Eyes shifted left to to right nervously. Fingers and paws had been pointed at individuals. At first it was jokingly, hiding their fear under a facade of elf jolliness. They all knew though that among them there were people who were willing to kill to get what they wanted, and they would move at night. Everyone knew that it was a mad attempt to stop them, killing their own. However it was the best plan they could come up with on such short notice. Maybe if they weren’t so sure who the murders were. Two groups rose up, each side that they knew who was the murders among them. Voices yelled back and forth, trying to convince the other party to their side. The poor two elves shook from fear. What was happening?! This wasn’t supposed to happen! They both loudly proclaimed that they were innocent, but it fell upon deaf ears. They were jostled, chained, and questioned. Though neither would admit to anything. It was a real shame that they couldn’t kill both of them, but one would have to do. People started to shift sides, and those who had yet to voice their opinion broke the tie. Wam didn’t even protest as they were dragged towards the center of the office, but when they arrived they looked around questionably. No one had much experience in the regards of killing, at least not that they would admit. After the had stood in awkward silence, shuffling their feet around the sobbing elf. Finally someone walked over to them and lifted him off the floor. They sobbed against their shoulder as the strange elf patted them on the back. They then whispered something into their ear. Wam gasped as a tip of a sharpened candy cane poked through their back, straight through their heart. The elves watched silently as the body slid to the floor. The strange elf lifted something from the pockets of the corpse, a small silver keychain dangled from a woven chain. Elves muttered among themselves, and hesitantly followed the elf as he walked into Madge/Wam’s office. The dragged a trunk out from under the desk, slid the key in, and turned it silently. Inside were the very few personal possessions elves were allowed to own. A dairy, a photo of their family, and whatever keepsake they wanted. Wam had chosen something rather peculiar, a photo of the old mad himself. A few of the elves who could not see the photo, but could only here the description of each item felt a tiny bit relieved. They had chosen right after all, they had gotten a loyalist. The quite sighs of relief hadn’t spread to the front yet though, because they could see something that the rest couldn’t. The face of the picture was torn at, hundred of darts had evidently been stabbed through it. Again and again in fits of rage, harming the only likely ness of him that they could. They had chosen wrong. Wam was a union member through and through.
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