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\chapauth{Creflo Chronicle}
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\chapter{Black River}
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2009-07-10 15:02:15 -06:00
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\noindent The horrid, crushing sound of a gushing river broke through Luke
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Bavarius's rushing mind. He had awoken from a deep sleep to the
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sound. The horrid sound. He had a hangover from too many Coors, and
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it was driving him mad. Ever since the alley, where the ghoul had
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deformed him, he drank every night until he blacked out. Otherwise,
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there were the dreams. The horrid dreams.
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But now the river had woke him up. It made no sense. He lived in
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the city, not by a river. And the sound was driving him mad. He
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vomited.
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He got out of bed and shook the horrid vomit off his hands. He went
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to his window. He looked out of his window. His apartment had been
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moved from the busy city to a deserted hill overnight. At the foot
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of the hill was a river. A black river. He went to his front door.
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He opened it. He stepped outside. Rough stone steps lead from his
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door down to below the surface of the rushing river. He turned
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around and looked at his apartment. It was as though a giant had
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reached in to his apartment building and scooped his apartment out
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and then dropped it on top of the hill. The grass on the hill was
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brown and dead. Around the base of the hill there was a dark,
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impenetrable forest. Bavarius thought he could see faces peering
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out at him from between the trees. Suddenly, night fell. Luke ran
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in to his apartment.
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The moon was the only light to be seen. There were no stars. The
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moon shone down and was reflected on to the river.
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Two fiends rose out of the river, walking up the stairs. They were
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as tall as a tall man, but fat and obese. They looked the way
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babies would look if they were as tall as a tall man. They were
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white with black splotches like an albino who had had mud thrown on
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him. They were naked. Bavarius quivered with fear, and held his
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Beretta close to comfort him.
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The manbabies stopped as they reached his door. They shouted to him
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inside the house in unison. ``Luke Bavarius!'' they shouted. ``Let us
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in and we will save you from some pain!'' Their voices were like a
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sick man vomiting while trying to talk.
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``No!'' Luke shouted.
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The manbabies each raised a hand and pressed it against the door.
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The door flew off it's hinges and slammed into a wall like from an
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explosion. The manbabies entered Luke's apartment.
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Bavarius was still shaking with fear, but his killer instincts
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kicked in. He leveled his trusty Beretta and fired 4 quick shots: 2
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in each of the ghouls' heads. The bullets struck them and black
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ichor vomited out of the wounds. Soon though it congealed and
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clogged the holes. The manbabies smiled and walked forward. ``No!''
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Luke shouted. They didn't listen. They walked him out of his
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sliding glass door that used to lead to his balcony. It no longer
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led to his balcony. He wasn't in the city any more.
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Outside there was a flat black stone, like a chunk of a freshly
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paved road, but it looked natural. The manbabies led him to it and
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held him against it, one at either end. The one by his head held
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his arms down against the stone. The one by his legs held his feet
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down against the stone.
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Skinny, emaciated people emerged from the forest and came up to the
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stone. In their hands they held sharp shards of rock. One by one,
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they stepped up and cut a deep gash in Bavarius's skin. He screamed
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horridly. Wherever his rust-colored blood vomited from his body
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onto the grass, the grass came to life with a rich golden sheen.
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The life spread across the grass slowly.
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``No!'' Luke shouted.
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Luke died.
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When the last of his blood had left the wounds, the manbabies each
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grasped their end tightly and tugged, ripping his body in half.
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Each tucked their half under their arm and trudged down the stairs
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and under the horrid black river. As they submerged, the river
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seemed to dry up, leaving a barren riverbed.
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``It is good,'' the leader of the tribe said to his woman. ``Our crops
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will grow again.''
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``Yes, it is good,'' said his woman, patting her pregnant stomach.
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``Little Luke Bavarius will not starve.''
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The End
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\illustration{Creflo Chronicle}{}{art/Creflo_Chronicle-Black_River.png}
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