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\chapauth{BoldFrankensteinMir}
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\chapter{Johnny the Knifer}
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\begin{center}
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\includegraphics[height=1in]{art/red-ribbon.pdf} \\
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{\scriptsize Second place: {\em Horrors 2} writing contest}
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\noindent I stopped short at the counter. I sat down. Coffee poured out the
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coffee pot and into my cup, like a pot of brown bullets shooting
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into my cup and splashing in coffee. The waitress was very pretty.
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She said ``would you like some coffee''? My name is Luke Bavarious. I
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like coffee. And I am a detective.
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It was my favorite restaurant. It was on 756th street in Manhattan.
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New York. The waitress was very pretty, and the coffee was just as
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good. ``How do you like your coffee Luke Bavarious'' she said. ``Sweet
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like you'' I winked. She winked back. There was something about the
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way she winked at me and the way she poured my coffee. My heart
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beat double the blood suddenly, but I was in control. In control of
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my blood.
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``How is that kid you have'' I said romantically. The waitress
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blushed. ``Johnny is a good kid but I'm afraid he's falling in with
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a bad crowd'' she cried. I comforted her, my shoulder soaking up her
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sweet sad woman tears that she cried from those pretty eyes.
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Suddenly, three men walked into the restaurant. ``Well Well Well
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Luke Bavarious'' said the first man. He was horrible and tall and
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ugliness all wrapped into a tall horrible suit. ``You better run
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Luke Bavarious after you ruined our drug crime this morning!'' he
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said. Then he said it again. With his guns. And his bullets.
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I jumped behind the counter. The waitress cried ``don't let them
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shoot the restaurant I have a kid'' so I jumped in front of the
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counter. The mobsters cackled a sick crackling laugh that bled in
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waves out of their toothy horror mouths. ``The great Luke Bavarious''
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laughed Jimmy the Knifer. ``Hiding behind a woman! Laughable!'' he
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said and proved it with more laughs.
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``Not so fast!'' I yelled and reached for my sleek silver loaded
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Beretta with my name engraved in the gun and on the bullets too. I
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realized my gun was gone! I had to think fast.
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``Not so fast!'' I yelled and grabbed the pot of coffee. I splashed
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it at Jimmy the Knifer and his goons. The goons ran, missing the
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terrible shower of deadly boiling coffee. The coffee splashed into
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Jimmy the Knifer's hands and face. I recoiled in horrible terror as
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he screamed.
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``{\em No}'' screamed Jimmy the Knifer. He fell to the ground, the tears of
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pain mixing with the steaming sweet coffee as the veins in his
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forehead popped open like firecrackers in hot coffee and tears.
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Blood and tears and hair and coffee spilled into the coffee puddles
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on the floor and he screamed as his skin went into the puddles too.
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``{\em No}'' he screamed again. ``{\em No}''.
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I turned to have my sandwich that I also ordered and the waitress
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had brought to me before the mobsters came in. Tears were on her
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face just as surprise was on mine because of hers. ``What's wrong
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Suzie'' I said. ``We're in New York the city that never sleeps, of
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course there's gonna be a little crime but I'm Luke
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Bavarious''.
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``{\em No!}'' screamed Suzie. She ran to Jimmy the Knifer! What is
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happening?
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``I told you he was in with a bad crowd'' she sobbed through tears of
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grieving for her dead mobster son. I recoiled in horror from my
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sandwich. If I had known! But Jimmy the Knifer was not a
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child!
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``He looks older because of makeup so adults would take him
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seriously!'' she cried at me. I looked now at Jimmy. A kid! The
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makeup was melting off in the blood and coffee and boiled skin and
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it was a kid! The sandwich dropped from my hands and the coffee pot
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shattered all over my shoes also. How could I have known?
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Jimmy the Knifer looked at me with blood eyes and tears coughed
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from his dying words. ``Who's the big man now{\ldots} Luke{\ldots}
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Bavarious{\ldots}'' he said, and in his hand was the baseball card I had
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given his mom to give him for his birthday just a week before. That
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made it even more incredibly sad.
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``{\em No}'' I screamed and they took me away for murder, on two counts of
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homicidal killings. Johnny the Knifer{\ldots} and Johnny the Boy.
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\illustration{Part of Everything}{Coffeeman}{art/Part_of_Everything-Coffeeman.png}
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