O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Christmas Eve was dead silent. Beneath an underpass in the freezing cold, an indigent man huddled in a makeshift lean-to made of tarp and cinder blocks. Unbeknownst to him, less than twenty feet away, Joe watched and waited. He peeled off his gloves and removed his mask, tucking them all into the void of his dry-suit. He made his way towards the homeless man with a predatory gleam in his eye.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.
The man shivered violently as Joe stood invisibly above him. Joe leaned in close to inspect the man's features. Disheveled but not too worn, more likely a victim of bad fortune than bad habits. A man who might have once enjoyed a life of privileged before fate cruelly ripped it away. He fit the bill, perfectly.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Joe positioned himself over the man. He gently placed his left hand on the man's cheeks right at the corner of his jaw. The vagrant opened his eyes and stared in horror at the monster caressing his face. He opened his mouth to scream and just as he did, Joe's right hand plunged into his mouth up to the wrist.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angels voices!
The man struggled to breath, staring a Joe with eyes that cried for mercy, but the only response was the frozen corpse inching his fingers ever further down the man's throat.
O night divine, the night when Christ was born
Finally the struggling ceased. The homeless man's blue lips and glazed eyes told Joe all he needed to know.
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
A few drops of frozen blood fell on the man's chest. Joe wiped his face, replaced his mask and gloves, and began to wrap the man up in the tarp of his lean-to.
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