Santa sits in his checking out naughty and nice people in Texas. The computer screen has hundreds of green and red dots covering the state map. Santa was about to leave the page when he sees one red and green dot next to each other flashing.
"Computer, zoom into that location."
The computer changes screens to show a man and woman arguing and the guys appear highly volatile. The woman rushes out of the room crying.
Santa disturbed by the image, looks below it to identify the location.
"Computer, Pull up the records for those two. Make hard copies."
Santa gets up and heads to his bedroom. He walks in to see his wife sitting there reading. She looks up to see the concerned look on his face.
"What's wrong, dear?"
"Same old story. "He said with disgust and disappointment. "Some guy is abusing his girlfriend. I'm printing out the reports to look at. In the morning, I'll see what's going on."
The morning coffee did nothing to refresh Santa. He studied the reports and found them sickingly commonplace. Another boyfriend abusing his girl. She's doing everything for him and he's doing nothing to show his appreciation for her. But, this case was different. The girl showed great inner strength and worked through the boyfriends abuse to become a better person. She was resilient. But,she was cracking under the pressure put on her and on herself.
Santa thought long and hard about them as he went through the day. He really wanted to take this guy outside and beat some sense into him. But, with all the demands and responsibilities of Christmas season starting up. He simply didn't have the time for a personal crusade.
That night while in his office, Santa and his senior elves were finishing up the order for building supplies. In the middle of the meeting, Santa's face lit up.
"Peter! "Santa said out loud with enthusiasm. "I'll call peter back to handle the situation."
"Peter!" Octavious said with shock." He couldn't catch flies with a skyscraper full of flypaper."
Santa smiled to himself at the thought of his former stick-figured sidekick fighting a man three times his size.
"Not him, The first Peter."
All three elves faces lit up in horror. The thought of the hideous demon scared everyone at the North Pole. The devil-like monster had been defeated in battle by Saint Nicolas centuries ago and became his servant. Over time, Nicolas felt Peter was too frightening and violent for his own good and sent him away.
"Peter's perfect. He'll scare the hell out of Ryan and hopefully straighten him out."
Octavious looked up to Santa "But, he'll scare everyone on sight."
Santa thought for a moment. "I'll fix that. Now, leave so I can call Peter"
The room quickly cleared. Santa looked toward the lit fireplace.
"Peter! I have work for you. Come to me. Let's talk business."
The flames shot up, becoming an inferno. A small figure formed inside the fire and stepped out of the fireplace. It quickly grew in size and stood before Santa. The fire quickly subsided as the two figures stood face to face.
Santa was unfazed by the 8 foot devil. The long horns and hellish appearence was a blessing for scaring children straight hundreds of years ago in his early days of St. Nicolas. But, wouldn't be as effective in today’s world of warfare and violence.
"What is it you seek?" The monster said in a rough deep voice.
"I seek your help in taming the naughty. "Santa said without emotion in his voice."
"Children getting out of hand, old man?"
Santa didn't flinch at the insult from his former adversary. "No children. It's the adults that need taming."
Peter's eyes and demeanor lit up. "Really! I can do what I want with them?"
"There's no killing or bloodshed. Other then that, do what's necessary to deliver the message."
Santa looked at the apocalyptic creature. “We’ll have to change your image. I can't have you going around looking like that.
With a snap of his fingers, the monster started shrinking and transforming. Within moments, the monster was no bigger then Santa.
His devilish appearance was replaced by a handsome young man with dark complexion.
"I look gruesome." The mutated monster said in disgust.
"Nonsense. "Santa said laughing out loud. "You'll blend right in."
"What about my powers?" The demon asked.
"You still have them. You'll still be conjuring nightmares that'll haunt people forever."
That made Peter light up with a sinister grin that would have made Satan himself smile. "Now, tell me. Who has pissed you off so much that you brought me back from the underworld to do your bidding again?"
Santa went back to his computer and hit a few keys and "print". The printer printed out three pages and Santa handed them over to Peter. "That's everything you need to know about Ryan and Claudette."
Peter looked at Ryan's long list of offenses and abuse to his girlfriend. “This Ryan likes to bully his girl. Too bad he crossed the line. He's mine, now. It's time to show Ryan what happens to repeat offenders of Santa's naughty list."
With that bold proclamation, he started his loud sinister laugh and disappeared into the fireplace where he came from. The fire shot up briefly and quickly went back to normal.
Octavious picked that moment to come back into the office. "Is he gone?"
"Yes, he's gone to Texas to turn up the heat on Ryan. For his sake, I hope he learns his lesson quickly."
Claudette was crying at the insults that Ryan was bombarding her with. He was constantly badgering her about her weight.
"It's never-ending torture." She thought to herself. "If not one thing, it's another. Whatever I do, I can't please him."
Ryan looked at Claudette." I'm going to bed. Finish the laundry, and then come to bed."
"But, there's three loads and I'm exhausted"
"So?" He said coldheartedly. Then, left the room.
Exhausted from a double shift at work and crying from the abuse. She went over to the wash area and started the 1st of three loads.
Ryan lay in bed waiting for Claudette to get to bed. It had been over an hour and he was getting highly impatient. He was about to go get her when he heard a voice.
"Ryan. I've come to deliver you a message from my boss."
Ryan looks up and sees a dark skinned stranger standing in his bedroom. "I'll kick your ass if you don't get out."
The man was much smaller then Ryan. But, showed no signs of fear. The two look at each other with their eyes locked.
Ryan was perplexed. Most people his size feared him. This man stood there, as if it was his room.
Ryan got out of bed to approach the stranger. Took his eyes off him briefly to find a weapon of some kind on the night stand. Finding none, he turns his attention back to the stranger to find him gone.
In his place stood Claudette. She was dressed in a revealing red nightgown with white” Christmas like" trim.
"Did you see him?" He asked her.
"No ones here except you and me." She said it with a devilish twinkle that implied she had plans.
"Must have been dreaming." He concluded." What took you so long? I fell asleep waiting for you."
Without hesitation he commented." Get you ass over here and give me a good rub down."
"That's my intention. To take real good care of you."
Even though Ryan never feared Claudette, she's never been so willing to massage him before. Only when she was drunk could he get her in the mood for anything.
Ryan pulled off his shirt and laid face down to expose his back to Claudette's tender hands. She started at his shoulders and started working the tension out.
A few minutes passed and Ryan was getting relaxed. It was the best massage he'd ever gotten. He was close to dozing off in a state of bliss.
Without warning, Claudette's fingernails dug into Ryan's back and raked him from his shoulders down. Ryan yelped in pain. He quickly turned over and threw Claudette to the side of the room. He stood up and walked over to her.
Without hesitation, he reached back to slap her for the transgression. He hand moved quickly to her face.
Instantly, shocking Ryan, her hand shot up and grabbed his hand. The impact sounded like thunder.” Not today, dear. Today, I call the shots."
Her voice changed from the sweet girl he knew to a deeper voice that defiantly wasn't hers. His right arm firmly held in place by her, he went to slap her with his left.
Claudette grabbed that arm just as easily as the 1st. Ryan struggled with all his strength to free himself from the young woman with no luck.
"You have been abusive to me for years. Today, you're the bitch that's getting slapped around." Her knee shot up to his groin area, stunning him. Then, she let's go of his arms and slaps him across the face. The force of the blow was so great, he spun around and fell to the floor. He believed his jaw broke from the impact. He started to stand up again to fight for his life against his lover. Her foot kicked him in the side of the head, knocking him to the floor.
The blow had flipped him over. He laid on his stomach in severe pain, unable to move. He was terrified and feared for his life as the young woman grabbed his hair and lifted his battered and bruised head from the floor.
"Now that I have your attention, I have a message from the boss. He wants you to wake up and start treating Claudette and everyone else with more respect. He's sick and tired of all this abuse and it stops now."
She releases his hair and his head helplessly drops to the floor. The last thing he hears before the impact knocks him unconscious was "Now, wake up."
Ryan sits up in bed, Dripping in sweat. He quickly looks around to see he's alone in his bedroom. Still shaking from the nightmare, he gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom to shower.
Several minutes later, Ryan has calmed himself down realizing it was only a bad dream. He climbed out of the shower and stood in front of the sink to towel off.
On the corner of the sink, he notices a postcard with Christmas pictures on it. He picks it up and reads it:
"Be good! I'll be watching." The card was signed Mr.
Ryan flips the card over to see another message. It was written much rougher then the neatly typed out front. It simply stated:" I'll be watching, too."
Instantly upon reading the card, it catches fire in his hand. Ryan drops it to the floor. He hears Claudette's laughter and looks to the mirror in front of him. Her image is in the mirror laughing at him. On the mirror, written in the condensation are the words. "I'll be watching."
Panicked and thinking it's a trick. He wipes the mirror dry. The laughter deepens and the image on the mirror transforms into a dark-skinned young man then into the hellish creature that Santa called Peter.
One last burst of laughter from Peter as he disappeared from sight. Ryan knew his actions unleashed a demon. He knew if he didn't change, the demon would return.
He got dressed and went back to bed. Claudette was there waiting for him.
"Where were you? I got here as soon as I could." She said.
Not sure if she was real or not. He didn't want to take chances. He told her it was a bad dream and laid down next to her. Instead of the sensual evening he planned, he told her he wasn't feeling well and needed sleep.
She moved over for him and he turned over to sleep. In his mind, he replayed the shower scene. Just as he was about doze off. He heard the faint echo of Peter's voice:
"I'll be watching....I'll be watching."
Exhausted and unable to stay awake any longer, Ryan falls asleep knowing that Santa's watching and there's a new sheriff at the North Pole.
At the North Pole, Santa peeks in on Ryan.
"Yes, Ryan. Sleep well. Tomorrow's a new day. You'll need to work hard to get off the naughty list. Otherwise, the sheriff is coming back for you."
With that proclamation. Santa laughs. From the fireplace, can be heard the faint laughter of Santa's new sheriff, Black Pete.
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"Computer, zoom into that location."
The computer changes screens to show a man and woman arguing and the guys appear highly volatile. The woman rushes out of the room crying.
Santa disturbed by the image, looks below it to identify the location.
"Computer, Pull up the records for those two. Make hard copies."
Santa gets up and heads to his bedroom. He walks in to see his wife sitting there reading. She looks up to see the concerned look on his face.
"What's wrong, dear?"
"Same old story. "He said with disgust and disappointment. "Some guy is abusing his girlfriend. I'm printing out the reports to look at. In the morning, I'll see what's going on."
The morning coffee did nothing to refresh Santa. He studied the reports and found them sickingly commonplace. Another boyfriend abusing his girl. She's doing everything for him and he's doing nothing to show his appreciation for her. But, this case was different. The girl showed great inner strength and worked through the boyfriends abuse to become a better person. She was resilient. But,she was cracking under the pressure put on her and on herself.
Santa thought long and hard about them as he went through the day. He really wanted to take this guy outside and beat some sense into him. But, with all the demands and responsibilities of Christmas season starting up. He simply didn't have the time for a personal crusade.
That night while in his office, Santa and his senior elves were finishing up the order for building supplies. In the middle of the meeting, Santa's face lit up.
"Peter! "Santa said out loud with enthusiasm. "I'll call peter back to handle the situation."
"Peter!" Octavious said with shock." He couldn't catch flies with a skyscraper full of flypaper."
Santa smiled to himself at the thought of his former stick-figured sidekick fighting a man three times his size.
"Not him, The first Peter."
All three elves faces lit up in horror. The thought of the hideous demon scared everyone at the North Pole. The devil-like monster had been defeated in battle by Saint Nicolas centuries ago and became his servant. Over time, Nicolas felt Peter was too frightening and violent for his own good and sent him away.
"Peter's perfect. He'll scare the hell out of Ryan and hopefully straighten him out."
Octavious looked up to Santa "But, he'll scare everyone on sight."
Santa thought for a moment. "I'll fix that. Now, leave so I can call Peter"
The room quickly cleared. Santa looked toward the lit fireplace.
"Peter! I have work for you. Come to me. Let's talk business."
The flames shot up, becoming an inferno. A small figure formed inside the fire and stepped out of the fireplace. It quickly grew in size and stood before Santa. The fire quickly subsided as the two figures stood face to face.
Santa was unfazed by the 8 foot devil. The long horns and hellish appearence was a blessing for scaring children straight hundreds of years ago in his early days of St. Nicolas. But, wouldn't be as effective in today’s world of warfare and violence.
"What is it you seek?" The monster said in a rough deep voice.
"I seek your help in taming the naughty. "Santa said without emotion in his voice."
"Children getting out of hand, old man?"
Santa didn't flinch at the insult from his former adversary. "No children. It's the adults that need taming."
Peter's eyes and demeanor lit up. "Really! I can do what I want with them?"
"There's no killing or bloodshed. Other then that, do what's necessary to deliver the message."
Santa looked at the apocalyptic creature. “We’ll have to change your image. I can't have you going around looking like that.
With a snap of his fingers, the monster started shrinking and transforming. Within moments, the monster was no bigger then Santa.
His devilish appearance was replaced by a handsome young man with dark complexion.
"I look gruesome." The mutated monster said in disgust.
"Nonsense. "Santa said laughing out loud. "You'll blend right in."
"What about my powers?" The demon asked.
"You still have them. You'll still be conjuring nightmares that'll haunt people forever."
That made Peter light up with a sinister grin that would have made Satan himself smile. "Now, tell me. Who has pissed you off so much that you brought me back from the underworld to do your bidding again?"
Santa went back to his computer and hit a few keys and "print". The printer printed out three pages and Santa handed them over to Peter. "That's everything you need to know about Ryan and Claudette."
Peter looked at Ryan's long list of offenses and abuse to his girlfriend. “This Ryan likes to bully his girl. Too bad he crossed the line. He's mine, now. It's time to show Ryan what happens to repeat offenders of Santa's naughty list."
With that bold proclamation, he started his loud sinister laugh and disappeared into the fireplace where he came from. The fire shot up briefly and quickly went back to normal.
Octavious picked that moment to come back into the office. "Is he gone?"
"Yes, he's gone to Texas to turn up the heat on Ryan. For his sake, I hope he learns his lesson quickly."
Claudette was crying at the insults that Ryan was bombarding her with. He was constantly badgering her about her weight.
"It's never-ending torture." She thought to herself. "If not one thing, it's another. Whatever I do, I can't please him."
Ryan looked at Claudette." I'm going to bed. Finish the laundry, and then come to bed."
"But, there's three loads and I'm exhausted"
"So?" He said coldheartedly. Then, left the room.
Exhausted from a double shift at work and crying from the abuse. She went over to the wash area and started the 1st of three loads.
Ryan lay in bed waiting for Claudette to get to bed. It had been over an hour and he was getting highly impatient. He was about to go get her when he heard a voice.
"Ryan. I've come to deliver you a message from my boss."
Ryan looks up and sees a dark skinned stranger standing in his bedroom. "I'll kick your ass if you don't get out."
The man was much smaller then Ryan. But, showed no signs of fear. The two look at each other with their eyes locked.
Ryan was perplexed. Most people his size feared him. This man stood there, as if it was his room.
Ryan got out of bed to approach the stranger. Took his eyes off him briefly to find a weapon of some kind on the night stand. Finding none, he turns his attention back to the stranger to find him gone.
In his place stood Claudette. She was dressed in a revealing red nightgown with white” Christmas like" trim.
"Did you see him?" He asked her.
"No ones here except you and me." She said it with a devilish twinkle that implied she had plans.
"Must have been dreaming." He concluded." What took you so long? I fell asleep waiting for you."
Without hesitation he commented." Get you ass over here and give me a good rub down."
"That's my intention. To take real good care of you."
Even though Ryan never feared Claudette, she's never been so willing to massage him before. Only when she was drunk could he get her in the mood for anything.
Ryan pulled off his shirt and laid face down to expose his back to Claudette's tender hands. She started at his shoulders and started working the tension out.
A few minutes passed and Ryan was getting relaxed. It was the best massage he'd ever gotten. He was close to dozing off in a state of bliss.
Without warning, Claudette's fingernails dug into Ryan's back and raked him from his shoulders down. Ryan yelped in pain. He quickly turned over and threw Claudette to the side of the room. He stood up and walked over to her.
Without hesitation, he reached back to slap her for the transgression. He hand moved quickly to her face.
Instantly, shocking Ryan, her hand shot up and grabbed his hand. The impact sounded like thunder.” Not today, dear. Today, I call the shots."
Her voice changed from the sweet girl he knew to a deeper voice that defiantly wasn't hers. His right arm firmly held in place by her, he went to slap her with his left.
Claudette grabbed that arm just as easily as the 1st. Ryan struggled with all his strength to free himself from the young woman with no luck.
"You have been abusive to me for years. Today, you're the bitch that's getting slapped around." Her knee shot up to his groin area, stunning him. Then, she let's go of his arms and slaps him across the face. The force of the blow was so great, he spun around and fell to the floor. He believed his jaw broke from the impact. He started to stand up again to fight for his life against his lover. Her foot kicked him in the side of the head, knocking him to the floor.
The blow had flipped him over. He laid on his stomach in severe pain, unable to move. He was terrified and feared for his life as the young woman grabbed his hair and lifted his battered and bruised head from the floor.
"Now that I have your attention, I have a message from the boss. He wants you to wake up and start treating Claudette and everyone else with more respect. He's sick and tired of all this abuse and it stops now."
She releases his hair and his head helplessly drops to the floor. The last thing he hears before the impact knocks him unconscious was "Now, wake up."
Ryan sits up in bed, Dripping in sweat. He quickly looks around to see he's alone in his bedroom. Still shaking from the nightmare, he gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom to shower.
Several minutes later, Ryan has calmed himself down realizing it was only a bad dream. He climbed out of the shower and stood in front of the sink to towel off.
On the corner of the sink, he notices a postcard with Christmas pictures on it. He picks it up and reads it:
"Be good! I'll be watching." The card was signed Mr.
Ryan flips the card over to see another message. It was written much rougher then the neatly typed out front. It simply stated:" I'll be watching, too."
Instantly upon reading the card, it catches fire in his hand. Ryan drops it to the floor. He hears Claudette's laughter and looks to the mirror in front of him. Her image is in the mirror laughing at him. On the mirror, written in the condensation are the words. "I'll be watching."
Panicked and thinking it's a trick. He wipes the mirror dry. The laughter deepens and the image on the mirror transforms into a dark-skinned young man then into the hellish creature that Santa called Peter.
One last burst of laughter from Peter as he disappeared from sight. Ryan knew his actions unleashed a demon. He knew if he didn't change, the demon would return.
He got dressed and went back to bed. Claudette was there waiting for him.
"Where were you? I got here as soon as I could." She said.
Not sure if she was real or not. He didn't want to take chances. He told her it was a bad dream and laid down next to her. Instead of the sensual evening he planned, he told her he wasn't feeling well and needed sleep.
She moved over for him and he turned over to sleep. In his mind, he replayed the shower scene. Just as he was about doze off. He heard the faint echo of Peter's voice:
"I'll be watching....I'll be watching."
Exhausted and unable to stay awake any longer, Ryan falls asleep knowing that Santa's watching and there's a new sheriff at the North Pole.
At the North Pole, Santa peeks in on Ryan.
"Yes, Ryan. Sleep well. Tomorrow's a new day. You'll need to work hard to get off the naughty list. Otherwise, the sheriff is coming back for you."
With that proclamation. Santa laughs. From the fireplace, can be heard the faint laughter of Santa's new sheriff, Black Pete.
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