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Crimson Christmas. HOS fic.

Depression hangs in the air for the creature of Hell that live at Howl O Scream. Most people are too busy with all the Christmas business to go to Busch Gardens at night to get scared, not that people want to get scared during Christmas ether. So most of the Hellish ghouls, creatures, and transsexual dancers get disband to their homes, or to the streets, which is a big mistake. Some hell beings can resist killing, and can live normal lives till January, but others, wait for the opportunity to kill without having the workers on their ass, yelling at them. It was their time to enjoy the holidays.

"Yo Jess! Hand me some of those black ornaments!" Zack called, snapping me out of my trance.

"Huh? Oh yeah, ornaments." I picked up the box of shinny black pearl-like ornaments.  Because of our Haunting heritage, Zack, Dylan, Tips, and Hamelle have all agreed we should by a tree and decorate it with black, orange, green, purple, and other Halloween colors. Then put a pumpkin craved with the three slashers,Freddy, Jason, and Micheal Myers on it. Which will be Hamelle's job, cause she's good with a knife. I sighed and closed my book, which was full of stories and poems by Edgar Allen Pe, I was in the middle of reading my favorite poem, Bells.

"Jessie, where are you going?" Hamelle asked, turning so I could she the orange pumpkin pulp splattered all over her apron and the huge knife.

"Just going to get a drink from the kitchen." I said. I made my way out of the living room and to the Kitchen. Tips was in there decorating Christmas cookies.

"Hey Jess!" She waved. I waved back. "Look I made a heart cookie for you!" She showed my the cookie that was in the shape of a heart, not the organ. "See, now you can eat the heart up!" she laughed, I chuckled.

"Actually, we eat their heart out, not up."

Tips nodded, "Of course! Thats why I made this!" She held up a cookie that was shaped like a human with a hole where is heart was, and red frosting was dripping from it. "See, you ate his heart  out!"  I laughed.

"Very creative, Tips." Tips blushed till her cheeks matched her hair. I walked to the refrigerator, and pulled out a carton of orange,peach, mango juice and poured a generous amount. Zack, Dylan, and I shared the house. I sleep on the couch while Dylan and Zackary...sleep together.

"Jess, are you alright?" Tips asked worriedly. I looked down at my hands and noticed the glass was shaking in my hand, small trickles of juices flowed over the glass and over my hand. I poured the rest of the juice in the sink and licked the droplet on my hand.

"I'm going out." I said, and before Tips could say anything, I was out the door.

My boots crunched against the frost covered concrete path. Frosty rain fell in small drops, I could see my breath puff in and out. Shivers ran up and down my body, I was dressed in my usual stuff, except under my Grey messenger clothes was a black n white striped hoodie. It was cold, dark, and rainy, and I shouldn't have been out. I licked my dry lips, my hands buried deep in my denim jean pockets. I walked by an ally way,and heard a loud crash.

S-stop! What are you doing!?

Quit bitch!

Another crash, and from what I hear, it sounds like a man is beating a woman.

P-please stop! I have to get home to my kids!

The woman was pleading now.

Well your kids might have to spend Christmas with daddy!

The male voice mocked. I began to grow furious.

But, my husband died...

She was sobbing now.

I don't care!

That set my off. I burst into the ally, breathing heavily.

"Get away from her...now." I snarled. The man snickered, and let go of the woman.

"Well, we got a little hero out you do we?" He grinned a twisted grin. My breath reappeared and disappeared quickly, proving how hard and fast I was breathing. The man took out a gun and aimed it at me. I ran forward. There was a defining shot, and a scream.

     ....

"W-why aren't you dead?" The man sputtered, his gun was directly aimed at my heart. I looked up, my black abyss eyes leered at him. My red pupils danced with dark glee. My lips curved into a sickening, twisted smile. My black bone printed hand gripped his neck, and slowly began to grip tighter.

  "I can't die!" and with that, and used my other hand to tear his head off by his hair. He let out an ear shattering scream that made my heart race, it sounded so delicious! I wanted more! But the sound completely cut off as his head dropped to the dirty ground, his body joined shortly.  Blood stained my clothes and the ground I turned to the woman, who was crying hysterically.

"You might want to leave, right now." I growled. She nodded, but before she was out of my sight I called her again, she turned to me like a deer caught in head lights. "None of this ever happened...got it?" She said nothing. "GOT IT??" I snapped. She nodded frantically and ran off. I look down at the bleeding body, I flipped him over, so his chest was  exposed to me. I clenched my fist and with the force of a crazy bus driver, punched him hard in the ribs. Bones snapped under my fist, i then unclenched my fist and dug my skelly printed fingers into his chest, blood flowed through my fingers as I found what i was looking for...his heart.
  The organ was still warms and I squeezed it lightly, a large amount of blood shot from the limp veins. I pressed the heart to my lips and took a huge bite, chewing the tough organ in my mouth and swallowing, course his heart taste like dirt. This man was the scum of the earth! He deserves what ever Satan gives him. I then stuffed the rest of the heart in my mouth, hearts don't taste good when they're cold. Blood dribbled down my chin as I chewed the muscular organ, savoring the warms taste of human hart in my mouth, though it pumped sinful blood though that man's body. Which I gazed at, uninterested. I kicked his head into a near by dumpster, where he belonged. Then I took out my pocket knife and carved a number 13 in his back with dove wings, a classic messenger symbol. Then threw that in  septet dumpster.  And walked home, while the song "White Christmas" played from the city speakers.

Description
Crimson Christmas. HOS fic.

Depression hangs in the air for the creature of Hell that live at Howl O Scream. Most people are too busy with all the Christmas business to go to Busch Gardens at night to get scared, not that people want to get scared during Christmas ether. So most of the Hellish ghouls, creatures, and transsexual dancers get disband to their homes, or to the streets, which is a big mistake. Some hell beings can resist killing, and can live normal lives till January, but others, wait for the opportunity to kill without having the workers on their ass, yelling at them. It was their time to enjoy the holidays.

"Yo Jess! Hand me some of those black ornaments!" Zack called, snapping me out of my trance.

"Huh? Oh yeah, ornaments." I picked up the box of shinny black pearl-like ornaments.  Because of our Haunting heritage, Zack, Dylan, Tips, and Hamelle have all agreed we should by a tree and decorate it with black, orange, green, purple, and other Halloween colors. Then put a pumpkin craved with the three slashers,Freddy, Jason, and Micheal Myers on it. Which will be Hamelle's job, cause she's good with a knife. I sighed and closed my book, which was full of stories and poems by Edgar Allen Pe, I was in the middle of reading my favorite poem, Bells.

"Jessie, where are you going?" Hamelle asked, turning so I could she the orange pumpkin pulp splattered all over her apron and the huge knife.

"Just going to get a drink from the kitchen." I said. I made my way out of the living room and to the Kitchen. Tips was in there decorating Christmas cookies.

"Hey Jess!" She waved. I waved back. "Look I made a heart cookie for you!" She showed my the cookie that was in the shape of a heart, not the organ. "See, now you can eat the heart up!" she laughed, I chuckled.

"Actually, we eat their heart out, not up."

Tips nodded, "Of course! Thats why I made this!" She held up a cookie that was shaped like a human with a hole where is heart was, and red frosting was dripping from it. "See, you ate his heart  out!"  I laughed.

"Very creative, Tips." Tips blushed till her cheeks matched her hair. I walked to the refrigerator, and pulled out a carton of orange,peach, mango juice and poured a generous amount. Zack, Dylan, and I shared the house. I sleep on the couch while Dylan and Zackary...sleep together.

"Jess, are you alright?" Tips asked worriedly. I looked down at my hands and noticed the glass was shaking in my hand, small trickles of juices flowed over the glass and over my hand. I poured the rest of the juice in the sink and licked the droplet on my hand.

"I'm going out." I said, and before Tips could say anything, I was out the door.

My boots crunched against the frost covered concrete path. Frosty rain fell in small drops, I could see my breath puff in and out. Shivers ran up and down my body, I was dressed in my usual stuff, except under my Grey messenger clothes was a black n white striped hoodie. It was cold, dark, and rainy, and I shouldn't have been out. I licked my dry lips, my hands buried deep in my denim jean pockets. I walked by an ally way,and heard a loud crash.

S-stop! What are you doing!?

Quit bitch!

Another crash, and from what I hear, it sounds like a man is beating a woman.

P-please stop! I have to get home to my kids!

The woman was pleading now.

Well your kids might have to spend Christmas with daddy!

The male voice mocked. I began to grow furious.

But, my husband died...

She was sobbing now.

I don't care!

That set my off. I burst into the ally, breathing heavily.

"Get away from her...now." I snarled. The man snickered, and let go of the woman.

"Well, we got a little hero out you do we?" He grinned a twisted grin. My breath reappeared and disappeared quickly, proving how hard and fast I was breathing. The man took out a gun and aimed it at me. I ran forward. There was a defining shot, and a scream.

     ....

"W-why aren't you dead?" The man sputtered, his gun was directly aimed at my heart. I looked up, my black abyss eyes leered at him. My red pupils danced with dark glee. My lips curved into a sickening, twisted smile. My black bone printed hand gripped his neck, and slowly began to grip tighter.

  "I can't die!" and with that, and used my other hand to tear his head off by his hair. He let out an ear shattering scream that made my heart race, it sounded so delicious! I wanted more! But the sound completely cut off as his head dropped to the dirty ground, his body joined shortly.  Blood stained my clothes and the ground I turned to the woman, who was crying hysterically.

"You might want to leave, right now." I growled. She nodded, but before she was out of my sight I called her again, she turned to me like a deer caught in head lights. "None of this ever happened...got it?" She said nothing. "GOT IT??" I snapped. She nodded frantically and ran off. I look down at the bleeding body, I flipped him over, so his chest was  exposed to me. I clenched my fist and with the force of a crazy bus driver, punched him hard in the ribs. Bones snapped under my fist, i then unclenched my fist and dug my skelly printed fingers into his chest, blood flowed through my fingers as I found what i was looking for...his heart.
  The organ was still warms and I squeezed it lightly, a large amount of blood shot from the limp veins. I pressed the heart to my lips and took a huge bite, chewing the tough organ in my mouth and swallowing, course his heart taste like dirt. This man was the scum of the earth! He deserves what ever Satan gives him. I then stuffed the rest of the heart in my mouth, hearts don't taste good when they're cold. Blood dribbled down my chin as I chewed the muscular organ, savoring the warms taste of human hart in my mouth, though it pumped sinful blood though that man's body. Which I gazed at, uninterested. I kicked his head into a near by dumpster, where he belonged. Then I took out my pocket knife and carved a number 13 in his back with dove wings, a classic messenger symbol. Then threw that in  septet dumpster.  And walked home, while the song "White Christmas" played from the city speakers.