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\include{stories/Ghost_Hat.Invisible_}
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\include{stories/SummerGlaucoma.Bavarious_}
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\include{stories/LesterGroans.Dream_Hyen}
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%\include{stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac}
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\include{stories/murdered_by_owls.The_One_Ac}
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\include{stories/fishguzzler.Untitled}
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%\include{stories/TheElectronicOne.In_the_Mir}
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\include{stories/WhereTheFishLives.The_Horrid}
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``Up and kick and down and step and up and kick
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and{\ldots}REMEMBER TO SMILE!''
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and{\ldots} {\bf remember to smile!}''
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``FREEZE! THIS IS DETECTIVE BAVARIOUS OF THE NYPD! I HAVE A
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BARETTA LOCKED ONTO YOUR HEAD AND I WILL FIRE IF YOU DO NOT
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COMPLY!''
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``{\bf Freeze! This is detective Bavarious of the NYPD! I have a
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Baretta locked onto your head and I will fire if you do not
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comply}!''
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``WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!'' the detective screams as he
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``{\bf What the hell are you}?!'' the detective screams as he
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discharges the rest of his lethal cargo, again to no avail. The man
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finally slowly begins to turn around, revealing his bloated
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face.
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But then, she pulled the a wig off of Bella-Monica, and I vomited
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again. For Bella-Monica was actually me! Bella-Monica screamed
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harshly ``LISTEN TO ME-'' but I fired my gun at both of them,
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harshly ``{\bf listen to me}---'' but I fired my gun at both of them,
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exploding their faces in a shower of blood, brain matter, skull
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bits, and gristle. I fled upstairs and vomited in the sink. For I
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realized, I had just killed my twin brother. I was the last
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Not deterred by this horrendous creature, Bavarious screamed at the
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top of his lungs, ``EVIL-DOER! VILLAIN! YOU DO NOT FRIGHTEN
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ME!'' As he screamed, flecks of spittle mixed with the
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top of his lungs, ``{\bf Evil-doer! Villain! You do not frighten
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me!}'' As he screamed, flecks of spittle mixed with the
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still-running blood from his broken nose, only attracting the giant
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mosquito more.
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Bavarious gave the tyke a once-over, and answered ``Izzat
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right{\ldots}well, guess it's a good thing I have this Beretta then,
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huh?'' as he spoke, Luke eased his brown courdory overcoat aside,
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showing off a holstered Beretta 9mm, worn gunslinger style, with
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the butt facing forward. ``I imagine THIS will take care of that old
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DAWG'' he imitated the boys thick accent. He swooned a bit form the
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heat, and sweating copiusly, continued his roll down the street.
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Following at a short distance, the boy followed, shoeless and
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dressed only in blue coveralls, worn form use and neglect. His bare
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feet were covered in sores and wounds garnered from his time
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playing in the dirt and rocks surrounding the little no-name town
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they were in. His eyes were wide, and full of anticipation. He had
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never before seen a man this grossly overweight, and was
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intrigued.
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showing off a holstered Beretta 9mm, worn gunslinger style, with the
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butt facing forward. ``I imagine {\em this} will take care of that old
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{\em dawg}'' he imitated the boys thick accent. He swooned a bit form
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the heat, and sweating copiusly, continued his roll down the street.
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Following at a short distance, the boy followed, shoeless and dressed
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only in blue coveralls, worn form use and neglect. His bare feet were
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covered in sores and wounds garnered from his time playing in the dirt
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and rocks surrounding the little no-name town they were in. His eyes
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were wide, and full of anticipation. He had never before seen a man this
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grossly overweight, and was intrigued.
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After a few minutes, Luke felt as if the eyes of Satan himself were
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upon him, so he swung around fiercely, whipping out his sidearm
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``WHO DAT?!'' he cried his good eye searching and looking crazily
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``{\bf who dat}?!'' he cried his good eye searching and looking crazily
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around until it alighted on the small figure in front of him.
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The boy jumped from fright, and for a moment he felt as if his his
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heart was going to burst from his chest, spewing crimson blood
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across the dusty sidewalk ``IT'S JUST ME MISTER'' he shouted,
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across the dusty sidewalk ``{\bf it's just me mister}'' he shouted,
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thinking the geezer must be hard of hearing if he had not noticed
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him following by then ``I WANNA HELP, MISTER!''
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him following by then ``{\bf I wanna help, mister!}''
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``HELP?'' Shouted Luke, unconsciously imitating the boy and shouting
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back;``I DON'T--'' he suddenly realised he was shouting, and dropped
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his voice seeing that another couple across the street were
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``{\bf Help?}'' Shouted Luke, unconsciously imitating the boy and
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shouting back;``{\bf I don't}---'' he suddenly realised he was shouting,
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and dropped his voice seeing that another couple across the street were
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watching, intently`` I Don't need your help, kid{\ldots}now, buzz
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off{\ldots}get lost{\ldots}scram. Comprende?''
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on, get yourself killed, see if I care!'' and with that, he ran
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off.
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It took Luke another ten minutes of lurching to gain the front gate
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of the fenced in yard surrounding the mansion. ``Hmmmm, I don't SEE
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any big dog'' He continued to roll his single, jaundiced eye back
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and forth, looking in vain for any sign of a guard dog. Satisfied
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that there was no sign of such a beast, he opened the gate and
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hobbled up the front path to the stairs leading onto the porch. He
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unintentionally farted. Once in front of the massive oak
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double-doors, he swung his eye around for another look. Again,
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there was nothing to challenge him, and as he considered knocking,
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the doors parted of their own accord, affording him access to the
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darkened foyer of the seemingly uninhabited mansion.
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It took Luke another ten minutes of lurching to gain the front gate of
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the fenced in yard surrounding the mansion. ``Hmmmm, I don't {\em see}
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any big dog'' He continued to roll his single, jaundiced eye back and
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forth, looking in vain for any sign of a guard dog. Satisfied that there
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was no sign of such a beast, he opened the gate and hobbled up the front
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path to the stairs leading onto the porch. He unintentionally
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farted. Once in front of the massive oak double-doors, he swung his eye
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around for another look. Again, there was nothing to challenge him, and
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as he considered knocking, the doors parted of their own accord,
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affording him access to the darkened foyer of the seemingly uninhabited
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mansion.
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``CREEEEEEEEEAK'' went the doors, and when they were fully apart,
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``{\em Creeeeeeeeeak}'' went the doors, and when they were fully apart,
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L.B. (As his one and only friend called him) took stock of the room
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revealed before his eye.
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basement, sleeping their undead sleep in coffins filled with the
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dirt of their original resting places.
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He shifted his weight ``God-DAMN it I gotta lose some poundage'' he
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cursed. After a cursory search of the downstairs, he found what
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appeared to be a locked door to the basement, and he put his left
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ear up to it and listened.
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He shifted his weight ``God-{\em damn} it I gotta lose some poundage''
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he cursed. After a cursory search of the downstairs, he found what
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appeared to be a locked door to the basement, and he put his left ear up
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to it and listened.
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``Hmmmmm, sounds like a heart beating{\ldots}that's odd'' He tried the
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door, but as he had surmised; it was locked!
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faux spraypaint letters and some other bling he couldn't quite make
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out, before the Angel of Death took him.
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``Ma and Pa are gonna be SO PISSED that you killed Blackwood{\ldots}''
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said the boy to the corpse, glancing over to the lifeless dog
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``Maybe ma will raise ya, so they can punish ya!'' again his eyes
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filled with an evil gleam.
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``Ma and Pa are gonna be {\em so pissed} that you killed
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Blackwood{\ldots}'' said the boy to the corpse, glancing over to the
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lifeless dog ``Maybe ma will raise ya, so they can punish ya!'' again
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his eyes filled with an evil gleam.
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With that, he gave a shrill laugh, and ran as fast as he could back
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down the stairs, anticipation bubbling forth like boiling coffee.
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{\bf FOR MATURE READERS ONLY}
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{\bf For mature readers only}
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``DAD?'' One more time.
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``{\bf Dad?}'' One more time.
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``GODDAMMIT Luke! What is it now. I toldja gota bed fiteen
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``{\bf Goddammit} Luke! What is it now. I toldja gota bed fiteen
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mints ago!'' Maybe more than halfway through the night's
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Coors.
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Bartholomew Bavarious ignored his son. Or maybe didn't hear
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him over his own drunken whoops. ``Monshter inna closET!
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Monshter inna closET!'' He sang over and over, in a childish
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rhythm. Luke Bavarious stood, unblinking, unbelieving in the
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doorway. He saw the closet doors rattle slightly.
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Bartholomew Bavarious ignored his son. Or maybe didn't hear him over his
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own drunken whoops. ``Monshter inna clos{\bf et}! Monshter inna
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clos{\bf et}!'' He sang over and over, in a childish rhythm. Luke
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Bavarious stood, unblinking, unbelieving in the doorway. He saw the
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closet doors rattle slightly.
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``NOTTA GUDDEA? Oh fuck you, Luke Bavarious.'' And with
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``{\bf Notta guddea}? Oh fuck you, Luke Bavarious.'' And with
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that, his father threw open the closet doors, completely unprepared
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for the horrid behind them.
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**Quick edit to fix an {\em unintentional} typo**
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idea of sympathetic magic used through dolls doesn't have
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anything to do with traditional voodoo but was instead an idea from
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European ideas about witchcraft that was conflated with rumors
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about voodoo okay but ANYWAY he takes the doll and he raises it
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about voodoo okay but {\em anyway} he takes the doll and he raises it
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over the deep fryer and then he monologues: ``Haw, haw! Dad,
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you might have saved the world from those dopplegangers but
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I'll teach you to burn my Scream DVDs. Now when I want to
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really it should be called a European witchcraft doll but
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I'll get into that later---and then they'll do
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THIS!'' and he threw the doll into the deep fryer and
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{\bf this}!'' and he threw the doll into the deep fryer and
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uproariously began to cackle softly to himself with a silent
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``Haw, haw, haw!''
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My shaking hands curl into shaking fists. Mac. My friend. My
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brother. My killer. I lunge across the bar. ``You ROTTEN MURDERER!''
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I scream at him. I can't think. I can't breathe. My cigarette falls
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out of my mouth.
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My shaking hands curl into shaking fists. Mac. My friend. My brother. My
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killer. I lunge across the bar. ``You {\bf rotten murderer}!'' I scream
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at him. I can't think. I can't breathe. My cigarette falls out of my
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mouth.
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couldn't hear the thudding from this far, and the front wall
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didn't seem to be shaking. The front had an old-fashioned
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lighted sign that read ``Larry's RR'' and offered a
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jukebox, soda fountain, and coffee. The front windows were broken
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but had been boarded up by strong looking wood. BLACKOUT ARMISTICE
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was splashed across the left board in black spray-paint. After
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trying and failing to make sense of this felonious abstrusity,
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Bavarious looked up to examine the upper floors of the building.
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Most of the windows were boarded, plenty were broken, through a few
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he saw a spare bookcase or desk but nothing was moving in any of
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them. The longer he contemplated the lofts; he began to notice
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something about the rooms. He couldn't quite focus on it
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immediately, probably thanks to the last of the Jack still
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digesting in his stomach. Suddenly he caught it. In a few of the
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rooms he could see the same orange-tinted light faintly. Every so
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often the light would flicker or go out altogether for a few
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seconds. While this could have been attributed to a bad electrical
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line, Bavarious noticed that in every one of the rooms the light
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responded identically, as if the same bulb was burning out at the
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end of every kitchen socket.
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thudding from this far, and the front wall didn't seem to be
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shaking. The front had an old-fashioned lighted sign that read ``Larry's
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RR'' and offered a jukebox, soda fountain, and coffee. The front windows
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were broken but had been boarded up by strong looking wood. {\sf
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BLACKOUT ARMISTICE} was splashed across the left board in black
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spray-paint. After trying and failing to make sense of this felonious
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abstrusity, Bavarious looked up to examine the upper floors of the
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building. Most of the windows were boarded, plenty were broken, through
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a few he saw a spare bookcase or desk but nothing was moving in any of
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them. The longer he contemplated the lofts; he began to notice something
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about the rooms. He couldn't quite focus on it immediately, probably
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thanks to the last of the Jack still digesting in his stomach. Suddenly
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he caught it. In a few of the rooms he could see the same orange-tinted
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light faintly. Every so often the light would flicker or go out
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altogether for a few seconds. While this could have been attributed to a
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bad electrical line, Bavarious noticed that in every one of the rooms
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the light responded identically, as if the same bulb was burning out at
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``HEY! What I tell you about those friggin skates in my
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``{\bf Hey}! What I tell you about those friggin skates in my
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Sure, people had been complaining about weird noises coming from
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the campus restrooms for about a year now, ever since I enrolled
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last spring. Signs were placed on all the bulletin boards and
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restroom entrances: ``RESTROOMS MONITORED BY
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SECURITY.''
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Sure, people had been complaining about weird noises coming from the
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campus restrooms for about a year now, ever since I enrolled last
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spring. Signs were placed on all the bulletin boards and restroom
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entrances: {\sf RESTROOMS MONITORED BY SECURITY}.
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``(Sniffle{\ldots} sob)''.
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``KEEP IT DOWN!'' I shouted again.
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``{\bf Keep it down}!'' I shouted again.
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``(Sniff){\ldots} beggin' your{\ldots}
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``SHUT THE FU-'' and I could say no more. The occupant
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``{\bf Shut the fu---}'' and I could say no more. The occupant
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twisted its convulsing body toward me. First its reverberating
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forearms. Then its jiggling ball sack. Then its penis. If you call
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it was a mountain lion or coyote. It looked up at me and in the
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light of the moon and I realized what I was looking at. Or, perhaps
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I should say, WHO I was looking at. There, perched on the
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I should say, {\em who} I was looking at. There, perched on the
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disemboweled buck was a young human-like creature in a Boy Scout
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He'd make a show of keeping an open bottle of Jack on his
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person while talking to customers, luridly coming on to any female
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buyers slash wives slash children --- this earned him a couple
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of impressive beatings that had him just look an AWFUL lot like the
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kind of person you would not buy a car from --- he would follow
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the buyer around the RIUS-lot going ``oh heavens no, you
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wouldn't want to buy THAT; two words: DEATH TRAPS'' et
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cetera --- until Not-Dad would finally spot him from inside the
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dealership and coming rushing it, swearing and screaming,
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He'd make a show of keeping an open bottle of Jack on his person while
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talking to customers, luridly coming on to any female buyers slash wives
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slash children --- this earned him a couple of impressive beatings that
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had him just look an AWFUL lot like the kind of person you would not buy
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a car from --- he would follow the buyer around the RIUS-lot going ``oh
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heavens no, you wouldn't want to buy {\em that}; two words: {\em death
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traps}'' et cetera --- until Not-Dad would finally spot him from
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inside the dealership and coming rushing it, swearing and screaming,
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effectively scaring off pretty much everybody.
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`This building is tall{\ldots}.TOO tall', Bavarious
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`This building is tall{\ldots} {\em too} tall', Bavarious
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his pants and the other holding a beer. Suddenly, out of the corner
|
||||
of his eyes, Bavarious saw a flash! As he turned around to
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -142,7 +142,7 @@ twisted and saw a twisted figure of bone and seared flesh holding a
|
|||
wireless microphone, wearing the same greasy suit as the
|
||||
manager.
|
||||
|
||||
``The one, the ONLY. Luke. Bavarious!'' He announced to
|
||||
``The one, the {\em only}. Luke. Bavarious!'' He announced to
|
||||
the deathly audience.
|
||||
|
||||
I raised my gun to his head, and lined up the sights to his head. I
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -62,7 +62,7 @@ here.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
{\em BANG.} A gunshot cut through the air like a knife. I hit the
|
||||
{\bf Bang.} A gunshot cut through the air like a knife. I hit the
|
||||
deck, rolling behind a pile of rocks and scanning my surroundings
|
||||
for my would-be attacker. It was only then that I realised the shot
|
||||
had come from my own gun.
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -173,9 +173,9 @@ the room for some clue as to the 'disturbance'
|
|||
``What seems to be the problem?'' I asked, my voice
|
||||
taking on the familiar tone of compassion and intrigue.
|
||||
|
||||
``Well, some of my regular guest{\ldots}'' there are GUESTS in
|
||||
this place let alone regulars? ``say they've been hearin'
|
||||
some{\ldots}'' he paused to think of the word.
|
||||
``Well, some of my regular guest{\ldots}'' there are {\em guests} in
|
||||
this place let alone regulars? ``say they've been hearin' some{\ldots}''
|
||||
he paused to think of the word.
|
||||
|
||||
``Sounds?'' I supplied and he nodded.
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -61,7 +61,7 @@ trench coat though. Luke says no. He continues chasing.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Luke came to a dead end. DAMMIT! What is that? A sewer? Luke heads
|
||||
Luke came to a dead end. {\em Dammit!} What is that? A sewer? Luke heads
|
||||
down into the city sewer system. The stench is bad. Like rotting
|
||||
meat from last Thursday. He marches onward. Along the way he finds
|
||||
spare body limbs. Owner, unknown. He also sees the homeless boy
|
||||
|
@ -78,11 +78,11 @@ too evil.''
|
|||
``You're just a freakin' homeless
|
||||
kid.''
|
||||
|
||||
Luke pushes the boy down as he sloshes through the filth. The boy
|
||||
falls face-first into the sewage. As Luke wades he sees a door at
|
||||
the end of the tunnel he took. The door has a sign on it that reads
|
||||
THIS IS THE LAIR A MONSTER FAREWELL TO ALL WHOM ENTER. Luke pays no
|
||||
heed and barges through. He sees the homeless kid again.
|
||||
Luke pushes the boy down as he sloshes through the filth. The boy falls
|
||||
face-first into the sewage. As Luke wades he sees a door at the end of
|
||||
the tunnel he took. The door has a sign on it that reads {\sc This is
|
||||
the lair a monster farewell to all whom enter}. Luke pays no heed and
|
||||
barges through. He sees the homeless kid again.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -111,9 +111,6 @@ The End?
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Writing this was actually quite fun. Thank you, Mr Biddick!
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -220,7 +220,7 @@ darkness.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
``MUGLARHGHARGH''
|
||||
``{\bf Muglarhghargh}''
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -228,7 +228,7 @@ darkness.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
``RHUGLUGLRAH''
|
||||
``{\bf Rhugluglrah}''
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -70,27 +70,25 @@ demon, to avenge these horrible deaths.
|
|||
My phone rang. ``Just let it ring Bavarious, whoever it is would
|
||||
provide no help''
|
||||
|
||||
RING
|
||||
|
||||
RING
|
||||
|
||||
RING
|
||||
{\em Ring} \\
|
||||
{\em Ring} \\
|
||||
{\em Ring}
|
||||
|
||||
I surrendered to it, flipped it open.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Luke.
|
||||
``Luke.''
|
||||
|
||||
Yes?
|
||||
``Yes?''
|
||||
|
||||
I might have something on that knife wielding maniac you are always
|
||||
talking about.
|
||||
``I might have something on that knife wielding maniac you are always
|
||||
talking about.''
|
||||
|
||||
What?
|
||||
``What?''
|
||||
|
||||
Some guy with a crucifix was murmuring to himself near Biddick
|
||||
Park, this afternoon.
|
||||
``Some guy with a crucifix was murmuring to himself near Biddick
|
||||
Park, this afternoon.''
|
||||
|
||||
*click*
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -53,7 +53,7 @@ New York accent shrieks in my ear.
|
|||
|
||||
``Bavarious! Thank Christ you rang, something's not
|
||||
right, need your help immediately! It's coming for me Luke,
|
||||
it's COMIII --- ``. I interrupt him. ``Abe,
|
||||
it's {\bf comiii} --- ``. I interrupt him. ``Abe,
|
||||
what is this? Where are You?''. I can tell from the tone of
|
||||
his voice something isn't right. ``Why didn't you
|
||||
phone ME if something's wrong!'' I said.
|
||||
|
@ -99,7 +99,7 @@ Bavarious'' he whimpered, and before I had the time to react,
|
|||
to light the rag and tossed the bottle high in the air, shattering
|
||||
on the ceiling above him. Shards of glass and licks of flame fell
|
||||
down like hell fire onto his crumpled body. The house was wooden,
|
||||
and the fire spread like wildfire. ``AAAAABBBBEEEEEEE'' I
|
||||
and the fire spread like wildfire. ``{\bf Aaaaabbbbeeeeeee}'' I
|
||||
cried, crying for the loss of a friend. I was forced to vacate the
|
||||
house as fast as I could, the flames consuming the hut like the
|
||||
mouth of Lucifer. Just as I was maybe 20 feet from the hut, it
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -90,13 +90,13 @@ dropped the book in horror.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
``OH MY GOD!'' Timmy screamed. ``The smell{\ldots} it smells of vomit.''
|
||||
With this sudden revelation, he knew what was next. The Bavarius
|
||||
thing turned around as he knew it would. It stepped up to Timmy,
|
||||
its hands raised. As Timmy's dismembered head was flying
|
||||
through the air, his last thought was that revenge is morally wrong
|
||||
and often hurts the revenger more than the revengee, and it's best
|
||||
to take the high road in all conflicts.
|
||||
``{\bf Oh my God!}'' Timmy screamed. ``The smell{\ldots} it smells of
|
||||
vomit.'' With this sudden revelation, he knew what was next. The
|
||||
Bavarius thing turned around as he knew it would. It stepped up to
|
||||
Timmy, its hands raised. As Timmy's dismembered head was flying through
|
||||
the air, his last thought was that revenge is morally wrong and often
|
||||
hurts the revenger more than the revengee, and it's best to take the
|
||||
high road in all conflicts.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -23,12 +23,12 @@ from again.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
I stepped up. I knew if I wasn't careful enough I would fall
|
||||
to the hands of the monster. If they were hands. That it had. The
|
||||
boy had warned me about this. I had been foolish not to listen. I
|
||||
looked around and restlessly put my hand near my Beretta. My TWO
|
||||
Berettas. The breeze drifted through the trees and made waves on
|
||||
the surface of the lake. My eyes scanned the lake.
|
||||
I stepped up. I knew if I wasn't careful enough I would fall to the
|
||||
hands of the monster. If they were hands. That it had. The boy had
|
||||
warned me about this. I had been foolish not to listen. I looked around
|
||||
and restlessly put my hand near my Beretta. My {\em two} Berettas. The
|
||||
breeze drifted through the trees and made waves on the surface of the
|
||||
lake. My eyes scanned the lake.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -32,11 +32,10 @@ I have a barrette. I keep it with me in case I've got to put up my
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
I'm thinking now. What kind of name is Bavarious? It is the steam,
|
||||
the steam from the Fatherland's best beer region? And why Luke?
|
||||
Cool hands, warm heart? Or do I walk in the sky, over to
|
||||
GRAN-ND-PA's arms, my left leg caught, with my seven-league boots,
|
||||
in The Barn?
|
||||
I'm thinking now. What kind of name is Bavarious? It is the steam, the
|
||||
steam from the Fatherland's best beer region? And why Luke? Cool hands,
|
||||
warm heart? Or do I walk in the sky, over to {\bf Gran-Nd-Pa}'s arms, my
|
||||
left leg caught, with my seven-league boots, in The Barn?
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -84,7 +83,7 @@ Land.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
{\bf NEXT WEEK, IRAQ, BEN'S P.O.V.}
|
||||
\section*{Next Week, Iraq, Ben's Point Of View}
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -38,7 +38,7 @@ target.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
``Hi,'' she said once I got my drink. The light leaked
|
||||
from the neon signs that said ``PARADISE''. I chuckled as
|
||||
from the neon signs that said {\sc Paradise}. I chuckled as
|
||||
I sipped my cocktail gingerly. How ironic.
|
||||
|
||||
``What can I do you for,'' I asked. I didn't mean
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -5,60 +5,54 @@
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Luke Bavarious sat weeping in his rust colored apartment. The kind
|
||||
of apartment that wept pain and vomited sorrow from every bowed
|
||||
ceiling tile to every dinged and dingy wall. It had been three
|
||||
weeks since that fatal night and he just couldn't get it out
|
||||
of his head. His once normal life was twisted into a tormented and
|
||||
nightmareish existence. As he sat cleaning his Beretta, the very
|
||||
Beretta he was issued from the precinct, he remembered that fateful
|
||||
evening. Rain was vomiting from the sky and it sounded as if a
|
||||
thousand wounds were spilling mucus and pus from their pierced
|
||||
membranes. Luke walked down the street when suddenly he saw a
|
||||
sobbing mess of a man. Homeless scum he thought. This man was
|
||||
wearing a disheveled burlap sack with tears that looked like the
|
||||
ripped flesh of a person who was left for dead long ago. Luke
|
||||
grimaced at the homeless man, thinking to himself ``I'll
|
||||
bet this is the guy the chief told me about, I won't have any
|
||||
noise complaints on my watch!'' Suddenly he exploded into
|
||||
action drawing his Beretta he steadied it at the homeless man who
|
||||
whimpered at first, but gradually started to let loose a blood
|
||||
curdling scream that smelled of death and reeked of vengeance.
|
||||
``YOU LET ME BECOME THIS MESS OF A HUMAN!'' the homeless
|
||||
man shouted. He leaped at Luke arms flailing wildly and razor sharp
|
||||
fingernails digging into Luke's arm and revealing the rust
|
||||
colored life force within him. Luke's Beretta skittered
|
||||
across the alley just out of reach. ``Without my Beretta I
|
||||
will have to handle this mad man using my bare hands'' Luke
|
||||
thought to himself. As he exploded forward lungs heaving and arms
|
||||
outstretched he made contact with the man. Wrapping his arms around
|
||||
the homeless man's neck he wrenched and wrenched until the
|
||||
neck split like a ripened banana, spilling a vibrant rouge all over
|
||||
the asphalt. The gore was thick, and layered in between
|
||||
Luke's fists which made it harder to grip his now reclaimed
|
||||
Beretta. As he steadied his shot, he kept feeling a nagging
|
||||
suspicion in the back of his Anger filled mind. He knew this man
|
||||
once, but he could not place it. ``No matter.'' Luke
|
||||
thought, This man is a burden on society and must be dealt with.
|
||||
Luke cocked the hammer of his Beretta and as the hammer of justice
|
||||
falls on those who do wrong, so did the hammer of the Beretta fall
|
||||
on the firing pin launching round after round into what Luke
|
||||
considered human garbage. The man's skull exploded and his
|
||||
chest lit up with the continuous barrage of hot lead pouring from
|
||||
the only real friend Luke had, his Beretta. The homeless man winced
|
||||
one last time as snot and spit and vomit erupted from his mouth,
|
||||
eyes, and nose like a morbid fountain. As he rolled over to die,
|
||||
Luke saw something in his hand. Luke crouched down to gaze upon the
|
||||
item, and noticed it was a picture, a picture of a familiar person.
|
||||
LUKE BAVARIOUS, but who was the man in that picture? Luke stared at
|
||||
the man, and then the photograph, the pieces finally coming
|
||||
together. ``Father'' he thought, as he clutched the
|
||||
picture in his hands like a hawk clutches a dying mouse. If I would
|
||||
have known you'd end up like this I would have dropped out of
|
||||
the academy, but I made my choice, and you made yours.
|
||||
``Nobody makes noise on Luke Bavarious' watch!''
|
||||
Luke said as he chambered one last round, and placed it right
|
||||
between his rotting father's eyes.
|
||||
Luke Bavarious sat weeping in his rust colored apartment. The kind of
|
||||
apartment that wept pain and vomited sorrow from every bowed ceiling
|
||||
tile to every dinged and dingy wall. It had been three weeks since that
|
||||
fatal night and he just couldn't get it out of his head. His once normal
|
||||
life was twisted into a tormented and nightmareish existence. As he sat
|
||||
cleaning his Beretta, the very Beretta he was issued from the precinct,
|
||||
he remembered that fateful evening. Rain was vomiting from the sky and
|
||||
it sounded as if a thousand wounds were spilling mucus and pus from
|
||||
their pierced membranes. Luke walked down the street when suddenly he
|
||||
saw a sobbing mess of a man. Homeless scum he thought. This man was
|
||||
wearing a disheveled burlap sack with tears that looked like the ripped
|
||||
flesh of a person who was left for dead long ago. Luke grimaced at the
|
||||
homeless man, thinking to himself ``I'll bet this is the guy the chief
|
||||
told me about, I won't have any noise complaints on my watch!'' Suddenly
|
||||
he exploded into action drawing his Beretta he steadied it at the
|
||||
homeless man who whimpered at first, but gradually started to let loose
|
||||
a blood curdling scream that smelled of death and reeked of vengeance.
|
||||
``{\bf You let me become this mess of a human!}'' the homeless man
|
||||
shouted. He leaped at Luke arms flailing wildly and razor sharp
|
||||
fingernails digging into Luke's arm and revealing the rust colored life
|
||||
force within him. Luke's Beretta skittered across the alley just out of
|
||||
reach. ``Without my Beretta I will have to handle this mad man using my
|
||||
bare hands'' Luke thought to himself. As he exploded forward lungs
|
||||
heaving and arms outstretched he made contact with the man. Wrapping his
|
||||
arms around the homeless man's neck he wrenched and wrenched until the
|
||||
neck split like a ripened banana, spilling a vibrant rouge all over the
|
||||
asphalt. The gore was thick, and layered in between Luke's fists which
|
||||
made it harder to grip his now reclaimed Beretta. As he steadied his
|
||||
shot, he kept feeling a nagging suspicion in the back of his Anger
|
||||
filled mind. He knew this man once, but he could not place it. ``No
|
||||
matter.'' Luke thought, This man is a burden on society and must be
|
||||
dealt with. Luke cocked the hammer of his Beretta and as the hammer of
|
||||
justice falls on those who do wrong, so did the hammer of the Beretta
|
||||
fall on the firing pin launching round after round into what Luke
|
||||
considered human garbage. The man's skull exploded and his chest lit up
|
||||
with the continuous barrage of hot lead pouring from the only real
|
||||
friend Luke had, his Beretta. The homeless man winced one last time as
|
||||
snot and spit and vomit erupted from his mouth, eyes, and nose like a
|
||||
morbid fountain. As he rolled over to die, Luke saw something in his
|
||||
hand. Luke crouched down to gaze upon the item, and noticed it was a
|
||||
picture, a picture of a familiar person. {\em Luke Bavarious}, but who
|
||||
was the man in that picture? Luke stared at the man, and then the
|
||||
photograph, the pieces finally coming together. ``Father'' he thought,
|
||||
as he clutched the picture in his hands like a hawk clutches a dying
|
||||
mouse. If I would have known you'd end up like this I would have dropped
|
||||
out of the academy, but I made my choice, and you made yours. ``Nobody
|
||||
makes noise on Luke Bavarious' watch!'' Luke said as he chambered one
|
||||
last round, and placed it right between his rotting father's eyes.
|
||||
|
||||
e: for title
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -96,7 +96,7 @@ yard, freshly landed.
|
|||
Luke could not believe his good luck, in all his 10 years he'd
|
||||
never gotten anything special for himself, and he could understand
|
||||
how anyone would be frozen with excitement upon seeing not one, but
|
||||
TWO untouched shells to be raided.
|
||||
{\em two} untouched shells to be raided.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -143,10 +143,10 @@ dangerous!''
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Luke stared incredulously at his new companion, and shouted back
|
||||
``Why are you always trying to take everything away from me? Why
|
||||
can't I have one thing, just ONE THING that other people have? If
|
||||
I'm so special why am I always left out?!''
|
||||
Luke stared incredulously at his new companion, and shouted back ``Why
|
||||
are you always trying to take everything away from me? Why can't I have
|
||||
one thing, just {\em one thing} that other people have? If I'm so
|
||||
special why am I always left out?!''
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -186,7 +186,7 @@ bleed through the boy's speech. They screamed now. Angry,
|
|||
haunting, they pierced through Luke's hands as he covered his
|
||||
ears.
|
||||
|
||||
``No, NOO!'' he screamed as he began to beat his head
|
||||
``No, {\bf noo!}'' he screamed as he began to beat his head
|
||||
against the rubble. But it did nothing to lessen the shrieking
|
||||
crowd. He had to end it. He saw the pipe, sticking out of the
|
||||
foundation. Its jagged end would easily drive through his
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -299,9 +299,9 @@ I moaned in horror! It was impossible!
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
The bar was still there with the normal amount of weight on either
|
||||
end. But between my gripping fists, in the exact center of the bar,
|
||||
hung what could only be the {\bf THE SAME PAIR OF BALLS THAT
|
||||
PREVIOUSLY HAD BEEN ATTACHED TO THAT OLD MAN!}
|
||||
end. But between my gripping fists, in the exact center of the bar, hung
|
||||
what could only be the {\em the same pair of balls that previously had
|
||||
been attached to that old man!}
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ friend was taken, I glanced to the stars and felt a shiver run down
|
|||
my spine as they seemed to blink in the night sky. A coppery rusty
|
||||
scent floated on the stale breeze. I was close. I walked up to the
|
||||
old wooden door, with my finger on the trigger, and kicked it open.
|
||||
LIGHT. Bright searing light. Red rusty light. Purple smoky light.
|
||||
{\bf Light}. Bright searing light. Red rusty light. Purple smoky light.
|
||||
Spirally yellow light. Grey and black and white colorless light. I
|
||||
didn't hear the broken door clatter to the ground in front of
|
||||
me or the vomit that suddenly projected from my throat, just the
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -75,8 +75,8 @@ spitting blood onto the floor.
|
|||
|
||||
``But I can help mister, I want to help''
|
||||
|
||||
``GET OUT'' Bavarious snarled, raising his Berettas to
|
||||
scan the darkness.
|
||||
``{\bf Get out}'' Bavarious snarled, raising his Berettas to scan the
|
||||
darkness.
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
|
@ -44,8 +44,8 @@ in{\ldots}''
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
I was starting to lose my cool. ``Luke. Bavarious. LUKE! FUCKING!
|
||||
BAVARIOUS!''
|
||||
I was starting to lose my cool. ``Luke. Bavarious. {\bf Luke! Fucking!
|
||||
Bavarious!}''
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -137,9 +137,9 @@ prison. The Demon Lord smiles at me and I smile back.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
``YOU HAVE DONE WELL, LUKE BAVARIOUS. NOW THAT I AM FREE, THERE WILL
|
||||
BE NO STOPPING ME. I WILL RULE THIS WORLD AND EVERYONE WHO INHABITS
|
||||
IT.''
|
||||
``{\bf You have done well, Luke Bavarious. Now that I am free, there
|
||||
will be no stopping me. I will rule this world and everyone who
|
||||
inhabits it.}''
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -147,10 +147,10 @@ IT.''
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
``YOU HAVE SHOWN YOURSELF TO BE A FAITHFUL SERVANT. AS SUCH, YOU
|
||||
SHALL BE REWARDED. YOU WILL BE MY RIGHT HAND WHEN I ENSLAVE THIS
|
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PUNY WORLD. YOU WILL HOLD THE HIGHEST RANK IN MY ARMY. THE RANK OF
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PAYROLL ADMINISTRATOR.''
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``{\bf You have shown yourself to be a faithful servant. As such, you
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shall be rewarded. You will be my right hand when I enslave this puny
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world. You will hold the highest rank in my army. The rank of Payroll
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Administrator.}''
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Suddenly he saw movement. A man or what was once a man or woman
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came dashing out from behind Missile Command. ``OUT.. OF..
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CREDITS..!!!'' it screeched in a slow southern drawl. ``No monster,
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came dashing out from behind Missile Command. {\sc OUT\ldots OF\ldots
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CREDITS\ldots{}!} it screeched in a slow southern drawl. ``No monster,
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you're out of life'' said Bavarius as he squeezed the trigger
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rapidly and deliberately.
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could see he was correct, and he saw her lifeless body scream with
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anguish as it realized its plight.
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``THE HORROR!'' he yelped.
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``{\bf The horror!}'' he yelped.
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But then he noticed something else{\ldots}
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``THE HORROR!'' he yelped as he saw that there was a rectangular
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``{\bf The horror!}'' he yelped as he saw that there was a rectangular
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sized hole in her juggular.
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Could it be that the 3 rectangles he had seen were part of
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``Father, why are you so energized?'' Barney gulped.
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``BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN THE MOUNTAIN TOP AND UPON IS ARE RECTANGLES!''
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His father, Aragorn, who was named Aragorn after a particular event
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led his father to read Animal Farm, babbled incessantly.
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``{\bf Because I have seen the mountain top and upon is are
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rectangles!}'' His father, Aragorn, who was named Aragorn after a
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particular event led his father to read Animal Farm, babbled
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incessantly.
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``No it doesn't have to be this way!'' Barney said as Barney pulled
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out his Ferrari branded knife and slashed a triangle into his
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THUD! Luke kicked the mansion's heavy wooden doors open. He
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{\em Thud!} Luke kicked the mansion's heavy wooden doors open. He
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was in a large living room, 50 feet wide. All the furniture was
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covered with ghostly white sheets and a chandelier hung ominously
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overhead. There were lit torches on the walls.
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@ -81,7 +81,7 @@ in terrible danger!''
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SMASH! Another creature erupted into my office. The window
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{\em Smash!} Another creature erupted into my office. The window
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atomized. Glass fragments splashed the floor like razor sharp
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raindrops.
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``N-N-NOOOO-O!'' I puked out sobs and some of the coffee
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from before. I shot blindly, managing to kill one last monster. The
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remainder closed on me like a curtain of death. Knowing I was done
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for, I vomited one last time. Then passed out.
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``{\bf N-n-noooo-o!}'' I puked out sobs and some of the coffee from
|
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before. I shot blindly, managing to kill one last monster. The remainder
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closed on me like a curtain of death. Knowing I was done for, I vomited
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one last time. Then passed out.
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