December 13, 2013 6:58AM Brooklyn New York
Aggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Agent Andrew Johnson wakes up out of his sleep grabbing his chest and sweating profusely. He turns and stares at his calendar. Yeap it’s December 13th approximately one year ago of the Bloomberg beheading. He smirks, because to top it off it’s Friday the 13th. He rises from his bed and walk towards his fridge stumbling over an empty Johnny Walker bottle and clothes that was clearly just pulled off and dropped as they may. He opens the fridge and grabs a water bottle. He twists the top and flings it out the window. “Great! It’s Friday the 13th. You got to love life.”
The phone rings. It’s Robert Rozilli. “Agent Johnson we need you at the 23rd Precinct immediately. You are not going to believe this.”
December 13, 2013 8:02AM New York New York
Agent Andrew Johnson arrives at the 23rd Precinct located at 138 West 30th Street. “Agent Johnson what took you so long?” “Rozilli, the damn train got stalled on 14th street.” “Come we have a gift.” Agent Andrew Johnson walks into the booking room and he stares at what seem to be the devil himself. “He turned himself in this morning, he said it’s a Friday the 13th and he knows the police will keep him safe from weirdoes.” Agent Andrew is so shocked that he is paralyzed with fear and amazement. It was Kris Kringle. “What the fuck!” Agent Andrew Johnson lunge at Kris Kringle. Then he grabs his cuffed hand and twisted it till it snapped. Kris Kringle started to scream in pain and agony. Cops grab Agent Johnson and held him against the wall like an insane man. Kris Kringle said, “Jesus!!! Is that any way to treat a guest? I surrender as your prisoner and this thanks I get. You naughty son of a bitch I come to you as an early Christmas gift and for protection it’s the 13th and things are brewing!” Agent Johnson lunges again, but this time Rozilli stands in between them and says, “Agent Johnson, he’s not worth it lets relax it’s over he’s getting transferred to The North Pole Monday. Let’s just get a coffee and calm down. “Yes, a Coffee would be nice I like mine…” “Not you fat ass!” yelled Rozilli.
Agent Johnson still shaking and trying to compose himself accepts Rozilli offer. “Jesus Christ Johnson do you want that sick bastard to cause you to lose your badge, your carrer?” “No, I’m good thanks for talking to me Rozilli I’ll take another coffee. Thanks, this is to go.” After all the paper work was done Agent Andrew Johnson decided to head home for the night. He asked to see Kris Kringle. “Here’s your Coffee.” Agent Andrew Johnson threw the steamy Coffee in Kris Kringle’s face. “Ho, Ho, Ho thanks I but I prefer more sugar and a cup. Goodnight.” Agent Andrew just stared at him into his eyes he see that this guy was beyond being human.
December 14, 2013 Midtown Manhattan
Happy Santa Con 2013 now happen bunch of drunken Santa’s that’s what this city needs to bring holiday cheer. “Cheer up Johnson! We caught Kris Kringle. You don’t reek of Vodka and its snowing. I don’t know about you but I feel great!” “I’ll smile when that fat fuck is back in the North Pole.”
To be continued……………………………………….