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\chapauth{JuicedSixFo}
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\chapter{Haunted Alley}
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As I stepped into the gloomy lights of 98th Avenue, I knew a grisly
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death had taken place. My Beretta was calmly rested in my calm hands,
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and my senses were very aware. I am Luke Bavarious and I like my work:
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private detection. People had called the police station to complain
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about a mysterious man who had been seen in the area. The only clue to
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the whereabouts of this enigmatic man was that he always whistled the
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old tune ``I venture down the path.''
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Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. Gritting my teeth, I pulled up my
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Beretta pistol, looking for the source of that haunting noise, which
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sounded like the wailing of a damned soul. On the ground in front of me
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was a corpse. Its hands reached out in front of it, like it was clawing
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at a unsurpassable foe. ``Damn it,'' I thought. ``Another monster for
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Bavarious to confront. Are the rest of you all cowards?''
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I knew this case was going to be hard. I've had chicks try to opposition
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me, and gang leaders try to buy me off. It never worked on Luke
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Bavarious. But, this horrid monster certainly could spell my doom.
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I could feel the evil pervading of the demonic entity. I gritted my
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teeth to hold back the vomit when I saw it. It was a beast of ultimate
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horror. Pulsating, writhing nodes pulsed everywhere on its putrid
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skin. One eyeball hung limply by its optic nerve. The other eye was just
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a bullet hole. Huge mounds of puss and scabs were everywhere on it. It
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began to whistle that old tune, ``I venture down the path.''
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I brought up my Beretta 9mm and aimed it at the thing's horrid head. It
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gargled a snarl, and then began to charge at me.
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I had no choice.
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I had to commence my brutality.
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I emptied the entire clip into the demon's body. Crimson blood
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splattered on the things clothes and smeared against the sidewalk. It
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was whispering something. Leaning in close to the pulverized lump of
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flesh and cartilage, I heard it whisper a name, ``Davix Rogue.''
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I knew this case was just about to get interesting.
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