Everyone had assembled to watch the execution of the final traitor, Final-Fan. Final-Fan was blindfolded and lined against a wall, with nearly two dozen elves lined up opposite him in a firing squad. Santa took a second to luxuriate in his success, and then gave Final-Fan a chance to give his final words.
"Don't do this!" Final-Fan begged, "you've got the wrong guy. Kill me, and all will be lost! It's not too late, I can prove I'm innocent! I care about winning now! So listen, think back to Day Five, when..." Already bored, Santa signaled, and in unison the squad fired, with all the rifles spent.
All the rifles, save one. Before Final-Fan's body hit the floor, one of the elves in the firing line pivoted and loosed a single round. When the last shot finished echoing into the evening, only Santa's gasping remained to fill in the stunned silence. The assassin sauntered over to the wounded man.
"Is there a doctor in the house?" nen-suer asked the stunned crowd. He chuckled at his own joke for a second, then suddenly dropped his empty rifle and pulled a handgun from his waistband. He sent a single round into the skull of the still-paralyzed and incredulous Linkzmax, who crumpled with little fanfare. "That is my reward to you for all your help in this matter" nen told the new corpse with a polite smile. "As for the other person..."
There was a small commotion in the crowd, and then radishead could be seen trying to flee as quickly as his stubby legs would let him. But elf legs can't outrun a bullet, and a few second later radish was face-down in the snow, with a new hole in his lower spine. The pain practically blinded radish, and by the time his vision stopped swimming he looked up to see nen's sneering face. "You were a thorn in our side and a pain in my ass" nen said. "The only reason I won't make you suffer eternally is that I'm not sure you even realized what you were doing half the time. So don't worry" he said, raising his heavy boots over radish's skull, "this will be over quickly."
His other business concluded, nen returned to Santa's form. Santa had one hand still clutching his belly, trying to staunch the flow of blood. His other hand had tried to drag his corpulent body to safety, but the results of that effort were negligible. Nen flipped Santa over, so that he could look at his tormentor face-to-face. The latter's eyes were the size of dinner plates, and he was gasping and gurgling incessantly. Santa's gaze moved to the gun in nen's hand, and a small whimper left him. Correctly guessing Santa's fears, nen smiled. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to kill you" he said as he reached into his pocket for some gauze. "You can't die right now. I intend to have lots and lots of fun with you first. This is going to be the best Christmas EVER..."
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