North Pole vs North Korea

Shrapnel cut into an elf's spleen like a rock through water. He grunted in pain. A bullet flew past his head grazing his pointed ear. It hits the snow where thousands of elves and North Korean soldiers clash on this cold winter's night, where the sky lights up with fire. Elf heads, hands, and hats fly high in the air.

“GO GO GO!” cired the general in a small squeaky voice.

Hundreds of elves charge with automatic rifles up the snowy trench. One elf trips and several bullets zip into him. The small stern general whipped blood from his face, roughly combing against the scar from his left eye.

“Those bastards!” he said quietly. He pulled a revolver from his waist. The heater was as big as the fun-sized leader. “Holly jolly fuck this!” the elf cried.

Appearing high above the tiny general, a korean soldier cocks his gun.

“Oh shit!” the general swung fast emptying his gun, puncturing the soldier’s face with gashing holes until his body plunged to the powdery nightal.

“Sir! Sir!” a chubby elf cried, sprinting into a secret room. A large man with a face full of snow white hair quickly turns his attention to his helium sounding friend.

“What happened Anthony?”

“They jammed all our communications!”

“Fuck!” the large man exclaimed. He’s usually so jolly, however the North Korean’s came to visit for the holidays.

“What is it Santa?” the voice of a young twelve year old sitting behind a large yellow desk covered by an even larger map of the globe. He is joined by his mother who carries a worried expression.

“The Korean’s have us pinned Jeremy.” Santa frowned.

The ground above them shakes. Small flecks of dirt sprinkle down on the map.

“I don’t know how much longer we can stay in this bunker.” The small fat elf said.

“We still have food to last us several weeks.”

“But Santa, what if they find us?” asked the boy.

Santa’s sad glassy eyes examine the frightened look on Jeremy’s face. He lifts his large round body from his small chair, and kneeled down to console the scared child.

“Jeremey, when you brought your mother here, to prove I was real...well that was the most ambitious move I have ever seen from a boy. Young man, I am as powerful as I am because of children’s beliefs.” he rests his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “But only you and a small few still believe in me. I don’t know how I can keep you safe.” A tear fell from the jolly man’s eyes and slid down his large bumpy nose where it wets his beard.

“Santa…” Jeremy said confidently. “I still believe in you. And I believe if you wanted, you can stop this.”

Santa pulled back with sorrow.

“He’s right Santa.” the elf beside him whispered.

Several korean soldiers are blown sky high. One comes crashing back to earth where his body is impaled by reindeer antlers. Blood falls on all sides of Rudolph's face where he grunts and charges for more carnage.

The general loads his revolver when a bullet skids across his arm. He loses the flashy metal toy. It lands next to a large round lump of snow where a long branch wraps around the device like fingers. The elf general’s eyes travel up the snowman dazzled.

“Need a hand bud?” he asked with a rough scorn in his voice. Several Koreans are gunned down in horrific blood showers. “Happy birthday!” yelled Frosty. Heavy booms burst from the end of the revolver where bullets spread out, erasing any form of human appearance.

“Ant...if I use that, everyone will die.” Santa lowered his head in shame. Shame that he even has this weapon. “I don’t have enough space in here for everyone, and the blast radius is too much.”

“We might not have a choice, Crinkle!”

The boy pulled himself from his mother's arms.

“What are you talking about Santa?”

Santa and Anthoney looked at each other. Unsure of the truth he is about to admit.

“Jeremy...my slay is a bomb.”

The boy’s eyes extend with pure surprise.

“Why did you make it Santa?” Jeremy’s voice grew louder.

Santa looked down, guilty.

“I don’t know. You just get so caught up in the world and…” his voice trailed off. Jeremy’s anger bubbled so high, he wanted to hit him.

“Jeremy!” his mother finally said. She sullenly approached her loving son and the man she never thought was real. “Santa.” She paused. Before saying another word, she reflected on this whole situation. “You have to use it.”

“Mom?!”

“Jeremy please!” she barked, hushing the boy. “I am not going to let anything happen to my son. If you have a way to put an end to this...please.” her voice cracks when tears topple down her cheeks. “Save my son!”

Santa lifted his eyes. So tired. Everything just feels so heavy.

High above the battle, a sound came from far away.

Zooming in at several hundreds miles per hour, is Santa’s slay.

A burst of yellow engulfed the entire North Pole.

The cold air blew over the decimated corpses that lay on the still crystalline land. Santa breaths his way out through a steel latch. Jeremy, his mother, and Anthony follow. The devastation is immense. The jolly red man’s glassy chinks welled up with tears that never fall. He leaned down, and weezed hard when his large lumpy hand scooped up snow.

“All of this…” It crumbled in his sweaty palm. “FOR THIS!” His temper boiled and tossed the snow where it sparkled and shined, on this very Merry Christmas Morning.

THE END