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\chapter{The Homeless Monster}
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\by{TarDolphinorShark}
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Luke Bavarious sat weeping in his rust colored apartment. The kind
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of apartment that wept pain and vomited sorrow from every bowed
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ceiling tile to every dinged and dingy wall. It had been three
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weeks since that fatal night and he just couldn't get it out
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of his head. His once normal life was twisted into a tormented and
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nightmareish existence. As he sat cleaning his Beretta, the very
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Beretta he was issued from the precinct, he remembered that fateful
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evening. Rain was vomiting from the sky and it sounded as if a
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thousand wounds were spilling mucus and pus from their pierced
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membranes. Luke walked down the street when suddenly he saw a
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sobbing mess of a man. Homeless scum he thought. This man was
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wearing a disheveled burlap sack with tears that looked like the
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ripped flesh of a person who was left for dead long ago. Luke
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grimaced at the homeless man, thinking to himself ``I'll
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bet this is the guy the chief told me about, I won't have any
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noise complaints on my watch!'' Suddenly he exploded into
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action drawing his Beretta he steadied it at the homeless man who
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whimpered at first, but gradually started to let loose a blood
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curdling scream that smelled of death and reeked of vengeance.
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``YOU LET ME BECOME THIS MESS OF A HUMAN!'' the homeless
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man shouted. He leaped at Luke arms flailing wildly and razor sharp
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fingernails digging into Luke's arm and revealing the rust
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colored life force within him. Luke's Beretta skittered
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across the alley just out of reach. ``Without my Beretta I
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will have to handle this mad man using my bare hands'' Luke
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thought to himself. As he exploded forward lungs heaving and arms
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outstretched he made contact with the man. Wrapping his arms around
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the homeless man's neck he wrenched and wrenched until the
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neck split like a ripened banana, spilling a vibrant rouge all over
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the asphalt. The gore was thick, and layered in between
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Luke's fists which made it harder to grip his now reclaimed
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Beretta. As he steadied his shot, he kept feeling a nagging
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suspicion in the back of his Anger filled mind. He knew this man
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once, but he could not place it. ``No matter.'' Luke
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thought, This man is a burden on society and must be dealt with.
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Luke cocked the hammer of his Beretta and as the hammer of justice
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falls on those who do wrong, so did the hammer of the Beretta fall
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on the firing pin launching round after round into what Luke
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considered human garbage. The man's skull exploded and his
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chest lit up with the continuous barrage of hot lead pouring from
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the only real friend Luke had, his Beretta. The homeless man winced
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one last time as snot and spit and vomit erupted from his mouth,
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eyes, and nose like a morbid fountain. As he rolled over to die,
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Luke saw something in his hand. Luke crouched down to gaze upon the
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item, and noticed it was a picture, a picture of a familiar person.
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LUKE BAVARIOUS, but who was the man in that picture? Luke stared at
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the man, and then the photograph, the pieces finally coming
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together. ``Father'' he thought, as he clutched the
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picture in his hands like a hawk clutches a dying mouse. If I would
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have known you'd end up like this I would have dropped out of
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the academy, but I made my choice, and you made yours.
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``Nobody makes noise on Luke Bavarious' watch!''
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Luke said as he chambered one last round, and placed it right
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between his rotting father's eyes.
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e: for title
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