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Johanna and the little girl being interviewed, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to what was happening behind them. The snow falling must have dampened the sound of bullets too much for them to hear it.
“No!” yelled Ash. “Stop shooting them!”
Ghostie put his hand on her shoulder. “Relax, Ash. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine! They’re killing them!”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “This is pretty fucked up.”
“Just watch,” said Ghostie. He pointed to the screen.
They kept shooting. It was jarring to hear the sound of bullets combined with the cheering Christmas music in the lounge. I drew a little closer to the fire.
How the hell was Ghostie so calm right now? I knew he’d been in the military. But he still shouldn’t have been so chill about innocent people getting slaughtered by Crazy Isabella’s minions.
They finally stopped shooting. As the cloud of snow from the bullets started to dissipate, I expected to see the snow running red with blood. But instead I just saw…legs.
“How are those legs still standing?” asked Ash. “And what happened to their torsos?!” She dry heaved.
“It called Rasputin leg,” said Slavanka. “Happen sometime when very cold. Person lose body and leg immediately freeze.” She made her legs go stiff to show us what she meant.
“I don’t think that’s what’s happening,” I said as the snow settled more. The ground was covered in straw rather than blood. And now that I saw that, I realized that there was also straw sticking out of the tops of the disembodied legs still standing there.
The yeti men must have seen what I saw, because they all looked very confused.
“I was worried that Isabella might not get the message about our alliance,” said Ghostie. “So I had Teddybear set up some decoys.” He gestured to what was left of the straw dummies.
“Oh thank God,” said Ash. “I really thought those poor people had just been murdered.”
“Nope,” said Ghostie. “Everyone is fine. Except Isabella. She looks pretty pissed.” He pointed to a woman in a pinstripe snow suit skiing furiously towards the yeti men.
She skidded to a stop, spraying them all with snow. And then she pulled back her fur hood and shook her hair out.
She pointed animatedly at the straw dummies. To really get her point across, she picked some straw up and threw it at one of her guards.
And then she pointed down the mountain.
The guards all started reloading their Tommy guns while Isabella drew something in the snow with her ski pole.
“Uh,” said Ash. “I’m no expert on this sorta thing. But it looks like they’re making a battle plan on how to kill us all.”
“Indeed she is,” I said. “Ghostie, gather the families and have them meet us in the lobby. I have a battle plan of my own.”
He nodded and ran off. Slavanka ran off too.
“Please tell me that we’re going to the lobby to steal snowmobiles and get as far away as humanly possible from Crazy Isabella,”said Ash. She started humming a Christmas carol to tamper down her nerves.
I shook my head. “We’re not gonna run. We’re gonna end this bitch.”
HoHoHo - Chapter 20 – The Big Black Dildo
Christmas Morning, 2013
Within five minutes, all the families had gathered in the lobby.
The banana king and his boss, Luigi Locatelli, stood in front of a heavily armed squad of guards in black vests and terrifying ski masks. Seeing them brought back so many good memories of our escape from the Locatelli Resort and Spa.
The Chadwicks weren’t dressed nearly as professionally. While the Locatellis looked like a well drilled SWAT team, the Chadwicks were more of an angry mob. They had no clear uniform, other than huge muscles and angry scowls. Chad’s father, Chad, and one of the Toms stood at the front of the mob. The other two Toms couldn’t be here or their secret of being triplets would be blown.
