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\chapauth{on time for once}
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\chapter{The Playground}
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When I awoke I was tied up in a dark basement and the little boy
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was standing over me. The first time I saw him I had laughed at him
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because he was constantly vomiting, the putrid liquid pouring out
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of his mouth and nose as if he were a water fountain of vomit. It
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didn't seem so funny now.
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Now that I was tied up, he seemed much more threatening. He stepped
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closer. His warm vomit was now hitting me in the crotch. Where was
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it all coming from, anyway? There was so much of it I
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couldn't believe it could possibly have all been inside this
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small child. Was his face a portal to a parallel dimension? A
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parallel dimension of vomit?
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As he pistol whipped me with my own Beretta I choked and giggled
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and thought about how I, Luke Bavarious, private detective, had
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ended up in this situation.
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It had started because the children's playground was always
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covered in blood and vomit. Every day it would be cleaned, but
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every morning it would be covered in blood and vomit again. This
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had been going on for several years now and we had finally decided
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to see what was going on. I was assigned to stop the blood and
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vomit.
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I went to the playground one evening and hid under a slide with my
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Beretta and my night vision goggles. It wasn't quite dark yet
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and there were a few children still playing. One of them was the
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vomiting boy, which explained the vomit. Oh, how I laughed.
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Hopefully there would be an equally mundane explanation for the
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blood. Perhaps the boy had a beautiful blood-vomiting mother. I
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would have to talk to her and ask them to clean the playground
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themselves after they were finished using it so the city would not
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have to pay so many cleaners. I would offer to help her clean the
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playground, and maybe we would end up doing sex on a swing. I like
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swings.
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I was distracted by my fantasy and forgot to watch the playground
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for a few minutes. When I looked up again the blood was there and
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the children were gone. I got out from under the slide and glanced
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around. What had happened? Where was the beautiful woman? Suddenly
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something hit me in the back and vomit sprayed over my head. The
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boy! The vomiting boy! He must have been on the slide I was hiding
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under, and now he had jumped off it onto my back! I tried to get
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him off me but he held a urine stained pillow over my face until I
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passed out.
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And now here I was, in this basement. I could see now that under
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the vomit the boy's face and clothes were covered in blood.
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And so were his teeth, his sharp horrible teeth. I knew then that
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he had eaten the other children. Now he was going to eat me.
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Suddenly, I was sobbing.
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A man in a lab coat ran in. He was also vomiting.
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``Daddy!'' vomited the boy excitedly.
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``Son!'' the man vomited, running over to his son,
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``Stop! This one is not like the others!''
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He injected me with something. Suddenly, I was vomiting. The man
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collected some of my vomit in a beaker then poured it into a
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machine. Writing in a language I couldn't read appeared on
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the machine's screen.
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``See, son?'' vomited the man, pointing at the screen,
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``This one is not like the others. It will not grow up to be
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evil. The strange results you got were not because it will be even
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worse than the others but because it is already too old for your
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tests to be accurate!''
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``You're right, daddy!'' the boy vomited,
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``Let's put it back!'' He injected me with
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something else and I passed out. As I lost consciousness I heard
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him vomit ``We should try another playground, they seem to
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have noticed what we are doing here.''
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The next morning I woke up under the slide in a puddle of vomit,
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with a bad headache and no memory of what had happened. For some
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reason, though, I felt certain that this playground would remain
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clean from now on.
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