Miracle On Route 34: Part 2

Virginia and Santa face extreme danger together.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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Someone attacked Santa with a wicked-looking spiked
hand-axe, something out of a sci-fi movie. He batted the weapon aside and
clapped his open hands across the man's ears, busting his brain. Before he
dropped, Santa grabbed the corpse and swung it around in a wide arc, smashing
it into the foes surrounding him and knocking them back.

"Shit!" Ginny squealed as one of the targets
landed near her. "It's like the fucking Matrix in here!"

As he threw the corpse away, he paused very briefly and
glanced at her. "Since you happen to be right there, how about a little
mood music?"

"What?"

"I'm just saying some music would be nice if we're
going to be doing this," he called. "You're next to the entertainment
system, how about putting something on?"

"You’re shitting me, right?" she almost
complained, wincing as she heard something delicate-sounding and expensive
smash behind her amidst the wild brawl. She stared at the multimedia system,
flapping her arms in frustration as she tried to focus through the noise. This
couldn't be happening. She clutched the sleeves of her plush robe for a moment,
trying to concentrate on its soft, fuzzy texture and center herself. She'd
almost forgotten the large nerf gun in her hands but ignored it now, fixing her
gaze on the mp3 playlist. She pressed a button.

"Silent night; Holy night;" Bing
crooned through the room.

"Not really what I had in mind!" Santa mentioned
loudly as he rammed his knee into a man's chin. "Try again!"

Ginny bit her lip and pressed the button again, this time
rewarded with Gary Glitter singing 'Another Rock And Roll Christmas'.

"Still not quite there," he said as he snapmared
another foe. "Better, but not quite!"

"Well I don't know!" she shouted in exasperation.
"What kind of music do you put on while Santa kills things in your living
room?"

Santa turned sideways and thrust his foot out, kicking an
intruder in the chest and sending him sprawling backwards, rolling head over
heels until he thumped into the entertainment system, jolting it and skipping
the player.

"I am a bitch. How do you want me?

From behind, or on my knees?

I am a slut, please hold me down,

I'll be your noise,

This shit will fuck you up!"

"Perfect!" he declared as he fought, swarmed once
again by foes.

"Seriously?" Ginny yelled. "Combichrist is
Santa's fucking fighting groove?"

"I'm trying to figure out why you have it on your
playlist," Santa replied. "I don't remember you liking
aggrotech!"

"Why the hell do you of all people even know what it is?"
she shot back, wincing as she watched another body sail into the opposite wall
with a sickening crunch before dropping to the floor and
leaving a huge, crumbling dent in the stone.

'This Shit Will Fuck You Up!'

"I prefer the term 'Hellektro' myself," he added.
"And I know all songs, silly. I remember when the Dayglo Abortions wrote
that 'Hey Santa!' song back in the '80's, they didn't get presents for”

"I didn't ask, why are you answering?" she hissed.
"Kill! Kill!"

All the while, the pounding rhythms of the music filled the
room.

"I am a bitch. How do you want me?

From behind, or on my knees?

I am a slut, please hold me down,

I'll be your noise,

This shit will fuck you up!"

"Well, at least we know why it's on your playlist,
anyway!" he mentioned as he broke someone's back over his knee.

"Very funny, red man!" Ginny hissed, scowling. She
ducked wildly as another assailant flew overhead and landed in the Jacuzzi, his
neck slamming against the hard edge with a snap noise and then
tilting at a strange angle, his eyes wide and unseeing.

"Fucking hell," she muttered. "These guys eat
too much red meat!"

Santa smashed two heads together before punting a third man
in the chest, sending him staggering back until he fell against the
entertainment unit, right next to Ginny, his eyes spiraling in his head. She
scowled down at him for a moment before smashing the pitcher of nog on his
cranium and sending him to the floor.

Every single intruder stopped and turned to look at her
suddenly, their eyes narrowing and turning very yellow.

"Eep;" Ginny said quietly, going pale.

They all howled and lunged toward her, even as Santa fought
to reach her first. She shrieked in fright.

"Darn it, Ginny!" he shouted in what almost
sounded like irritation. "I told you not to do anything!"

"You said not to use the stupid nerf gun!" she
shot back as she dodged wildly and began to run around, evading her pursuers.

"I meant don't do anything to get
yourself noticed!" he growled as he bulldogged one man's head into the
floor. He sprang to his feet and grabbed another man by the back of the head,
ramming his face into the stone wall, creating a small crater from which the
body slumped only slowly and wetly.

"How the hell did they not notice the mostly naked girl
in the room?" she yelled, sprinting around the circumference of the room,
being chased by yellow-eyed foes.

"They're mostly quantum, they don't always perceive
real-state things or beings until they're interacted with!" he answered.
"They weren't looking for you until you announced yourself!"

"Oh, you and your weird physics shit!" she
groused, her robe coming more and more undone as she ran. One of her tits was
exposed, bouncing annoyingly and the nipple hardening as a cold wind from the
endless holes in her walls and windows blew into the room. "Now
what?"

"Well, since they know you're here, you might as well use
the gun," he answered as he tackled a small knot of them who were looking
to cut off her avenue of escape. "At least then you can defend yourself if
you're careful!"

"The fuck am I supposed to do?" she shouted
angrily as she clutched the ridiculous, useless gun. "Nerf them to death?
Hope I shoot one foam dart down a throat and hope the bastard chokes and dies?"

"Didn't you just let me inside all of your
orifices?" he pointed out as he spun low, sweeping one foe's feet from
under him and then taking him by the ankles to slam him off the floor.
"Trust me, Virginia!"

"Dammit!" she spat, steeling her nerve, hoping her
resolve was harder than her nipple currently was. Taking a deep breath, she
stopped running and spun, pointing the gun and pulling the plastic trigger;

She yelped in astonishment as coruscating arcs of lightning
crackled and lashed out from the muzzle, enveloping several foes, who wailed in
glowing agony before disappearing from view.

"Jesus H Fucking Tesla!" she exclaimed in
amazement as she gaped down at her toy.

"Virginia, language!" Santa warned.

She rolled her eyes and pointed at another man rushing her,
pulling the trigger and watching him explode in a shower of scintillating
particles.

"This shit will fuck you up!" blared
the speakers.

The wall splintered next to Ginny and several terrifying
creatures barged in, causing her to shriek in fright, they were easily Santa's
size, vaguely humanoid but covered in a greyish, segmented carapace, with
insectoid heads, evil-looking mandibles and huge claws at the end of four arms.
They hissed as the lunged for her.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" cried out as she began running.
"Fucking hate motherfucking bugs!"

She fired wildly behind herself without looking, managing to
strike one of the new creatures but only slowing it down. Ginny raced for the
stairs, stampeding up them only to find more of the yellow-eyed humanoids
waiting for her.

"Santa!" she cried out in terror.
"Help!"

He glanced her way and grimaced at her predicament.
"Aw, hell;"

With a strength born of the desperation to protect one of
his precious children, he surged forward, shoulder-blocking his way through a
knot of assailants, springing through the air with astonishing agility,
alternately using the wall and railing of the stairs to get to the upper floor,
twisting and executing a flying kick that downed a foe about to attack Ginny.

"Good thing I wore my enhanced parkour boots tonight,
eh?" he muttered as he glared at the foes crowding to get up the stairs or
down the hallway at them.

"I don't even know what that means." Ginny
snapped, backing up warily as the horde coming for them grew in numbers.
"If that's some sort of geek speak, then we, are you getting bigger?"

"I guess I am," he replied, grimly, glaring at
their foes. "I don't expect what I'm saying to make sense, but the other
iterations of me, my other selves, they're all coming here, merging with me to
help meet the threat."

"You're; consolidating?" she asked in disbelief.

"That's one way to look at it," he said, his blue
eyes flashing. "It's gonna make finishing the Christmas run tight if I get
held up here much longer."

"Oh, terribly sorry if I'm inconveniencing you, your
highness." Ginny said, trying to not sound too snide. He put his bo