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somewhere in the sakura kingdom ten days earlier

Snow slowly fell as the residents of Drum Island were all within their home. Their bodies protected by the heat generated from the flames of fireplaces inside of their homes. The children lay in bed, sleep. As the parents walked around peeping through their doorways to make sure they were asleep. Christmas was nearing for the world and a good way to get the kids in line was tell them that they were either Naughty or they were Nice. Children being children always did there best to be nice, but there was always the select few who had been Naughty. These children were the ones who wouldn’t receive anything special for Christmas. The only thing that they could look forward to was a block of coal to show their misdeeds. Though, most of the Naughty brats didn’t even care about presents. They only wanted to steal the candy and snacks put out by their mom at night. This year however, Santa was not going to allow it. No longer would the Naughty kids be able to do as they pleased. He had grown tired of it and was about to make his mark by unleashing devastating forces on the island of Drum.

As the night went deeper, when even the parents were asleep. Santa would send his demonic forces into the Heart of Drum and have them spread out on the island. However, he wasn’t taking any chances. He had also sent his main assassin. An Elf that was able to duplicate his body and teleport. An Elf that was put in one place, but when you awoke it was staring in your face. The Elf who determined who was Naughty and who was Nice. The snow on the streets would stir as the evil snowmen flattened out their body into the ground. The other elves had established a base of operations in the forest. Hidden away from civilization with their cloaking magic as they made their weapons to begin their rain of terror whenever their captain ordered it. Though, the most evil of them all wasn’t making weapons. No, he was out getting his hands dirty.

The Elf on the Shelf was in a small house in the town of Bighorn. He was about to begin the reign of terror on Drum as he stood in a darkened corner of a kid’s room. He stared at the kid while he was asleep. Brian O’Connor, a child who had been terrorizing the streets of Drum by throwing snowballs at its citizens when they were off to work. The Elf would hold his hand out causing a picture to fall off of the dresser near the bed. The noise would instantly wake the boy around as he shifted his head from left to right to see what had happened. When he had found the picture on the floor, he would attempt to go back to sleep. He had almost went into a deep slumber, but the Elf had appeared in another room. This room being outside of Brian’s room. It was what one would call a living room. A Christmas Tree stood tall as it was decorated with lights and ornaments. A evil laughter would ring through the house as the Elf caused Brian to stir again. This time however, Brian attempted to fully investigate.

The kid would make his way out of the bed and into the living room, but he wouldn’t see anything. He would attempt to search the house. Walking by the Christmas Tree. He would get an eerie feeling as if he was being watched. As if the tree itself was watching him. He would walk up to it and only stare. A visible anime styled shudder would run through his body as he shook his head and started to walk back to his room. As soon as he turned around it would begin. The Elf had appeared on Brian’s back and held on tight to the boy’s neck as his claws pierced into jugular. Blood would cover the floors as Brian fell to the ground with a thud. He was choking in blood....The Elf would flip Brian on his back and stare into Brian’s soul with his blood red eyes. “Brian you have been really Naughty!” Screamed the Elf as he teleported just as Brian’s dad had turned on the light in the living room.

However, that was his mistake. The light would reveal the horror of a crime committed in the house. His father was one of the most well known doctors in Drum and instantly tried to help Brian, but at last he was too late. There was nothing that could help the boy right now save for a few things, but neither of those things were on Drum. The father would let out a howl that would awake every citizen in Bighorn. The Wonderland Massacre had just begun and the citizens of Drum didn’t even know it.

Xander grunted as he made his way through the snow-filled streets of Bighorn. You see, he had gotten a quite bit more after since his escape seeing as everything had fully healed now. He had decided it was time to get some exercise and what’s not better than doing some missions at the mission board. Though, it wasn’t a coincidence he was looking for missions. He was a Revolutionary Soldier and that meant he had many contacts on this island seeing as a Rev Base was just around the corner. He already knew of the terror that was happening around Drum. There had been over 80 counted deaths of children already. It seemed like someone had been busy. Now Xander was no hero as been stated countless times. He could careless if someone was killed or not. The only reason he had decided to help the island of Drum was for a sole purpose, Beli. Apparently the King of the Sakura Kingdom has issued a mission. Anyone who could stop the ruthless killings would be awarded 100,000,000 Beli. Now, Xander would have asked for more, but of course like the saying goes. Beggars cannot be choosers. And he still didn’t know if the payout had even been confirmed yet.

With his regular attire on. His right hand would rest on the handle of his Katana, as he waited on a soul to even try to try anything on him. Even though he was nonchalant, he was still quite curious. How had they not stopped someone yet who killed 80 children already? Now at the mission board. He would see people crowding it. He would hear whispers of many things. “I hope someone takes it?”, “What is this terror that has fallen upon us?”, “My son?” Many people were saying many things, but Xander was quite annoyed because they were blocking his way. Pushing his way through the crowd. He would look at the piece of parchment that had the kingdom’s official seal on it. The paragraph on the paper read:

”A great terror has fallen upon the Island of Drum. The Kingdom seeks a lone hero or more to help rid the island of evil once again. Our children are being taken from us at night even when we are watching them. At the moment we don’t know who or what is causing this, but we are hoping you hero find out and stop it. Anyone who succeeds at this mission will be given 59,999,999 Beli. Please help us save our home!”

Now Xander wasn’t really the one to get angry, but a little tick would appear on his forehead. It seemed like one of his contacts had upped the Beli payout a little. Most likely just to get Xander to take the mission. Of course 59,999,999 Beli was good and he could probably get more if he put his mind to it, but a hundred would have been even nicer. Sighing, he would snatch the paper and stuff it in his pocket as it would crumble up. Everyone would gasp at him, but he would only simply ignore them. He had a mission to complete and he wasn’t about to let idiocy get in his way.

Looking up at the sky, Xander could tell that it was around 10am in the morning. He wasn’t the one to drag things along, so he decided he would attempt to get the mission done in a day. Everything could probably be right in front of him if he looked. People were just so dumb and stupid that they didn’t even rely on their own brains to help them figure out problems. His hand still rested on his blade. He would make his way to the police station. The Police were really marines, but they were even weaker than ensigns, so Xander wasn’t really worried if one was to try something. Plus he didn’t really think no one would recognize him with everything that was happening going on. Coming to a stop, he would arrive at the police station for what had been a ten minute walk since grabbing the mission. Opening the door, the bell would jingle causing every single head to turn his way as he walked to the front desk. A man with a weird looking mustache set at the front desk. “Aye Bud, anything that I can help you with?” He asked kinda warily. Usually people didn’t walk into a police station with their hand on a sword.

Xander would nod as he would produce the parchment that was in his pocket. The man did his best to read the wrinkled paper, but seemed to get a look of surprise when he read it. Xander would take this a que as he said “I’m looking for any notes, pictures of the crime scene, or anything that you guys have gathered since the first attack. Also give me any strange reports that have happened before the first attack.” Said Xander. The policeman would nod as he sent a look to another. Xander didn’t really like the mental talking of everyone in the station. Seeing as that one look had caused everyone to go back to their jobs. A policeman would come from out back with a small box that was about the size of a shoebox, as well as a piece of paper. “That’s it?” Asked Xander curiously. He would have thought with all the attacks that there would have been a lot more to read up on. “Well every attack has been basically the same. Kids choking to death from their own blood from being stabbed in the throat.” Said the man at the desk. Xander would shrug his shoulder as he would grab the paper and the box along with the mission paper. He had already booked a hotel room, now it was time to investigate.

At the moment he was in his hotel room and had already gone through everything. Of course everything seemed weird about the situation. One thing he knew off top though was that whatever was doing these attacks wasn’t human. From what he could see from the pictures. The wounds on the kids necks weren’t stab wounds. They were too long and wide. They were from claws. It seemed as if something had attacked these kids from behind. Another thing he knew was that these attacks only happened at night and that meant that was when he would have to end this. The policeman was correct though. Every crime scene was the exact same. Though, what was weird was every victim was killed near a Christmas Tree. A little Christmas Revenge aye? Letting off a little smirk, he would go back to the piece of paper that had the report on it. A report that had been given to the police only a few days before the attack. The report read:

“I heard loud boom come from the forest as if there was a explosion. This part of the forest is home to the ferocious animals. I would go investigate myself, but I don’t want to die.”

To be honest, the report was pretty straight forward. It wasn’t much, but Xander would have to use everything he has. He couldn’t overlook this as there might indeed be something in the forest. He would pack the investigation notes and prepare to get ready. At the moment he was only in his underwear as he had decided to get a little comfortable before all hell would break lose. It took him about thirty minutes, but he had finally gotten ready. His clothes on, as he strapped his sword to his side. This time however, he decided to go with the theme. He had thrown a wheat trench coat over his body and buttoned it up in the middle. A fedora was on his head. Opening the door, he would thrust his hand into his pocket as he made his way to the forest.

(Kinda doing like the One Piece movies lol. Luffy and co always dressed differently in the movies. Like when they fought Shiki....which was quite badass.)

It was around 2:30pm. It had taken him some time to read the investigation notes, get ready, and get to the actual forest itself. He was already walking in it. Sword in hand as the reported stated that there were ferocious animals throughout the place. The forest wasn’t much. Due to the extreme coldness, it was quite barren. Xander was sure if you removed the snow then you would only see dirt and leafless trees going out for miles on end. He had already theorized what type of animals were in the forest. Wolves, Moose, Deer, and probably some others, but those were the main three. He had already seen a Deer once and the report said “Ferocious Animals”. This type of habitat was ideal for a wolf pack. Xander had many run ins with wolves before and always the best way to deal with them was to kill the alpha and make the others scared of you.

He stalked the woods like a leopard. Walking slowly as he had yet to find something weird in the woods or something at all that would show an explosion. Maybe the snow had covered it up before he got a chance to investigate it. If that was the case he had extremely hoped it had nothing to do with his mission. His eyes were sharp as he looked around. His eyes were really cloudy as if he had just woken up. It was like something was in front of him, but he could see land stretching for miles. No type of structures in sight. He wanted to turn around and go back, but his instincts kept telling him to walk ten more yards. And he would follow his instinct. His mind leading him on as his vision became more shaded. No longer did he have 20/20 vision. Now it was like 8/8. With a few more steps, his vision would slowly come to return as structures appeared in view. As well small kids walking around. He walked ten more steps and his vision had fully returned. What he had saw had surprised him so much that he quickly hid behind a tree so that he wouldn’t be caught.

He would slowly peep around the tree again to make sure his eyes were playing tricks on him. What he had thought was children had been the exact opposite. Red and Green painted the area as midget people with pointed ears made their way around what looked to be a factory of some sort. Some rode reindeer that were equipped with chain mail armor. The little things even have guns and swords. How ever the guns and swords seemed to be made out of snow. Xander heart had slowly escalated. Never before had he seen anything like this in his life and it had truly scared him. He didn’t have a mother or a father, but the soldiers in the army always told him about Christmas and Santa Claus. Though, he never allowed his mind to play tricks on him. Believing that they were stories adult told kids to make them behave and hell it wasn’t like he was going to get any presents.

The elves walked around the place. Speaking a language that Xander had never heard before in his life and he had studied all of them. It looked like the elves were getting ready for a fight, but who would they be fighting? His mind would begin to think hard. A lot of children died and Santa Claus was really keen on children. The ones that were Naughty or Nice. It would click in Xander’s mind. All of the kids that had been killed were naughty. Kids who terrorized people with snow balls. Kids whole stole things and much more. So was this really what it all was about? Killing kids because they were naughty? If so, why armor up reindeers and make weapons. If elves killed 80 kids so quickly why not continue to do it in hiding. Unless they weren’t just targeting kids now? But the whole island.

Xander would turn around and run. He needed to get back to the Revolutionary Base and tell them what was about to happen. He take all of these elves by himself. He didn’t know how powerful they were. One of them could probably be as strong as a giant for all he knew. He sounded ludicrous, but he had seen it with his own eyes. If anyone else had told him something like this and he hadn’t even seen an inch of it then he would have been prone to think they were lying, but it was the truth and the outcome was inevitable. They were going to war with Santa Claus.

Xander walked slowly through the Rev Base. It had taken him an hour to get there and probably would have been longer if it weren’t for the horse he had hijacked. He wasn’t a fool. He wasn’t about to go around shouting that Santa Claus was coming to town. Xander would need to talk to the commander of the base itself. At the commander’s office, he would knock on the door and hear the signature welcoming. Walking in he would quickly close the door behind him and say “Commander, I need you to gather up our forces and help protect the island!” The commander would only stare at him as he would say “And why do we need to do that Xander.” What Xander was about to say next would either cause the man to help him or just send him away. One was amazing and the other was awful. “Commander, elves are making their way to the towns tonight to start a massacre. They’ve already killed more than eighty kids because they were being naughty. Now they’re are gon——“ His words would be interrupted as the commander would say “Xander, please just leave my office. I know that you’re still shook up about what happened at the Black Site, but we couldn’t control what had happened before we got there. You’ve got to learn to cope with your torture and that isn’t something that I can help you with. Now, you can either get your mind right or I’m going to have to relieve you from Duty.”

The words would hit Xander like four elephants combined head butting him. It was bad that the commander didn’t believe him, but it was even worst that he thought it was all a rouse because of what had happened to him in the Black Site. Xander had grew angry about that. He was never one to lie, nor was he one to allow a grudge or something that happened to him in his past to stick with him his whole life. His face would show a black expression as his eyes flashed red. He was about to rage and flip the man’s desk, but he held composure and would only exit the room. Heading towards the armory, he knew he would have to get prepared if he was to fight an Elf Army. Once he got to the armory, he would begin stacking up on many supplies. Such as two revolvers with three boxes of bullets, ten throwing knives, and five fire bombs. He had to be cautious if he were to fight these elves. Who knew what they would be able to. They were already able to cloak their presence in the forest with either some kind of technology or magic.

After equipping himself with everything he needed. He would make his way back out of the base and head back to the village. Yeah, he said he wasn’t no hero, but even he could let a whole island get massacred.

At the moment he was racing with time. Waiting on the attack to commence. He sat on a rooftop near the forest, peering at it in case the elves didn’t come at night. He was sure this was the way that they would come due to how close it was to the village and it was a good back door entrance. He wondered what he would have to do in order to the elves to go away. Maybe just kill them all? They were so little and small though that they would probably just run circles around him. All of them had appeared to be exactly three feet all. How they expected to ride reindeer he didn’t know. Both of the guns he had borrowed were fully loaded. One in his left hand and another rested in a holster on his side. In his right hand he held his trust Katana as it was ready for an idiot to come its way. The fire bombs were tied by a small string on his hip. Ready to be pulled off at a moments notice. The throwing knives were going to be the most useful though. If Reindeer could indeed fly, then this was what he would use to knock them out of the air.

At the moment it was 4:30pm and night came at 7. Three more hours before the war would begin.

The time had come, Xander had nearly fell asleep on the rooftop as he waited for the elves to arrive. Night had finally fell upon the Island of Drum. His eyes peered into the forest as he waited on the elves and as if on cue something would happen. A beam of light would shoot into the air as the pitch black skies with a single moon would be turned to that of purple. Xander didn’t know what it had meant. Maybe it was a signal of some sort to alert all elves. Hopefully these were the only elves hat were coming to town as he didn’t want to fight even more. The sky would seem to produce a noise. As if static was moving in the sky. Then a tune would fill the air as a boy would begin to sing:

I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way
Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday
I called on dear old Santa Claus
To see what I could see
He took me to his workshop
And told his plans to me, so
You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He's making a list and checking it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're a wake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is comin' to town

The time would ring throughout the whole time. To be honest, the music was quite creepy. As if the elves themselves were creepy themselves. The tune would seem to amplify as sounds of footsteps could be heard. Xander would take a stand fully as he was prepared to descend into the hell that was about to come. From the forest a single arrow would be show with a purple flame on it and the arrow was headed straight for him. He was about to slice it in half, but his instincts were telling him to run. He jumped off the building with a eagle dive as he landed in a deep wagon of hay that protected his body from the fall. Just as he made contact with the hay would all hell break loose. As the building had exploded and was beginning to plow down to the ground.

“Kasabada gördüğün her insanı öldür!” Was the scream that rang through the area as the elves made their way into the town. Xander had barely avoided the rubble of the falling building and had almost died on spot if it wasn’t for him tilting the wagon over and running to the opposite side of the road. The elves were some quick little demons. They had already made their way into the town and three were already near Xander. He swung his sword hard downward at one, but the Elf would simply dodge and run around Xander’s leg. Tying a thin string around them causing the teen to fall on the ground in a bundle. He had been stopped that quick? Though, now he knew how fast the elves were. That’s how they got in and out of houses delivering presents huh? Flexing his muscles, Xander would push his body outward as the strings would give in and burst. He would quickly regain his composure as he got on his feet. Instead of going towards a power attack, he would rely on his speed. And just because he was strong didn’t mean he was fast.

His sword would cut through the air so quickly. That it would meet with the elf’s head before it could even react. Xander in a moments notice had decapitated the head from the body. He had expected some blood or something to fly everywhere, but the elf’s body had turned into a toy. A toy boat to be exact? Now Xander had become even weirded out? Did Santa Claus in his elves even make toys? Or did they just kill each other for toys. Xander would shudder as he made his way with the other elves as well. Also turning them into toys. The little things weren’t strong at all. A good handful of soldiers could take care of them all, but Xander was one man and didn’t have any abilities that could affect a wide range of area. There were about fifty elves and he would tire out if he were to kill all of them.

They couldn’t have been here by themselves. There must have been a leader or someone who commanded them from their little base of operations. He would just need to find it and take care of him. 90% of the time if you took out the leader then the others would be too afraid to fight back. Most followers were just hopeless being who always did what they were told.

Sounds would be heard as screams of terror filled the ears of Xander. There weren’t any real fights on Drum itself as everyone studied the arts of healing. Xander and the soldiers at the Rev Base were the only ones who could fight. And with Xander being the only man in. Pretty much every civilian was out getting killed. Xander made his way through the bloodshed as he dodged and killed a Elf here and there. Looking for one that would seem out of place seeing as everyone of their faces looked identical. The only thing that told them apart was the red and green pattern on their clothing. Seeing as he wasn’t going to find the leader by aimlessly running around. He decided to create something that would lure him in. He would pull out two throwing knives and throw them at the two reindeer that had just flew above him. They would fall to the ground in a yell as they died.

Pulling a fire bomb from his waste, he would throw it into a crowd of Elves that were beginning to regroup. About fifteen elves were in the small group and Xander planned on killing them all. The bomb had exploded, its blast Radius eating up all of the elves and turning them into toys. “I will kill all of you elves! You are too weak for Xander!” He screamed as he ran around killing the elves. He was pretty sure his facade was working as most of the elves began speaking in their native gibberish. He was about to kill another one when he saw one appear in his face. He swung, but it disappeared. Real peeing behind him hitting him in the back so hard that he flew about ten meters into an oak tree. “Dammit.....I guess it worked.” He grunted as he slowly got up looking for the culprit who had did it. And whoever it was had been extremely fast.

Nowadays it seemed like everyone he fought always found a way to get pass his senses and pummel the shit out of him. His eyes would dart all over the area as he looked for the Elf would surely come back to him. And like he had expected, the Elf would come. It would do the same motions. Appearing in front of him and going behind him, but Xander had already caught on and turned around just as the Elf was about to punch him. The elf seeing that Xander had turned around would disappear from his vision would teleport above Xander and deliver a devastating kick to his head that sent him to the ground. He was absolutely positive that he had just gotten a concussion. Xander was positive. The Elf wasn’t fast. He was literally teleporting. Moving from point a to point b in an instant. Fucking elves always had something up their sleeves. He was sure this one was different as his face was way uglier than the others and he seemed to be about an inch or two taller.

“I’m sure you’re wondering who I’m am meat sack. You humans call me the Elf on the Shelf, but my real name is Bob and I am the most powerful Elf. Santa’s right hand! I watch everyone in their sleep!” The little elf would make his way towards Xander. Xander had sheathed both the sword and gun as he prepared to fight with his hands. He was ready to use his Assassination Technique at a moments notice if he got the chance to hit the Elf. From how the Elf was talking Xander thought he expected for the soldier to know him? But Xander had never heard about a Elf on a Shelf. The Elf would begin his teleporting technique as he appeared above Xander then to the left, then to the right. He was appearing and reappearing so fast in different places that Xander couldn’t even pinpoint where exactly he would come next. The Elf would land a blow on him that would send him to the air. Xander could hear a howl of laughter as the Elf was only toying with him.

Xander was blocked mentally. He didn’t know what he could do in order to escape the assault of the elf. He had never faced a teleporter before. Hell! He had never even knew that existed. He didn’t know how he would fight against this foe. He didn’t know what techniques would help him fight “Bob”. He felt hopeless. He knew there was nothing he could do in order to fend off the elves.

Xander laid on the ground. Regret in his eyes as he wondered why he didn’t high tail off into the super guarded base and stood safe in it. He had to try and be a hero and help the civilians. He just wanted to be good for once, but he was met with a force so powerful that he knew that he could die any second now. He would hear footsteps walking towards him as the Elf, Bob stood over his head. “Xandernolaeus D. Hicklebottom, such a Naughty child when you were younger, but even more Naughty due to your heritage. Santa helped fight the Will of D once and he’ll do it again.” Said Bob as he would kick Xander in the air again with unimaginable force. Xander would be thrusted in the air with such speed that he thought he would be jetted into space itself, but something would stop his movement as Bob appeared right in front of him and kicked him straight back to the ground. Like a meteor crashing towards Earth, Xander was about to make impact before Bob would appear once again and kick him back in the air.

He felt helpless....No, he was helpless and he couldn’t get out of this situation. Blood rushes from his mouth and nose as he was bruised and beat up. Flying into the air, he would see Bob appear once again to continue his relentless punching and kicking, but as he was about to punch again. Xander would react a little faster as if something had overtaken his body. His hands would come to wrap around tightly as both of them were pummeling to the ground. Bob didn’t want to be turned into a toy, so he teleported to the ground rolling away from Xander. A injured Xander who was clutching his broken shoulder of his left arm. His cloths were ragged as they had tears all over them and his eyes were showing great pain in misery.

The scene would shift to that of a all black world. Three fish tanks sat on three tables. Each a different color; red, pink, and black. The red one would burst from the boiling water in it. As the first drop of water touched the ground. The scene would shift back to Xander as the town of Bighorn would be engulfed in a aura of pure spiritual power. Xander senses were extremely amplified as he felt everything around him. The killing intent coming from the elves dwarfed the sadness and fear of the town people amazingly. He would only stare at Bob as a red aura encased his body. Taking a single step, he would shoot off ahead.

Everything on Drum would seem to focus on Xander. It seemed as if even the trees and the snow had stopped moving. As if nature was watching this predicament unfold themselves. He rushed forward at his maximum speed as he prepared to use his Assassination Technique against Bob, but Bob would disappear from view and a wave of Elves would appear in front of Xander. Hell, the whole force which had been cut down to a mere 30. Each of them had a ice gun out and all of them fired at the same time. Bullets of icicles made their way towards Xander. Some impacting with other bullets and some coming near Xander. His mind and body would seem to move by itself as he avoid each and every bullet with his now increased perception and vision. It was as if the world had been slowing down in order to help him win this fight. As he dodged the wave of bullets, he would walk slowly to Bob who had reappeared in his view.

Looks like this:

He would move quicker in order to attack Bob, but once again Bob would disappear. Appearing behind Xander attempting to punch him, but his precognition kicked in as he would turn around and grab Bob’s hand and flip him onto the ground. Without saying a word, Xander would repeatedly pummel the Elf into the ground who was in shock that Xander had managed to hit him. Once Bob finally realized what was happening, he would teleport from under Xander go to regain his composure. Xander would allow him to and went to handle the elves. He swept through the Elves as if he was cleaning the floor. Dodging bullets and stabs at supernatural speeds and agility. After taking out the final elf on the ground, he would leap off of his head and into the air where he would throw his shoulder into a reindeer and send it flying into the air as it would begin stalling. Bob would see this as a chance to attack Xander would appear behind him. Bob would throw an amazingly fast punch at Xander that he almost didn’t avoid. He quickly flipped his body around in mid air as he charged up a jab to hit Bob right in the face, but Bob already had a punch coming as both of their fist would hit each other. Sending a shockwave through the air that blew of them back.

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Xander would come to land on his feet and so did Bob. They both would stare at each other and begin to run full speed. Xander would jump into the air as he attempted to kick Bob in the head. The Elf would teleport about Xander and try to deliver a double hammer fist. Xander would lean back as hard as he could causing him to do a flip mid air. His feet hitting Bob in the sole of his back causing him to fly straight into the ground. Xander would land on his feet and go back to rushing Bob. Delivering his signature technique as his fist flew at the speed of a bullet hitting Bob in the chest. However, the Elf still had some more fight left in him seeing as he didn’t turn into a toy, but Xander was eager. Something in him wanted to continue to fight. Bob would begin teleporting everywhere around Xander so much that it seemed as if his body was in twenty different places. Xander’s newfound abilities was able to pinpoint which one was Bob though. The one right behind him was exerting so much killer intent that it almost made Xander shudder. Xander would charge his leg as he did a full 360 spin combined with a Roundhouse kick that would hit Bob so hard in the side that it would break him in half turning him into a toy. The toy being a elf with some log legs and a green jumpsuit thing on.

As soon as he killed Bob his abilities would seem to wear off. His body returning to normal as he felt as if all the energy had left him. Having killed almost every single elf himself. The villagers would come to surround him as they all had been watching the final fight from the start. They all would begin cheering as the rampage unleashed by the Elves had come to an end.

Xander would smirk as he enjoyed the cheers he was receiving from the villagers. He was have tempted to go straight to the Rev Base and run it in the Commander’s face that he had been right all along, but he knew what he would do. He would use this knowledge and new gain of power to attain a higher position in the Army. That’s when he was going to be able to do his own thing. He would nod at the villagers as he made his way to the kingdom’s castle. It was a long walk, but he had made it in roughly thirty minutes. Clothes still torn and ragged as well as face blood as he entered the gates. Guards held swords at him in order for him to stop, but Xander would pull the parchment out from his pocket that had somehow survived and held it to their face. They would nod and allow him to walk by. Someone had already alerted the King and he was quickly walking out of the castle with a relieved look on his face. “I don’t know your name, but whoever you are. I will make sure that the Kingdom will always remember your name. Tell me boy, what is your name?” Xander would smirk at the king as he stared into his eyes. “I have no name. I’m simply known as Red Death.” And that was where the origin of his alias would begin. It would spread all along Drum and even to outer islands as people would hear of what he had done.

He would follow the king to his office where Three bags waited. “Here is your Beli and a little extra for nearly dying for a place that isn’t even your home.” Xander would nod as he would grab the bags and be on his merry way. Making his way outside. He would see that the sky was still purple and the song was still ringing throughout Drum. A song that would forever be stuck inside of Xander’s mind.


I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way
Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday
I called on dear old Santa Claus
To see what I could see
He took me to his workshop
And told his plans to me, so
You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He's making a list and checking it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice
Santa Claus is comin' to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're a wake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is comin' to town