A Legion Xmas Story - Chapter 9

[Phil 5,119]

A Legion Xmas Story

 

Chapter 1 - @stevo

Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt

Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil

Chapter 4 - @Victor

Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast

Chapter 6 - The Swap

Chapter 7 - Lighter Spirits

Chapter 8 - The Paradox

 

 

Chapter 9

 

My wife and I always used to drive up to cottage country to our cottage every Christmas eve,” World began, playing with the syrup on the side of his plate. “We’ve been doing it since before we were married. It’s where I asked her to marry me, it’s where our daughter was conceived, it’s where she spent her first Christmas and every one following it, up there, in Muskoka. We loved it up there.

 

“We would always have the same rituals when we got there. We’d leave Christmas Eve in the morning and arrive in the afternoon. We’d unload the car, bring out all the Christmas decorations, and deck the halls, porch, and everywhere. We’d build a little miniature village on the coffee table and then I’d start the fire while my wife, Amanda, would make hot cocoa. We would sit on the couch, drinking our hot chocolate, watching the crackling fire with festive music in the background.  Afterwards, I would go out and find a suitable fir tree to use as the Christmas tree while Amanda prepared supper. We’d have all the groceries with us. It was always easier to shop in Toronto before we left. When my daughter, Annabel, got a little older, she’d come find a tree with me.

 

“I would come back with the tree, Amanda would have supper ready, we’d eat and then decorate the tree after clearing up. We’d have some mulled wine and cheese and crackers and then watch some of our favourite seasonal movies. We’d go to sleep around 1:00 and wake up for Christmas Day. Once we had Annabel, the day was all about spending it with her. She’d wake us up to ask us if we could go see whether Santa brought us anything and if he ate the goodies we left for him, we’d go out into town to the Church to attend a Morning Mass, look at the animals in the petting zoo... it was beautiful to always see Amanda and Annabel smiling so much and so widely. It was magical…”

 

World stopped to clear a lump in his throat. He tried to speak but words seemed to fail him. He tried to covered it up by taking a mouthful of pancakes. Mary, sensing where this was headed, did not press him. She just let him play with his food for a bit, until he was ready to go on.

 

“We did it every year; every single year. Until last Christmas.” World stopped abruptly and starting silently sobbing into his hands. Mary put and comforting warm arm over his shoulder rubbing his back. With each convulsion of his sobs Mary could feel the pain of World, the gut-wrenching, heart-breaking pain that was just minutes ago locked away inside him. After a few moments, World looked up at Mary with blood-shot, haunted eyes, hallowed and distant and said:

 

“Last Christmas on the way up to our cottage, we got T-boned on the passenger side by a man who was texting and driving. He killed my wife on impact and our little girl bled out while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.”

 

Tears rolled down Mary’s face and she gripped his arm for emotional support.  

[Victor 10,940]

This is the darkest Christmas story in history you demon child.

[Phil 5,119]

50 minutes ago, Victor said:

This is the darkest Christmas story in history you demon child.

 

I think @der meister would challenge that statement.

[Victor 10,940]

26 minutes ago, Phil said:

 

I think @der meister would challenge that statement.

He's literally Satan

[der meister 3,188]

1 hour ago, Phil said:

 

I think @der meister would challenge that statement.

 

This is dark in a heart breakingly sad way. Mine are dark in a monstrous way.

[stevo 792]

here i thought the next chapter of the WBF story line would see him taking the waitress to a nice backroom

 

ok