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\chapauth{Monkey Trouble}
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\chapter{The Cave}
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The name's Bavarious. Luke Bavarious, P.I.
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My morning began with a mysterious phonecall. An unidentifiable
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voice, wracked with sobbing, incoherently pleading for help. The
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only words I was able to decipher were ``help'', ``old cave'' ``outside
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town''. That could only mean the old, disused coal mine on the
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outskirts of town. Whoever the poor shmuck was, I decided to
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investigate.
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I followed the overgrown dirt track from the edge of town, until I
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was staring into the dark, gaping mouth of the cave. As I clicked
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on my flashlight, I heard a voice behind me.
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``Mister. Hey, Mister.''
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There was a small blond-haired boy on a rusted red bicycle behind
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me.
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``You shouldn't go in there, it's dangerous.'' he said.
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``Beat it, kid, you shouldn't be messing around out here.'' I said
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gruffly.
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A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. ``Ok, but don't
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say I didn't warn you.''
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I watched him turn the bike around and ride off. As I stood at the
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cave entrance, I felt a strange itching sensation on my right hand.
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Looking down, I saw a wart I hadn't noticed before right next to my
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index finger. Dismissing it, I drew my beretta and headed into the
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darkness of the cave.
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As I shone my flashlight into the murky depths of the cave, I could
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see it went on for miles in front of me. The itching sensation had
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started to travel all over my body, getting more intense. I was
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eager to find whoever was in trouble and get the hell out of
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here.
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{\bf Bang.} A gunshot cut through the air like a knife. I hit the
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deck, rolling behind a pile of rocks and scanning my surroundings
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for my would-be attacker. It was only then that I realised the shot
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had come from my own gun.
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I looked down at my gun hand, and recoiled in horror. Where the
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wart had been, there was now a fully grown finger{\ldots}{\em and it was
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curled around the trigger!}I swiped at it with my other hand and
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it responded by trying to turn my own gun on me.
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Seeing no other choice, I dropped my flashlight and grabbed my
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knife from my pocket and started to saw into the strange digit. I
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vomited in pain as the blood flowed from the cut. My flashlight lay
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on the floor, casting it's light onto me, and I watched as the
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finger continued to grow even as it hit the floor. The flesh
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writhed and I realised it was growing into a hand, then an
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arm!
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The itching sensation suddenly wracked my whole body, and I ripped
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open my shirt to reveal several pairs of hands growing from my
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chest! I vomited again in disgust, once again going to work with
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the knife, vomiting blood and vomit from all over me. Suddenly I
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was sobbing.
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As the piles of bloody flesh on the floor surrounding me continued
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to grow, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder, and I was spun
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around to face{\ldots}myself. I gazed in horror around me as I realised
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all of the parts I had chopped off were growing into other versions
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of me!
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This{\ldots}is the dawning of the age of Bavarious.
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The End{\ldots}?
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