Flashes of Sanity #155: Home

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The elf walked through the door. The cold outside didn’t bother him. Yet, the warmth from the ever-churning fires melted an ice in his heart.
“What do we do now?” His friend asked. “We have no Santa and no Mrs. Claus. Who will tell us what to build?”
“We will,” the elf said. “We will learn to read the wishes from all the children, and we will learn how to deliver the presents. We will learn how to build happiness without them here.”
“Do you think we can?”
The elf picked a kettle and filled it with milk, he added cocoa and sugar.
“We are elves, if anyone can it is us!”
The hot chocolate simmered. The thousands of elves picked a cup each and lined up. They talked about all the happiness they would feel once a child got the toy of their dreams. They imagined the tickling warmth spreading in their bodies.
“Tinkle,” one elf said. “You are our fastest reader. You will be reading lists.”
“Really?” Tinkle close to exploded in a wide smile. “I would love that.”
“Trasky, you are best with the reindeers. You will learn how Santa made it through every home in one night without breaking a sweat.”
“Yes! That is my dream come true!”
Soon every task Mr. and Mrs. Claus had on their plate was delegated. Every elf burned with excitement. This would be the best Christmas ever.
This would be the Christmas they were free.

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Flashes of Sanity #154: Broken Crown

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Today’s entry: Broken Crown

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It was red and white, but under the fluffy white Dale felt the heavy cold metal. Carl collapsed the moment he let go of the hat. Just as all the elves did.
I hope I made the right choices, Dale thought.
He tore the red away from the hat and broke the white apart. The dark circle came out into the light. The darkness capable of controlling an entire species of elves.
One of the elves fell to the asphalt. It didn’t react as its nose broke.
One more choice to make, Dale thought. He pushed his hands against the metallic circle. It cracked in four pieces.
“What are you doing?” Donald Diamond asked.
“I am guessing,” Dale said. He glanced at the army of elves.
Still nothing but empty bodies.
Then a head with a bleeding nose lifted from the asphalt. A hand wiped the blood away. Faces that once was empty looked at each other.
“I guess you were correct,” Cassandra Crisis said.
Dale shook his head. “We don’t know that yet.”
The faces turned towards the men and women who just crushed other men and women between bricks and asphalt. They saw the broken crown.
“Thank you,” an elf said. “You saved us. How can we ever repay you?””
“We only saved ourselves,” Dale said. “You don’t owe us anything.”
Dale felt the thousands of eyes scanning him and his friends.
Please believe us, he thought.
“Thank you,” the elf said again.
The tension in Dale’s shoulders let go. He inhaled his first breath since he broke the crown.
“What will you do now?”
“We will go home,” the elf said. “We will do the only thing that ever made us happy.”
“I want to feel them smile again as they open a present,” another elf said.
“What will you do with the crown?”
Dale looked at the crown in his hands. “We will make sure the pieces are hidden so no one can make it whole again.”
“That is good news.” The elf whistled and a horde of reindeers with sleighs came flying from the sky.
“We truly hope you keep that promise.”
Dale watched as the thousands of elves left.
“I will make sure we keep it,” he said.

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Flashes of Sanity #151: Mad Hatter

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A red cloth and white fluff flew into the air. An explosion broke two bodies into fragments. And left after the shockwave stood Carl Messinger with the abomination called a hat in his hands.
”Put it on!” Dale screamed.
”Take them!” Mart ordered from his oversized, ugly armor.
The soldiers raised their rifles. The people around Carl screamed. The elves stood like sacks of potatoes. Carl put the hat up to his head. He swallowed his pride and did what the time on the force had thought him, everything that was necessary to win the war.
Sparks ignited in the rifles. Carl felt the sweat of a corpse.
Probably the sweat of a now dead Santa too, he thought.
The thought echoed back to him in thousands of voices.
”For our country,” they all said.
Thousands of bodies woke up. They looked at the soldiers. The rifles fired. The flames burned against Carl’s skin. A bullet hit him in the chest. The pain spread. Carl pushed it away, just as he did back in the day.
The elves attacked. They tore the ugliness into pieces within seconds. They went for the soldiers inside. The sound of rifles firing died of. Soldiers screaming echoed on the square.
”The clothes are even worse,” an elf said. ”How can you even want to wear something like this?”
The man was pushed to the ground so hard his ribs crunched.
”You have the right to remain silent! In your case I recommend it!”
Mart got punched to the ground twice, for everyone’s safety.
”We made it,” Donald said.
”Yes,” Dale said. ”We have made it this far. We are not done yet.”
”What do you want me to do with them?” Carl focused his echoing thoughts into one voice.
”You make me want to throw up,” an elf said. It actually threw up.
”I want you to hold the elves were they are while we make sure everyone is no threat anymore.”
”Is that all?” Carl’s wrinkles got deeper. ”Shouldn’t elves be some kind of saint.”
”Yes, when a saint rules them. But when a sinner is in control that might be one challenge too much.”
One elf licked the eyes of a soldier. ”Just as I thought. You taste like you look. Like shit.”
It laughed. Carl felt it fight inside him too.
”You mean that I have to fight my true nature.” He sighed.
”True nature,” thousands of voices echoed back.
”Come on, your only good asset is your skin. Please let someone who understands it use it.”
”Okay,” Carl said. He focused his voices on one word. A word he believed in.
Justice.
“Justice,” echoed back. Then the elves laughed as the word twisted and turned under the pressure.
”Make it quick Dale.”

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Flashes of Sanity #150: The Element of Surprise

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Today’s entry: The Element of Surprise

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Joe pinched Donny. Hard. The pinch traveled through his body in an electric shock and Donny prepared himself for what was coming.
The two cops fired at the Santa from hell. The Santa was thrown aback, not by pain, that Donny was sure of.
Is this the right time? He feared he already had let the moment pass.
The bullets rained onto Santa, he turned towards the two cops. So far, no one else had reacted.
Now!
Donny threw himself at the corpse in Santa’s outfit.
”What are you gonna do?” Joe had asked as he handed over the grenade.
”Think of Bella and all that happened to her. Then I will blame the bastard for it all.”
He hit the red body with all his force and caught some bullets while doing so. At this point, the bullets just stung. Santa fell backwards, and Donny came after. They crashed into the asphalt and Donny sat himself on the rotten chest.
“This is for Bella and all your kind did to her!” He punched the grenade into Santa’s chest. When someone has been decomposed for long enough that goes surprisingly easy.
Santa looked at his chest, he scratched at it to get the grenade out. And Donny went for the red hat. He pulled it off the dead head.
The dead head didn’t realize what happened until Donny had thrown it to those behind him.
Please let it be Dale that catches it, he thought. Or Mitch.
The Santa screamed in a high pitch Donny guessed only molded vocal chords could accomplish. Donny leaned in and wrapped his arms around the body.
“You and me are going for a ride,” he said.
The explosion tore his chest apart. He was thrown into the air.
Donny knew he wouldn’t die but one could always hope.
Donny knew he wouldn’t meet Bella either way, but wasn’t that what wishes was created for.

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Flashes of Sanity #144: Sloppy Skin

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”That hat is one bad fashion choice,” Carl Messinger told Aresh.
Aresh laughed. Kara felt a laugh gurgle in her throat too. She stopped it. This was not the time.
They already look at me too much anyway.
She corrected the skin of her jaw. It still had her mouth open at all times showing her flesh under what was the real her. No one saw the real Kara anymore. They only saw wrinkled skin hanging on what once was human.
“You are right,” Dale Riderstorm said. “It is a terrible fashion choice.”
The man who had mocked the police for years smiled. He glanced at Kara. In contrast to everyone else he did not look away when she noticed him. He excused himself from the discussion and walked towards her.
He thinks I am a monster, Kara thought.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Dale asked.
Kara didn’t answer him and Dale took that as she didn’t mind.
Here it comes, she thought.
“I am curious of what happened to you,” Dale said. “If you feel like telling me of course.”
The question hit Kara through the chest in a sharp spear. Her heart stopped. Then it broke when she realized someone could actually go past the horridness. Then she realized that he was the Reviewer, and the cold spear turned burning within her.
What was the catch?
“I am not comfortable telling you that,” she said.
Dale nodded. He turned and put his focus on Mr. Diamond and a teenage girl.
“People think they are so good at hiding secrets,” he said. “The truth is none of them are. Everything leaks out. The truth is there for those who are willing to find it. Not that long ago there was a rumor of a man walking in other men’s skin. The rumor began when a man named Bill went from Billionaire to church rat because he suddenly couldn’t handle the economics anymore. Then it spread as a house fell apart because of a faulty carpenter known for his attention to detail. I have studied you, Kara. Just as I keep tabs on every officer in our beloved country. Lately, you have lost touch with your own passion. To me this is the closest you have been to the real Kara for several months.”
Kara’s lips tasted salt as small droplets walked under her skin. The spear turned comforting within her chest.
“Really?”
“Yes, if you need someone to talk to, you know where I am. If you know others who could need the same favor show them to me.”
Dale arose. He walked to the teenage girl and Mr. Diamond. He talked to them like nothing had happened.
But everything happened.
Kara used the inside of her skin to dry the tears and corrected the skin of her jaw again.
Further into the sewers, she heard the same devilish laughter she drowned not that long ago.

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Flashes of Sanity #140: Red Chaser

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”So this is where you met him?” Sam looked out through the broken window. Donald had had a full view of the city and all the movements on the street and in the air.
Clever, as usual, Sam thought. What did you drink to come up with that?
Probably coffee, Sam recalled. The one who needed alcohol for his ideas to flow turned to coffee after more ideas proved unnecessary. The fun guy turned dull awfully fast after that.
“Yes,” Kyle said. “I promise this is where I met him. He must have moved after you came.”
“Then this one is useless,” An elf said. “I think we should eat him just like we did to his friends.”
“Yes, I love the way they scream in my inside.”
The two elves inhaled Kyle’s legs. The pathetic example for a man shivered.
“Kyle,” Sam said. “Were there others here with your father?”
Kyle hesitated. “No.”
Sam felt warm all the way to his core. There is still hope in finding you old friend, he thought.
“Then he is yours my dear friends?”
The elves giggled. One put his teeth against Kyle’s legs. The other licked his hands. The panic in Kyle’s eye was something Sam would cherish for long.
“Wait!”
“What Kyle?”
“It was someone here with him. The Reviewer they call him.”
“The Reviewer.” Sam took another look out the window as he let the name rest on his thoughts.
They saw us on the streets and in the air, he thought. Then he smiled.
“Right where I want you.”
“Kyle, I would run if I were you,” he continued.
Kyle stared at Sam. Still paralyzed in his boots.
“I will give you a ten seconds head start before I release my two friends here.”
That snapped Kyle out of his state. He ran.
After five seconds Sam released the elvess. Then he touched his red crown.
“Go to the sewers,” he said. “And if you see my son, tell him we are winning.”

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Flashes of Sanity #137: Getaway pipe

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”This reminds me of that time we chased Don Golga.” Brutal Joe pulled his foot out from a pool of slimy water. ”And when we caught Don Golga.”
To be honest, Donny thought this reminded him of that customer that got them to close the store due to sanitary issues. Slime, piss and shit. That felt just like him.
“Who was Don Golga? Donna asked. Her interest in the two brutes had spiked since they told her they had been in the underworld longer than most.
“Someone who ended up on the wrong side of the reaper,” Cat-Scratch said.
“Yes, snitches always end up dead.”
“Snitches always end up dead,” Donna mumbled. “How many snitches have you killed?”
“More than I can count,” Cat-Scratch said.
“Well, ten is not that big of a number.”
They seemed to have moved on so quickly after Bella died. Did they even care? Donny’s thoughts flooded with Bella in a spandex suit. Her smile always shone bright.
The group halted so fast Donny walked into Donna. He looked up from the ground and saw Dale lifting his hand.
“Did you hear something?” Cat-Scratch asked.
A sharp look from Dale made him shut up immediately.
“We have a group of ten in front of us,” Dale whispered. “Sounds nothing like the elves.”
Donny sharpened his ears, and yes, voices echoed further down the tunnels.
“Should we hide?” Mitch asked.
“Where do you want us to hide?”
Mitch looked around just to realize how stupid his question was.
“What do we do then?”
“We wait and prepare for the worst.”
Donald pulled his backpack of his back. “Okay, guns. You have bullets in your backpacks. Unsecure the weapons and be ready. And remember it will only hurt them.”
Donny dug through his backpack and found one of the clips. He pushed it into his gun. His heart was beating out of his chest.
“Keep the guns hidden,” Dale said still with his hand in the air and his ears listening at the conversation further into the tunnel.. “They are cops. We do not want to seem threatening.”
“Doesn’t that mean they could be killable?” Donna asked. When it came from her it always seemed to be with a gruesome thought in mind.
“The battle should have killed those cops right away,” Dale said. “Just be ready, okay?”

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Flashes of Sanity #136: Protect the Sewers

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”I thought I heard someone breathing,” a voice said from above. Then the little goblin giggled as it threw itself at Cassandra.
Cassandra drew her gun before she thought. She fired at the approaching creature as her brain processed what her eyes and ears told her. Her bullets were joined by countless more as her squad emptied their guns into the being.
“What was that?” Aresh asked.
“I don’t know.” Cassandra stepped closer to the goblin. She reloaded. The goblin had bells on its feet, still it snuck up on them so easily.
Wonder how many more now sneaking up on them after hearing the gun shoots?
The mouth moved on the lump of blood, and Cassandra fired again as it threw itself at her. It grabbed her face.
“Merry Christmas!” It said and gnawed on her ear. It pulled her ear away.
Cassandra screamed. She pulled at the monster. The others did to, but it never came loose. It swallowed her ear. Then it went for her face again.
“Move!” Cassandra heard Kara scream.
The monster looked up just to see a pipe fall onto its head. The monster crashed to the sewer floor. Kara continued to hammer it all while the goblin laughed.
“You are not safe here. Santa is coming for you.” It stretched for Cassandra’s feet but another hit flung it further away.
“Don’t just stand there,” Kara said. “Hold it down. Tie it up.”
Cassandra watched as her crew threw themselves at the goblin. Some held the head in place, others focused on the arms and the legs. Cassandra considered gutting it to get her ear back.
Kara threw the pipe to the ground, and she cuffed the monster. Saliva got stuck on her loose lip.
Just to be sure they tied the blood lump up so it couldn’t move. The monster didn’t seem to mind.
“Merry, merry Christmas,” it sang. “We will kill you all.”
Cassandra tore off the arm of her uniform and pushed it against her ear. With the few sparks still capable of thinking, she made a decision. They would leave the safe place they had been the last few days. To where she didn’t know.
“Pack everything, we are moving. And throw the goblin in the water, that way no one can hear it at least.”

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Flashes of Sanity #134: Kyle the Survivor

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Kyle Rose had seen much. A rich life, a downfall, a failed revenge, and surviving a massacre by brain washed soldiers.
Going into hiding afterwards had been somewhat weird. Seeing your dead father appearing on the screen was weirder. Meeting said dead father also made quite the story. Seeing the one who took all your riches away being his right hand stung. Having your dead father make you head of his militia topped it all.
Kyle took his time and looked at each and everyone. His old friends. His dead friends. His new friends. And those he did not know where they stood.
“We are facing something neither of us have ever seen before,” he said.
Murderous elves was what he meant. There was no meaning in telling the soldiers. They were all too aware.
“But we are immortal, remember that! They can harm us, but they can never kill us! And you know what? Santa’s elves. That sounds like saints to me. Doesn’t it?”
He got a few nods in answer. Whether they truly believed him didn’t matter.
“We will kill them!”
Some repeated his words. Simon was one of them. That was always a good thing.
“We will kill them!” Kyle screamed it again.
He punched the silent on the shoulder. A few screams more and they were all shouting in adrenaline fueled rage.
Even Kyle believed his words now.
“Charge!” Kyle opened the door. The soldiers poured out on the street. Kyle joined them. Shouts of rage turned into screams of pain the second they walked out. Fire rained from the sleigh above. Teeth pierced their skin. Simon lost his head.
Kyle fired bullet after bullet as he saw his men fall to elves who cheerfully gnawed their skin away.
“Hi, Kyle,” a man said from above.
Kyle didn’t need to look up. He already saw the red hat on the face that once belonged to his father’s best friend. He tightened his hand around a grenade. He pulled the pin.
“I want you to tell me where your father is,” Sam wheezed in Kyle’s ear.
“Make me.”
Kyle dropped the grenade and held his breath.

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Flashes of Sanity #133: Among dumpsters

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“So sweet dreams.” The taller elf said and leaned closer to Dina. “They are so bright.”
“So warm.” His friend filled in.
Susanne shivered still regretting she asked for their help. The blood red smiles on the two from the sleigh still burned bright in her mind.
“Anymore news from the other side?” She asked Marge.
“Not much, Gool has told the world not to worry. He is in a safe space where no one can reach him. Not even aliens and their weapons of mass destruction if that was the case.”
“Do you know where that is?” Susanne flinched as the tall elf pushed his head against Dina’s hair. “Hey, she is just a child!”
The elf looked at her. He didn’t move away from her daughter.
“Yes, she is,” he said. “But her dreams tell me you already have shown her darkness.”
Within Susanne’s throat, a explosion of sour nausea surfaced. She halted.
“Can you see that?”
“Yes, and so much more. She dreams of knives in backs. And she is happy. So, warm and happy.”
The elf and Susanne stared at each other for an eternity. The elf took Dina’s hair and smelt it. Susanne took one step forward.
If you even think of smelling her again, I will kill you, she thought.
“Ignore him,” Marge pulled Susanne’s arm just as Susanne raised it in preparation for beating the elf into a pulp. “They are creatures of war, remember? They do anything to start a fight.”
“We need to get to the sewers,” Marge continued when she caught Susanne’s attention. “From there we need to get to the President’s quarters.”
“You mean what was the President’s quarters,” Mart said with a sly smile.
“No, I mean the President’s quarters. Most of it is below ground and should be intact.”
“Clever.” Susanne glared at the two elves again. They were completely high from Dina’s dreams. “Where will you go Mart?”
“I will take the sewers too, but to the city. Half of my men will join you at the President’s quarters. The other half will follow me to Mr. Diamond.”
“Can you shoot him one extra time from me?” Susanne asked. They pulled a man hole cover away.
“I will do so much more than shooting him Mrs. Queen.”
The three jumped down the sewer, and shortly after the two elves lowered a sleeping Dina.
Above them Sam flew on his sleigh. He fired at buildings and pulled all the attention to himself.

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