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\chapter{The Torrid Connection}
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\by{Danger408}
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Cleaning his Beretta for the third time that day, and taking a swig
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of cheap whiskey, Luke Bavarious pondered his current case.
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``This is going nowhere'' he thought. The case was
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different, it wasn't about helping others --- it was
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about helping himself. After seeing the face, the one so much like
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his own, yet so different; things had changed. He tried to forget,
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but all he could remember was the blood, all of the blood, the
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blood everywhere. ``Was that really me?'' He didn't
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know.
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He glanced down at the picture of his son he always had on his
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desk. The divorce had been rough, and he hadn't seen him in
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while. Taking another swig from his bottle, suddenly he turned as
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he heard a knock at the door, followed by two more in quick
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succession. He hid the bottle behind his desk, hoping to appear a
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bit more professional.
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He didn't have to respond however, as the mystery person had
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already opened the door.
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``Hello,'' A beautiful woman started, ``I need your
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help.''
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``Have we met?'' He asked.
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``I don't believe we have,'' she replied. ''I
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got your name from a friend. It's doesn't matter though
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- I have a case for you. My husband is missing. I need you to find
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him, and I hear you're the best at what you do.''
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``I'm not taking any more cases{\ldots} I have a lot of
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personal shit to deal with. Besides, you really don't want me
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to take the case.'' He paused for a moment. She looked
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familiar, a face he knew he had seen, perhaps in another life, but
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couldn't put his finger on who it was. She looked good
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though.
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``I'll do anything.'' She pleaded as she removed
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her shirt. Luke had always prided himself as being a man of ethics,
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but ethics only went so far. As he removed his shirt, he added,
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``I'll take the case!''
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They commenced sexuality. It had been a long time for both of them,
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too long in fact, as it seemed like it would be over before they
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even started.
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As he lit up a pair of cigarettes, he once again got the feeling
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that he knew her from somewhere. He knew her named started with an
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``L'' but he couldn't remember the rest.
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``Are you sure we haven't met before?'' He
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asked.
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``Now that you mention it, I think we have.'' She added
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as she began to pull at her face.
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She stretched and tugged, as vomit-like ooze poured out of her. She
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tore away pieces of herself, discarding them on the floor like a
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used condom. It seemed that the only thing left was a bloody mess
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--- until she wiped it off, revealing a familiar face{\ldots}
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His own.
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Scared half to death, and knowing that the other half would soon be
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complete, he managed to say, ``Listen to me{\ldots} Whatever
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you do{\ldots} Don't touch my son{\ldots}'' He knew he
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should have spent more time with the kid.
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Finishing him off in more ways the one, the once-woman's
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transformation was complete. Dressing in his cloths, and putting on
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his badge, she was the new Luke Bavarious. Was it a monster? Or
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could the real Luke from the future? Some questions aren't
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meant to be answered.
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