Second Encounter [Pt 2]

"What do you have to say?" Amanda retorted as she relaxed the gun but still kept her arm ready in case she had miscalculated and he just wanted her to let her guard down so he could attack her.

She observed Santa wearily take a seat; not answering her question immediately. He looked weary and her heart reached out before she shook her head, clearing her thoughts immediately. She wasn't about to feel pity for a mass murderer no matter how weary he looked.

"I don't know how to feel about the fact that a human remembers me." Santa began

Amanda eyed him but said nothing; waiting for him to continue.

"You said you have some explaining to do, I am listening and it had better be good and I might not blow your brains to smithereens."