He'll Be Coming Down The Chimney Down の小説・ストーリー

Then in a rain of death, it fell upon the mansion, causing a tremor all throughout the building. From within the mansion, the chandelier rattled as dust streamed down onto the foyer. “Did you hear that?” Thomas squeaked. He could have sworn there was an earthquake happening. The twins ignored him, they were using up all their strength to reinforce the barrier. It would only be a matter of time before the black mist forced its way through. At that moment, Suzanne and Tom descended the staircase. “About bloody time!” Hans shouted at them, throwing two bottles of white powder in Tom’s direction as he helped the twins to strengthen the barrier. Tom caught the tiny glass bottles at the landing. I

It seems even an old dog can learn new tricks. I had been trying to spot anyone out the front windows when I heard him shouting. “Oh, SHIT! GET DOWN!!” The Hunter called from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” I questioned, starting to head to the back of the house, but it was too late. I could smell the burning gasoline and hear the clanging sound of something bouncing down the chimney. Fuck! I couldn’t move fast enough as the grenade landed, blasting me back into a wall. Someone is going to pay for that. “THAT MOTHER FUCKER!” I cursed, coughing as I shoved debris away.

I said "It's fine to come downstairs. I can't sit in this sitting room forever .... Sunny was supposed to call you but I haven't heard her call you yet," he said. " Am coming downstairs now…why didn't you just come up?" I asked putting on my shirt with one hand. "I don't want to cause a ruckus in your humble abode," he said before ending the call…I rushed down the stairs but stopped when I passed the kitchen and heard smoke coming from there.

The air was thick with cinnamon, gingerbread, and roasted chestnuts—so rich it was almost suffocating. I stood alone in the kitchen doorway, holding a cup of freshly made hot chocolate mousse. Steam rose in front of my face, but the warmth didn't quite reach my chest. My gaze drifted through the fog and settled on the dark, silent villa next door. Last night, there had been lights on over there. I pulled out my phone and typed: Uncle, Merry Christmas. Do you want to come over for some food? Almost an hour passed. No reply. Emma came over with a tray of fresh gingerbread men, her smile bright.

"You know we're not getting any more sleep, right?" I sighed. "Yeah. Okay, munchkin, you can come in." Heidi bounded across the room, flumping onto the bed and bouncing up and down on her knees. "It's Christmas! Time to get up!" "Okay, okay! You want to go see if Santa came?" Heidi nodded her wide-eyed approval, sliding off the bed and racing out of the room. "No opening anything until we come down!" I heaved a sigh and settled back into my pillow, looking into Sarah's lovely green eyes.

He was whole. Beside me, Killian hit the ground hard. His massive frame rolled through the slush, his bare back smoking where the hot iron of the chimney-grate had charred his skin. He did not stay down. He pushed himself up with his large hands, his teeth bared as he gasped for air, his eyes scanning the smoke. Behind us, the high tower came down. The massive chimney collapsed inward, burying the eastern entrance and the sally port under tons of broken walls and hot metal. A thick cloud of dust rolled across the courtyard, choking the air and blocking the light of the sky.

I forced a chuckle. “You know what they say about the early birds” He stared blankly like he was clueless about what I was saying. “Early bed gets the worm,” I said. “What worm,” “Come on, even a two-year-old knows that” I replied. His gaze stayed on me too long scanning my face. “Follow me” I followed him into the mansion, trying not to stare at everything—dark marble floors, golden pillars, glass stairs, a chandelier that probably cost more than my entire life.

​The descent through the vertical access shaft felt less like riding an elevator and more like plunging into the throat of an active volcano. The hyper-heated, sulfurous steam hissed through the iron grates of the hoist cage, condensing into thick droplets of gray grease on Vivian’s slate-gray officer’s mantle.

Down the hill, the wealthy neighbors were trapped inside their dark, shivering houses, peering out through their frost-covered windows. [Villa 04 - Director Harrison]: Do you see that? Look up at the flagship villa. There is thick, dark smoke billowing consistently from their chimney flues. They are burning high-grade, automated coal or running an industrial geothermal loop! It’s a literal tropical resort up there!

I don’t want to die. ** A shuddering gasp broke from my lips. That terrible stench of bones was in the air, and I looked around me. A cheerful bright orange fire crackled in a black stove right beside me. I heard the sound of wood splitting, and I saw a white-haired young man tinkering with the ceiling. He pushed apart the roof so that a small hole opened up into the sky. He shoved a black cylinder connected to the stove up into the hole, and then he jumped down from the chair he stood on. He wiped the dust from his hands and admired his handiwork. I don’t think he knew I was awake.