He dashed in with reckless abandon and started searching for surviviors. He was screaming out hoping to hear any sort of a reply. He heard nothing so he moved further in. He finally heard a muffled scream. He fought through the burning trees and came face to face with the man who had called for his aid. As he came closer the smoke around him cleared and he was face to face with Santa Claus.
Yes, Santa Claus.
He dragged Santa a few feet but could hardly move the rotund icon. He looked around nervously and saw, in the distance, a barn. The barn had been untouched by the fires and looked to be the only hope for Santa Claus and himself. Pilor dragged Santa slowly to the barn and got inside. He slammed the oversized doors and fell to the ground. He was defeated. His body was spent from dragging the jolly fat man to the barn and his mind was spent from the surrealness of having just dragged St. Nick into a barn in the midst of a burning forest. He lay there for a moment contemplating his next move when all of a sudden something brought his drifting mind directly back to the situation at hand.
There was someone else in the barn...and they were laughing.
Part Four.