\chapter{The Homeless Monster}
\by{TarDolphinorShark}





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.

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