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\chapter{The Book}
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Trent Fencer was a bully{\ldots} He liked most to bully children. He
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hated all children. Even little Timmy
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Ontario. What Trent didn't know was Timmy had found a book. A
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horrid book. Timmy was angry one morning and decided to walk around
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to clear some steam. He found the book poking out from under the
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stairs of the house that he had moved into as his parents had
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boughten it recently at an auction for houses that had to be put up
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for sale due to the owner of the house having recently been
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murdered in the house. It was a horrid house.
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The book had leathery bindings and a feint smell of some
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body-emitted liquid that he couldn't quite recall. He thought briefly of
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pus or urine but decided that wasn't quite it. He then remembered
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that he was angry. He angrily threw open the cover and looked at
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the writing. It was in Latin so entirely hieroglyphic, but he saw
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pictures of instructions{\ldots} Instructions on how to raise the dead.
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It didn't take long before he thought of Trent Fencer and felt
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angry. He was angry with Trent because Trent loved all of his
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friends and hated only him.
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Trent Fencer was walking outside some houses early one morning. He
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had gotten a message from his girlfriend Trish. Or so he had
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thought! It said:
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``Hi Trent. Meet me in the graveyard. I'm horny, can you please
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ravage my hot body with sex?''
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Trent high-fived himself immediately after reading it and quickly
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put his feet into a pattern of motion that would carry him to his
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destination. He was happy to receive that letter. He had built up a
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lot of power. Nuclear power, figuratively, where in this metaphor
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his father was the nuclear power plant. His dad told him before he
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left that his pants were too low and he should mow the lawn. With
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every complaint or chore request, Trent got more and more charged.
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His uranium was nearly at full capacity and he needed to pump out
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some electricity to the general populous.
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He got there and turned his eye-muscles to gaze around at the
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landscape. No Trish, only Timmy. Only Timmy and a book that sent
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chills deep down into his spinal discs and lodged there. Horrid
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book or no, he felt he could find another way to distribute power,
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so to speak. His feet had already moved him up to in front of
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Timmy's face and he barely noticed. His fist coiled back like a
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cobra then launched forward like the challenger shuttle, exploding
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on Timmy's cheek. Timmy's eyelids exploded open in a shocked
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expression, while his neck exploded out in veins and his mouth
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exploded in a red stream of blood.
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``What is this book? Why are you bleeding red?'' Trent asked. ``Wait a
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minute, red is the color of satan{\ldots}'' His brain had started
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figuring out the vicious plot that had fallen onto him. Timmy no
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longer looked painfilled and merely stepped back, revealing a
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circle that Trent was standing in. Timmy then chanted the
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hieroglyphics carefully. It was suddenly a dark and stormy night.
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Thunder ripped through the sky like an explosion. The ground
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rumbled and out came a putrid hand. The hand grabbed Trent's leg.
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The hand them moved up further to his thigh and then revealed it
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was connected to a putrid head. The head came from the dirt, the
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very embodiment of the word ``horrid.'' Its eyes were sharp and
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glaring, its pores were wide open, its earlobes had bulging lumps,
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and it was missing an eye.
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It had finally stood up from its grave. On its chest was a shiny
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badge with the name ``Bavarius'' featured on it. It looked up at
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Trent and Trent screamed. Trent stood there, paralized and
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screaming. Timmy kept shouting orders from the ancient book. The
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water then forced the book to slip from his hand. He bent down to
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pick it up then picked it up and held it back up. He took one sniff
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of the cover and suddenly knew what the smell was from before. He
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dropped the book in horror.
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``{\bf Oh my God!}'' Timmy screamed. ``The smell{\ldots} it smells of
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vomit.'' With this sudden revelation, he knew what was next. The
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Bavarius thing turned around as he knew it would. It stepped up to
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Timmy, its hands raised. As Timmy's dismembered head was flying through
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the air, his last thought was that revenge is morally wrong and often
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hurts the revenger more than the revengee, and it's best to take the
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high road in all conflicts.
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