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\chapauth{henpod}
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\chapter{The Last Case}
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Detective Luke Bavarious woke with a snort. Today was the day, the
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case to end all cases. This case would be the biggest one he had
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ever undertaken and the thought made him nauseous. It had to be
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done, It will be done.
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He staggered off the urine stained mattress, his foot stepping in
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something soft and rust coloured but he didn't care. He was
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thirsty, but not thirsty for water, he walked over to his table and
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grabbed the bottle of whiskey. He spun the top and swallowed the
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horrid cocktail of whiskey and cigarette butts; he began to choke
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but welcomed the sensation. It was good to feel something for
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once.
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His bloodshot eye saw something glint under an old T-bone. He
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picked it up and wiped off the grease. It was his badge. It read
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``Detective''.
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``More like defective'' he muttered to himself and began
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a horrible, scratchy giggle which began to get louder and louder,
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like a washing machine in a dank, dirty laundrette. His laughter
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stopped when he saw his reflection in the dusty mirror. What was
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once a handsome chiselled face looked back at him with empty eyes
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and a patchy beard like that of a rapist. He began to cry, the
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tears ejected from his eyes like the cartridges from his berretta.
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The berretta! He grabbed it, and put it to his head, pulling the
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trigger. An empty click echoed through the empty room.
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``No, not yet. One last case. The Mad Cannibal is still out
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there, eating children, I must stop him.''
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Ever since the incident in the alley, he was a changed man. He
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wanted to die, and had been ready to, but then the Mad Cannibal
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began his horrid campaign of terror and only him, Luke Bavarious,
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could take him.
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Slipping on his stained trenchcoat, loading his Berettas and taking
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another horrid swig of brown whiskey, he staggered out like a
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scarecrow into the night. He knew where the cannibal was, he had
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been following him for weeks to an old warehouse where he would
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take his victims and begin the ghastly practice. The sky was dark,
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and the rain ran down his face like the bloody tears of the
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cannibals victims. Lightning flashed, followed by thunder but
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Bavarious wasn't scared, he was ready.
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He crept up to the warehouse, and sure enough The Mad Cannibal was
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there, towering over his latest victim, a young boy wearing a
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hoodie and sweatpants. It was now or never. He kissed his Berettas
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and dived head first through the glass window. He landed in a
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shower of glass and blood, his eyes scanning the warehouse for the
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horrid ghoul, but didn't see him. Suddenly a butchers knife
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flew out of the darkness and struck his shoulder, colouring it with
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an all too familiar rust. Out of the darkness, a figure emerged,
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running towards him with a knife in each hand and murderous red
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eyes. Suddenly he fell, the kid had tripped him up!
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``Thanks kid, now get outta here'' Bavarious growled,
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spitting blood onto the floor.
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``But I can help mister, I want to help''
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``{\bf Get out}'' Bavarious snarled, raising his Berettas to scan the
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darkness.
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Suddenly, a horrid scream filled the warehouse and the cannibal
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rushed out of the darkness again. Bavarious fired his pistols with
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lightning speed, his Berettas vomiting bullet casings. The first
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shot hit the cannibal in the stomach and he instantly spewed a
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mixture of blood and human fingers. The second ripped through his
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eyes, puncturing them like grotesque bicycle tyres. He was still
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coming though, and Bavarious needed to reload. With lightning speed
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he replaced the spent magazines, but the ghoul was gone again.
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Following the trail of blood he found the madman sitting behind
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some crates. He was wheezing and giggling in a pool of vomit, blood
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pouring out of his eyes like a horrid waterfall.
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``Im not going to arrest you'' Bavarious snarled,
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``but I am going to kill you. Prepare to die you sick
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bastard''
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``Luke{\ldots}'' wheezed the rusty figure below.
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``You wouldn't kill your brother would
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you?''.
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A lightning flash filled the room, and it was only then that
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Bavarious saw the face of the cannibal in front of him. It was his
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brother. An immense pressure of hatred and horror welled up inside
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him. He staggered back holding his stomach, his eyes bloating like
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a horrid fish. He howled upwards into the night, the vomit
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exploding from his tortured innards like a revolting fountain of
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misery. Behind him, The Mad Cannibal was gone.
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\illustration{Part of Everything}{Luke, Down and Out}{art/Part_of_Everything-Luke_Down_and_Out.png}
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