Johnny sighed. "It seems as if the holidays are upon us, Squeegee. I hate Christmas. It's always like this, the rushing around; trying to buy up toys for those uncaring little wastrels of children these people work so hard to impress. Christmas is a terrible waste of time."
Squee just looked up at Johnny with that oh-so-child-like look of pure terror upon his face. This look had not left him since the scary neighbor man had found him lost in the mall, deserted by his mother. He said nothing, though; just squeezed Shmee harder.
"It's about time I showed these pathetic piles of wasted matter just that." Johnny muttered. He then stood up on a decorated box in the very center of the mall.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! I am sure that many of you are here for Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa shopping." He paused for dramatic effect, then continued. "Unlike all of you, I detest the holidays. I find that they are a waste of precious time and money.
"Therefore, in the spirit of the holidays, I'm going to give each and every one of you a very special present. And I'm scarce sure many of you will grasp the real gift behind it." Johnny grinned and pulled out from his backpack a few knives and some vicious-looking hooks.
"This present is so very illusionistic that you will hate me; even curse me for bestowing it upon your filthy, undeserving heads. But I promise you that, in time, you will thank me for it."
Johnny then muttered, even whispered to himself. "After all, no one here besides me has ever seen Heaven or Hell." He grinned, and with that, he threw the first knife.
A woman fell, screaming, under its impact. Her red dress, which seemed to be a second skin holding in her incredible amount of tubby flaps of flesh, was quickly stained in her bloodflow.
While she writhed in pain and torment, Johnny chucked the rest of his blades at a choir. Several of the assembly bent over in pain and cried out as they felt the steel invade their skin.
Johnny then went up the escalator to a small landing outside the second story of a attached nearby department store. He rigged up a series of hooks that would drop and implant themselves in the flesh of a victim down below who initiated the trigger on the floor.
These proved to be a great success as Johnny danced down the hallway in the other direction with a handful of grenades. Blow after blow resounded as he threw them, followed by furies of severed body parts. Arms, legs, feet, and heads catapulted out from the direction of the blast. They fell everywhere, even going so far as to land in boxes being wrapped up by mechanical robots, then being shipped off to unsuspecting mall-goers who would discover a great surprise come Christmas morning when they opened their presents.
As the last wisps of smoke and blood cleared, Johnny could be seen holding Squee's shaking, terrified hand and walking towards and through the cracked, shattered glass front doors. On a second though, Johnny turned back and waved at the moaning, crying, mutilated shoppers.
"Happy Holidays!" he declared and walked away with Squee in tow.