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\chapauth{O Tempora! O Mores!}
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\chapter{The First and Second Stories}
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\section*{The first story!}
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The bottle had clouded the room almost as much as the cigars. I
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could hardly breathe without inhaling more smoke---it was so bad,
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the door opening barely shifted the fog. But that may have just
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been my mind.
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``I got a case for you,'' he said. ``I been lookin' for this girl
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goin' on three weeks now. You find her, you bring 'er to me. For
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your trouble,'' and he tossed a stack of bills on the table. The
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sound was like a sledgehammer to the skull. ``You got a picture,'' I
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asked, the words slurring together in a muddle. He tossed a
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polaroid on the table, the sound like a smack to the face. The door
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closed, and I passed out.
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When I woke up, I was surprised that I didn't choke on the fog in
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the room, as thick as it was, and at least now I could see the door
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again, with its golden-painted name: Luke Bavarious, P.I. I rolled
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out of the chair, and watched the room spin. I'd hit the bottle
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hard last night, and I felt the bile rising. I forced it back down,
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my head spinning. I stood up, and picked up the picture. She was
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pretty, I'd give the man that. But that smile{\ldots} she liked fun. She
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liked a lotta fun. I turned it over, and saw a string of numbers
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written there. It was too long for a phone number{\ldots} Wait.
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One-two-three{\ldots} Ten digits. Four. Two. Three. A number and an
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address? This guy coulda picked her up himself. What'd he need me
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for?
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I picked up the stack of bills, and headed for the door. I grabbed
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my coat as I meandered past, and the bills. Past due. Past due.
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Late. Hmm{\ldots} this one was already paid for? Since when had I paid a
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bill? Advertisement. That damn client who wanted another look
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around. Hey. Here's the place. Damn fine building for a pretty
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little girl.
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I got up to the door, and knocked. A soft voice called, ``Come in,''
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and I did. She wasn't wearing much, and it was cool in there. Damn,
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but she was pretty. And that was a thin little slip to be wearing
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with company, but hey, who cared, it was just us. She walked over,
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smiling slightly, and asked, ``Are you looking for me?'' ``A man asked
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me to find you, and gave me this picture{\ldots}'' I said, but my mind
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wasn't on what I was saying, she was too fine to think about
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anything else. I'd been alone a long time, and here she was,
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standing real close.
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``Aww, don't be all about the work,'' she said, her smile suggesting
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such exquisite delights, and her dark, seductive eyes pulling me
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into an intimate embrace of desire and pleasure. I felt passion
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stirring lazily, swelling in my chest, like an exceptionally loud
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burp, but always finding more room to fill, until it finally took
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up all of the space it could manage, as it got more and more
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intense. Like a storm ravaging my soul, it burned in me, a desire
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to have her, this pretty little thing. She saw my need, my want,
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and opened her mouth, to say the affirmation that already was
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showing through the way her bosom swelled with air, stretching the
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thin fabric to its limits, threatening to release her breasts like
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racehorses from the starting line, until it suddenly did, and the
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smooth skin made me lose track of my own senses, as her smile
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deepened and she pulled me close, her soft but firm body pressed
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against mine, our two forms moving as one towards the room, satin
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sheets already on the bed, a heaven of fabric and lust.
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She pulled off my trenchcoat without my noticing, as I undid the
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buttons on the back of her slip. Her hands pushed aside the ruffles
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of my shirt as she looked for the buttons, like a man running his
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fingers through sand to find his glasses lens. I didn't notice she
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had undone the buttons until her hands wound through my chest hair,
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tugging like a rider at a horse, and pulled me down, as somehow,
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like a magician's trick, my pants were lying on the chair, and my
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boxers too. She wasn't wearing much under the slip at all, mostly
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just skin. There was a little darkening of hair, but my, she had a
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fine body. Athletic, too. She knew what she was doing, and I got
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lost in the flow, the rhythm, the back-and-forth of it all, as a
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flower of light blossomed in my mind, my eyes closed in ecstatic
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pleasure and joy as I felt like new life had flowed into my aching
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bones and washed away everything that was wrong, and she squealed a
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sound of pure delight that rang like a bell in my mind with a
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sparkling love and glory as I dropped away, exhausted.
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Waking up was hard after what had gone on before, but I managed to
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pull myself together enough to smell the iron and the sticky-sweet
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smell. My eyes opened, and I saw red. Lots of red, all over the
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mirrors and the walls and the ceiling and spilled onto the
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bedsheets where we had lain the night before. The room stank of
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blood, as I saw spatters across the dresser and sprays on the
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mirror, which had dripped down some, and traced red trails across
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my image. As I moved on the bed, it squished with blood and oozed
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out red, onto the already soaked sheets and into the dark red pool
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around me. I saw her body on the floor, bullet holes riddling her
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side, and still somehow pumping out the gory flood, slowly, pump{\ldots}
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pump{\ldots} {\ldots} pump-{\ldots} as the dark red dried around her, and all over
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the room it still rolled down, a sad end to a pretty girl like
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her.
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I was back where it all started, in the office. There was more
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smoke this time, it was like a dream. The booze burned, but not as
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much as the memory of her lying there, her vital fluids pumping out
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onto the floor, already drowning in blood. She had been so pretty,
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too{\ldots} I reached for another bottle, and forgot the glass this
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time. It wasn't like it was the taste that mattered anymore, it was
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the forgetting. I pulled out more tobacco, and added a little extra
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from my hidden drawer. I needed to get rid of these memories. The
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smoke was different now, the taste was more bitter, but I didn't
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care. She would go away. As the haze took everything, she walked
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through the fog and everything else faded, but she was clear. She
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stood there, pretty as she was when I saw her first, and wearing a
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little black silk thing too, it was so thin and sheer, you could
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see every detail, and my, wasn't she fine. She started to pull it
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off, and slowly, slowly, it dropped to the floor, too softly to
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hear. She turned, and started to dance. I just wanted to forget.
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Here she was. Relief. I wanted her to go away. Release. Let me
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forget you, I wanted to scream. Let me die in peace! The smoke was
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acrid now, burning and black. The pain was fleeting, and the dark
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was better. The room was painted red, a red fog that spread through
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the smoke to coat the wall, and pour out onto the floor, a sticky,
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dark red pool that shined lazily under the swinging light.
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fin.
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\section*{The second story!}
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I stood at the corner of Selby and Rice glaring at the bright neon
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sign hanging over The Purple Mermaid Motel.
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``Years of being a private detective and this is all I
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get?'' I swore under my breath and gracefully walked through
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the revolving doors. The dim lighting over the front desk glowed
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ominousness, casting shadows on the stained carpet over the cheap
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linoleum flooring. I curled my lip and walked cautiously to the
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small man perched on a bar stool and gazing down on the desk, only
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moving to adjust his glasses and scratch something with a ball
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point pen.
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``Excuse me, are you David Dawson?'' I asked placing my
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hands on the counter, attempting to look intimidating. I quickly
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removed my hands noticing a large cockroach scuttling along the
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banister.
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``Yeah, who want's ta know?'' he continued to look down
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rather than up at my face, which was frustrating to begin with, but
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to actually question who I was{\ldots} that was another
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frustration.
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`` Luke Bavarious, Privet detective, per your request.''
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I could feel my lips tightening into a straight line as I held on
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to the 't' entirely too long. Dawson turned up to face me, a mask
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of filth covered his what I assumed white skin and his blue eyes
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seemed magnified by his horribly dirty spectacles.
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``Yea' came sooner than I espected.'' he stood up and
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walked from behind the desk to shake my hand. He shook my hand
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entirely too long and pressed his body unnaturally close to me in a
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hug. I restrained myself from pushing him away and walking out of
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this cheep rat hole, the money was too good to turn away.
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``That's what I'm known for'' I muttered, looking around
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the room for some clue as to the 'disturbance'
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``What seems to be the problem?'' I asked, my voice
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taking on the familiar tone of compassion and intrigue.
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``Well, some of my regular guest{\ldots}'' there are {\em guests} in
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this place let alone regulars? ``say they've been hearin' some{\ldots}''
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he paused to think of the word.
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``Sounds?'' I supplied and he nodded.
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``Damn you are good{\ldots}'' I suppressed the desire to roll
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my eyes and simply smiled at the complement. ``Well, I was
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hopin' you could make us{\ldots}comfortable again, putten our minds at
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rest, ya know?'' oh it would take more than a simple sweep to
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put my mind at rest in this place{\ldots} I nodded again and dazzled him
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with my 'everything-will-be-okay' smile.
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``Show me to the room.''
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* * *
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I unpacked my tool kit and began scanning the room for simple
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signs; rats, roaches, people playing tricks. Luckily, I couldn't
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find anything that pointed towards rats and roached, but the idea
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of someone leaning into the paper thin walls and creating an 'eerie
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sound' made me satisfied. I decided to spend one night in the room
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to make sure I was right. Easiest \$400 I've ever made{\ldots} my
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thoughts trailed off as I slipped into the semi-attractive bed and
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shut off the light. Quickly, I turned it back on and strained my
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ears. Calm yourself{\ldots} don't get so worked up. I shrugged my
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shoulders and turned the light off for the second time. Nestling
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into the pillow, I shut my eyes tight and concentrated on my
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breathing.
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``lllluuuukkkkkeee'' I sat up straight and looked around
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the darkened room. I chuckled softly to myself, the room being
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entirely too small for another body to go unnoticed. I shrugged
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again and settled back into my routine.
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``lllllllluuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'' I
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turned the light on one more time and jumped out of the bed. There
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is only a logical explanation for this. The only person in this
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piece of crap is Dawson, which must mean he is behind the wall{\ldots} I
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silently grabbed my gun and slid a magazine into the belt, leaning
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against the wall I positioned myself. I kicked the wall and the
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plaster gave way with ease, taking one look inside the hollow wall
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my mouth ran dry.
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12:21 Standing before me was a large man's body, or what was left.
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The eyes were removed and caked blood filled the outer rim of the
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sockets, his teeth were broken and jagged inside his mouth, lips
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torn off to reveal rotting flesh and maggots. My skin crawled as he
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opened his mouth once more and uttered my name.
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``llllllllluuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeee'' my eyes
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widened in horror and I rushed out of the room, leaving my tools
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and clothing behind I dashed down the stairway and into the main
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room.
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``Dija fix it?'' Dawson asked, holding up the money. I
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grabbed the bills and rushed out the door without a word, quickly
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across the street and into the bar.
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``I quit'' I muttered, ordering my first round.
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I had barely begun my first drink before I heard it.
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``llllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkeeeeee'' I felt my
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heartbeat quicken, my pulse erratic and sweat start to pound from
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my veins. He's here? My thoughts seemed childish and rhetorical, of
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course he was. I took a shallow and shaky breath, hands and lip
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quivering in fear, stood up and walked towards the door. I threw a
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twenty on the counter and pushed my way through the doors. There he
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stood in the glow of the parking lot, flesh falling off as he
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stood.
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``lllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeee''
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I cocked my gun and fired one, two, three. I could feel the fire
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back effect and emptied my clip into the corpse. He only smiled, or
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what I thought would be, and opened his mouth again, saliva
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dripping down onto the concrete. My heart thudded against my chest,
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ragged breathing tearing through me like a cold blade. I threw my
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gun to the side, useless to me now, and closed my eyes. You can do
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it! I urged myself forward and threw myself on top of him. My fists
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met flesh, tearing and ripping at the body in an attempt to ward it
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away. My eyes shut tightly, I continued to pound my fists into the
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cold man hoping that this would finally take his retched face from
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my memories. I dug through my pocket and took out my switchblade,
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releasing the blade I stabbed and ripped at the face tearing it
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apart before my very eyes.
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12:46
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``lllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeee'' I
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stabbed and stabbed and stabbed until the body ceased and the mouth
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released one final word.
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``Luke?'' I opened my eyes and saw Dawson laying in a
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bloody pile under me, his face ripped to shreds by{\ldots}my blade. I
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glanced around for the body of the cold man, but I couldn't find it
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anywhere. My heart began to pound again, filling my ears with
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rushing blood, drowning out the screams and chants of the gathered
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spectators. I barely noticed the cuffs being slapped on my shaking
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wrists or the rough push into the white van. As I gazed out the
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small window in the van I heard short breathing and a slight
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chuckle. Slowly I turned my head and gazed into the eyes of the
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corpse.
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``llllllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuuukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeee''
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