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\chapauth{TarDolphinorShark}
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\chapter{The Homeless Monster}
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Luke Bavarious sat weeping in his rust colored apartment. The kind of
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apartment that wept pain and vomited sorrow from every bowed ceiling
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tile to every dinged and dingy wall. It had been three weeks since that
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fatal night and he just couldn't get it out of his head. His once normal
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life was twisted into a tormented and nightmareish existence. As he sat
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cleaning his Beretta, the very Beretta he was issued from the precinct,
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he remembered that fateful evening. Rain was vomiting from the sky and
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it sounded as if a thousand wounds were spilling mucus and pus from
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their pierced membranes. Luke walked down the street when suddenly he
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saw a sobbing mess of a man. Homeless scum he thought. This man was
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wearing a disheveled burlap sack with tears that looked like the ripped
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flesh of a person who was left for dead long ago. Luke grimaced at the
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homeless man, thinking to himself ``I'll bet this is the guy the chief
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told me about, I won't have any noise complaints on my watch!'' Suddenly
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he exploded into action drawing his Beretta he steadied it at the
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homeless man who whimpered at first, but gradually started to let loose
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a blood curdling scream that smelled of death and reeked of vengeance.
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``{\bf You let me become this mess of a human!}'' the homeless man
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shouted. He leaped at Luke arms flailing wildly and razor sharp
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fingernails digging into Luke's arm and revealing the rust colored life
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force within him. Luke's Beretta skittered across the alley just out of
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reach. ``Without my Beretta I will have to handle this mad man using my
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bare hands'' Luke thought to himself. As he exploded forward lungs
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heaving and arms outstretched he made contact with the man. Wrapping his
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arms around the homeless man's neck he wrenched and wrenched until the
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neck split like a ripened banana, spilling a vibrant rouge all over the
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asphalt. The gore was thick, and layered in between Luke's fists which
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made it harder to grip his now reclaimed Beretta. As he steadied his
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shot, he kept feeling a nagging suspicion in the back of his Anger
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filled mind. He knew this man once, but he could not place it. ``No
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matter.'' Luke thought, This man is a burden on society and must be
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dealt with. Luke cocked the hammer of his Beretta and as the hammer of
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justice falls on those who do wrong, so did the hammer of the Beretta
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fall on the firing pin launching round after round into what Luke
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considered human garbage. The man's skull exploded and his chest lit up
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with the continuous barrage of hot lead pouring from the only real
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friend Luke had, his Beretta. The homeless man winced one last time as
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snot and spit and vomit erupted from his mouth, eyes, and nose like a
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morbid fountain. As he rolled over to die, Luke saw something in his
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hand. Luke crouched down to gaze upon the item, and noticed it was a
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picture, a picture of a familiar person. {\em Luke Bavarious}, but who
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was the man in that picture? Luke stared at the man, and then the
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photograph, the pieces finally coming together. ``Father'' he thought,
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as he clutched the picture in his hands like a hawk clutches a dying
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mouse. If I would have known you'd end up like this I would have dropped
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out of the academy, but I made my choice, and you made yours. ``Nobody
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makes noise on Luke Bavarious' watch!'' Luke said as he chambered one
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last round, and placed it right between his rotting father's eyes.
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