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\chapauth{Pro-Swordbro}
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\chapter{Nobodys Savior}
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My grandma always said I'd be nothing. I'd approach her with an
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aspiration, she'd mock, criticize; ``You're too dumb to be an
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astronaut'', ``How you gonna rap if you don't know meters?''. She was
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french.
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I miss her.
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I am a police officer. My name is Luke Bavarious, badge number
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\#25912. I used to freelance, I saw the worst this cruel polluted
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world could offer me. Drug users; marijuana in their veins and
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hatred in their eyes, crooked cops who took bribes and sold justice
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to the highest bidder, I think I even saw a man with a tail
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once.
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However, what worried me most was what was staring back at me in
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the mirror.
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I bought a new gun recently. From some punk kid in an alley, handed
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him a couple crumpled twenties, he handed me this Beretta. It felt
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solid in my hands, the metal was cold, cold as this goddamn
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December night. I walked out toward 42'nd street with a fresh bulge
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in my coat pocket. Something had happened here, the memories
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wouldn't come. They rarely do. It's hard to hold on.
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My last night in my practice was in this neighborhood, I thought.
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Probably busting some drug ring, mabye saved some old lady from a
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mugger, or some old drunkard from himself.
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Word around town is someone's killing kids. Stabbing them with a
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knife, impaling them from behind. A child told me, his name was
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Julian. When I heard this I vomited. According to this kid, someone
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with a cross on his neck and a knife in his hand was following him
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and his little friend. Julian's mom came to pick him up, he begged
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the mom to take his friend home. The man had made himself scarce.
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Him and the mom drove off.
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I gazed around with my eyes, everything was quiet, it was still; it
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was as still as it was quiet. How am I going to find this
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sonofabitch? The police sure as hell aren't, the ones who are not
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incompetent are all marijuana addicts, no help they are.
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It was up to me, Luke Bavarious, badge number \#25912 to find this
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demon, to avenge these horrible deaths.
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My phone rang. ``Just let it ring Bavarious, whoever it is would
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provide no help''
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{\em Ring} \\
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{\em Ring} \\
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{\em Ring}
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I surrendered to it, flipped it open.
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``Luke.''
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``Yes?''
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``I might have something on that knife wielding maniac you are always
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talking about.''
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``What?''
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``Some guy with a crucifix was murmuring to himself near Biddick
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Park, this afternoon.''
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*click*
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It was a few hours until morning, The sky was vomiting snow as I
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walked to my apartment, the snow crunched under my combat
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boots.
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I haven't eaten in days, I can't keep anything down. I tried to
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watch TV. Something scary was on, It was alright.
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As I got up after the movie ended, I could practically swear I saw
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a face in the window. A face.
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I'm losing it.
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I gazed at the clock, it was 6 at night. Where had the time
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went?
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The stairs proved no more than an organized hill for me, I exited
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into the street and made my way to Biddick Park.
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People looked at me with admiration in their eyes, and why wouldn't
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they? I'm a hero, I'm a {\ldots}savior? No, not that far. I fingered my
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Beretta in my pocket.
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I thought in my head of Julian as I approached the dimly lit park,
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a more brave witness there never was. Goes to show that kids need
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to be respected and listened to.
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I noticed a man leaning against a building. He was wearing a Run
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DMC shirt, I immediately recognized that as a rap group, I'm quite
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interested in black culture. I had a hunch he wasn't my man
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though.
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It was then I noticed a man following a child, twenty to thirty
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feet behind, My experience taught me how to spot a tail. I used to
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be a cop. I took a route to intercept him, something gleamed in his
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hand, this is him. I approached him, and held my Beretta to his
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head. ``You there, turn around!'' I shouted. He pivoted and glared at
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me, a cross dangling from his neck. This was it, this was the man
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who had murdered that kid. His eyes were gleaming black, I gritted
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my teeth to keep the vomit down.
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He made a sudden move suddenly, bringing his knife up across my
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neck. I fired at him.
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My neck vomited blood. His neck vomited blood.
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There was nothing I could do but sink down to the ground, lying in
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the snow, my monster beside me, gurgling; blood? vomit?
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whatever.
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``You know, you and I aren't that much different'', he giggled.
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Suddenly I was sobbing.
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