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\chapauth{Cruo}
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\chapter{The Smoker}
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I stepped up to the door. The smell of the smoke was leaking
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through the door. I was at the front door of Gus's Bar and
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Grill. My hand started to shake a bit as I reached toward the
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handle. I paused. I reached for my Beretta instead. My name is Luke
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Bavarious, I am a private detective called in to investigate a
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smoking complaint. I love my job.
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I kicked in the front door with my boot, my Beretta ready for any
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trouble I might find myself in. All I see is the bartender washing
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out a mug at the bar with a terrified look on his face. With his
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head he gestures to the corner. I follow his jerks and find my eyes
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looking on the face of a boy. The boy was the age of a fifth
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grader. At last, the source of the smoke has been discovered. I
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yelled to the boy, ``Hey you! Yeah you in the corner, drop the
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cigarette now!'' The boy only smiled and waved me to come
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closer.
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As I walked closer I got this horrid feeling that I knew the boy,
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but I couldn't quite place it. I asked him why he thought it
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was okay to smoke in this bar when the law clearly says it is
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against the law. He flashed me another of his mischievous smiles
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and asked, ``What's the matter Luke you don't
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recognize me?''
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Suddenly the thought came to me but I couldn't believe in my
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own thought. ``I.. I.. wha.. who are you?''
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``Really Luke, when was the last time you've looked in
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the mirror?''
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``No! This is impossible! You can't be!''
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``Oh but I am Luke, I am you and you know it. Well{\ldots} I
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was you.''
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I was staring into the face of myself as a fifth grader. I
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tentatively asked, ``Why are you here, what do you
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want?''
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``Luke, I was sent from the future to warn you of
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something.''
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``What do you mean the future, you're from the
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past?''
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``Shut up Luke, I was sent from the future, you wouldn't
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understand so let me get back to my warning. I was sent to warn you
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about finishing your little project.'' I was building a robot
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in my garage in my spare time, that had to be what he was talking
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about. ``Your little project may seem innocent enough now, but
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it will be the end of mankind as you know it, and you must destroy
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it before you finish, you must!''
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Suddenly I saw a blue flash next to the boy who was myself from the
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past but from the future. Some acid like substance sprayed out
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through the flash instantly and the boys face started melting in
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front of my eyes. It was terrifying, the skin and the blood and his
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eyes and his tongue were all fusing together in a horrid tangle of
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disgusting gore. I could see his bones through his melting face and
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his screams were the stuff of nightmare. I started to intensely
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vomit all that was held in my stomach, so intense that blood
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started pouring out alongside the sick substance. My eyes were
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bulging and my ears were pumping hard with the beat of my heart.
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The boy was now a pile of melted flesh and blood and gore.
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I dropped to my knees and scooped the pile of the once past future
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self into my arms. Suddenly, I was sobbing.
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