No I do not own the Sentinel. I lost the custody battle, but I still have weekend visitation rights. I am got stuck paying Sentinel support, so I no longer have any income. Please don't sue me.
High Priestess Lunatic
Better Late Than Never
Part One:
" Mommy, Mommy look! That's the good elf from the movie! It's Jingles Kringles!"
The little girl in the red and black plaid uniform with two long tugged on her mother's arm and pointed at the clown running through the crowded mall, knocking over vendor's carts, and Saturday afternoon shoppers.
He ran past the little girl and her mother carrying a shotgun in one hand and a pillow case size sack in the other. The little girl called out to him, and tried to jerk loose her mother's hand to get to him, but her mother hugged her close so she could not pull away.
Leapt over the heads of three people sitting on back to back benches like a track star over a hurtle. Then elbowed and kicked his way through a line of parents and children waiting to sit on Santa's lap,
Reaching the BMW Z3E parked between the fountain and Santa's village; he broke the glass in the driver's side window, opened the door, and climbed in. While he was bent under the steering wheel trying to hot wire the prize of the Cascade Police Department Charity Raffle, Detective James J. Ellison, came to a panting halt beside the car.
With both hands holding his gun steady, aimed at the alleged Kringles' head, Ellison growled, "hold your hands up where I can see them, and slowly exit the car."
The man sat up, his hands below window level reaching for the stock of the shotgun. James loudly cocked the hammer of his gun. "Make any sudden moves and you won't live to see the New Year."
James took four steps back, so he would be out of the range of the door in case it was opened suddenly in an effort to knock him off balance. The man opened the door and came out of the car, holding his hands up above his head.
The alleged Jingles Kringles was dressed like an elf. He wore a long green and red stripped knit stocking cap a crowning spike neon yellow hair, pointed ears, a green felt tunic belted with a leather cord, white tights and brown ankle boots.
James had him kneel down, with his hands on his head. Blair emerged through the crowds pushing a short Asian woman with long brown hair, and dressed like Jingles Kringles in front of him. Her hands were cuffed behind her, and he held a gun to the small of her back.
"You caught'em!"
"Was there ever a doubt?" James asked over his shoulder grinning.
"Gloating does not become you man." Blair pushed the Asian women down on her knees beside the blonde man. Taking an extra set of handcuffs from the back pocket of his blue jeans, he clipped them on the women's wrist. "What's your time?"
James glanced at his watch as he came forward, took the man by one arm, and hauled him up to his feet by his upper arm, then pulled the women up to her feet. "Two minutes, thirty six seconds flat."
After re-holstering his pistol under his left arm, Blair crawled into the black sports car. With one knee on the glass covered bucket set, and one foot on the floor he picked up the diamond jewelery that had fallen out of the sack, and put it back in the bag.
"You are so full of shit man! My watch says three minutes, twenty and a tenth!"
"You weren't even here when I made the arrest! How are you going to tell me want went down and when!"
"Hey Jim, aren't you forgetting something?" Blair emerged from the BMW with the 10 gauge shot gun tucked under one arm and he pillow sack of jewelry flung over his shoulder.
James propelled the two prisoners forward, holding one by the arm with each of his hands. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can not afford one -"
"Hey what are you doing to Jingles and Holly?"
James looked down at the chubby little boy with chocolate stains around his mouth, a thick foot long peppermint stick in each grubby fist, and wearing in the dark blue sweater and blue jeans.
"Don't you know better than to wonder off by yourself?" he demanded. "Where are your parents?"
The blonde man bent forward and stage whispered to the little boy. "He's a goblin! He's taking us to Grum's lair! Run away boy, or you'll end up in the dragon's belly too!"
"Hurry! Tell Santa to sent help quick!" the Asian women chimed in. "The short one has the keys to the chest of Christmas Magic in that sack! If we don't get it back Christmas will never come!"
"Hey who you calling short?" Blair looked down on the Asian women's head as he caught up to James' side. "Why don't you exercise your right to remain silent?"
"Save us! SAVE US!" the blonde man shouted to the mall at large. "For the love of Claus and Christmas SAVE US!"
"Shut up damnit" James shook the blonde man. "You're not a elf!"
THWACK!
The little boy smack James across the knees the foot long, two inch thick stick of peppermint candy he had in his hands. James fell to the ground with a shout of pain, taking the blonde man and the Asian women with him.
"Hey stop that!" Blair dropped the shotgun and the sack and grabbed the little boy by the back of his sweater. He pulled him up from the floor where he had been beating James with the broken candy cane.
Picking the boy up, Blair held the heavy squirming mass of fighting five year old off of James. "We're police officers! They're criminals! We're arresting them! We're the good guys! Stop kicking me!"
"HELP! THE GOBLIN GOT ME! HE'S HEMLOCK THE GOBLIN!"
"Save Christmas! Save us!" the blonde man continued to shout. He stood up and tried to run, but James tackled him and pulled him back by the arm.
"He's Hemlock the Goblin! They're both Goblins!" the asian women added. James grabbed her by her waist long braid of brown hair and pulled her back to his side as she tried to crawl toward the dropped shotgun.
"THEY'RE TRYING TO STEAL THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS! THEY'RE TAKING JINGLES AND HOLLY TO GRUM'S LAIR -"
"Will you SHUT UP!" Blair shouted covering the boy's mouth with one hand, but it was to late.
As one, all the little children who had been waiting to see Santa Claus broke away from their parents. They rushed at James and Blair waving the long thick candy canes they had been given by Santa's helpers like clubs screaming in high pitched outrage.
"Oh shit." Blair dropped the little boy he was holding, only to be kicked in the shins. While he was jumping up and down on one foot, holding his injured leg, fifty children under ten barreled into him. Blair was knocked flat on his back. He brought his hands up to cover his face as the children began to beat him with candy canes, little fists and feet.
Rolling into a fetal ball, Blair tried to protect his head and stomach. While the other children attacked Blair the chubby boy with the bowl haircut pulled the pistol out of it's holster. He was close, Blair's arm covered head was at his feet. There was no need to take aim, the other children were not really in the way. He fired the gun.
Startled by the loud unexpected noise the children scattered like kicked chickens, running back to their parents crying in fear. The surrounding adults fell to the floor reflexively hoping not to be shot.
The only people left standing near Blair's body were James, and the little boy with the gun in his hands.
"I shot him. I shot Hemlock the Goblin." The little boy dropped the gun, and it clattered on the floor, and was quickly surrounded by blood, pooling on the floor. "I saved Christmas."
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This story was inspired by WindDancer's Unchained Aggression, (http://www.geocities.com/sentinelfl/FanFicPage.htm) well sort of.
Comments, and Chinese Crispy Chicken are welcome.
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