horrors2

Baron_von_Eevl.The_Horrid.tex

  1\chapauth{Baron von Eevl}
  2\chapter{The Horrid Realization}
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  6I stepped from the glare of traffic. The time had come again. I was
  7in the police station on 42nd street in New York. My hand shook
  8slightly with the bic pen I held in my hand. The matte white pen
  9had leaked in my pocket. Another shirt ruined. I am a desk jockey.
 10My name is Detective Luke Bavarious. I dislike this work.
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 12People had been complaining about a drunken officer in their
 13neighborhood on his beat. I was transferred off the streets because
 14of these disturbances.
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 16I edged into the Sergeant's office. I saw the tall, handsome figure
 17of the man I once respected sitting in his chair, facing towards
 18me. He was sighing. I raised my finger and slurred a series of
 19vulgar insults at the sitting figure.
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 21``Bavarious, you drunken fool.'' The captain bellowed.
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 23``Turn around!'' I shouted.
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 25``Beggin' your pardon, Detective,'' he said, ``I'm already facing you.
 26If I turn around I would be facing a wall.''
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 28``Sure I do. I'm a better cop than you could ever be, McClenaghan'' I
 29replied.
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 31``Okay, that didn't even make sense,'' the sarge mumbled as he began
 32to turn red.
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 34Fabian McClenaghan was my Sergeant. He and I joined the academy
 35together years ago and quickly became friends. He and I would share
 36all our secrets together at the shooting range and promised when we
 37died we'd be buried together there with our trusty barettas, shiny
 38sleek and deadly.
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 40``Give me your badge, Bavarious.''
 41
 42I inched forward and began to sweat all over. My ductile muscles
 43clenched and began to shiver. First my feet, deep in non-uniform
 44combat boots. Then my legs. Then my chest. Then my head. If you
 45call it a head. My head was so clouded with liquor I could barely
 46think. Was that what you called it? A head? It's that thing on top
 47of your neck. The one with all the holes.
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 49I took a step back in astonishment. I gritted my teeth to keep the
 50vomit down.
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 52McClenaghan stared at me with unbridled hate and shame. Ashamed of
 53hate.
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 55``You look like you're going to be sick, Bavarious'' he grumbled,
 56concerned. ``Do you need me to grab my trashcan for you to throw up
 57in?''
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 59``Hey buddy!'' I screamed. ``I don't need no trashcan from the likes
 60of you!'' I then vomited. The horrid cocktail of blood and last
 61night's spaghetti dinner came up and spilled all over the
 62Sergeant's floor, looking like some alien had died and it's guts
 63were spilled all over the floor of the Sergeant's office on the
 64floor.
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 66``I told ya,'' he said.
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 68I screamed and began to run away from him. He waved his hand high
 69in the air and screamed after me.
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 71``Bavarious, give me your gun and badge, you drunken fool!'' He
 72screamed.
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 74``McClenaghaaaaaan!'' I screamed right back at him.
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 76It was too late. I was running through an endless maze of cublicles
 77each as similar as the last. I ran faster. As I ran, I vomitted a
 78horrid smelling liquid of putrefaction all over my pen-ruined
 79shirt. Pen and vomit ruined. And spaghetti sauce. As I ran, others
 80began to run too, running from the awful weird vomit. The first
 81person ran faster than the second. The second person ran faster
 82than the third. The third person was not running very fast because
 83she was a woman and I'm not comfortable describing her further. The
 84second person slipped in the vomit and the first person easily
 85outpaced him. The third person was elsewhere at that point. Maybe
 86vomiting.
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 88Being drunk, I began to see horribly awful images. A spider. A
 89person who is also part spider. A butcher's knife. A young boy, to
 90be respected and listened to, lit from below and looking very much
 91serious and respected. These were the typical hallucinations I had
 92when drunk, which causes horrible hallucinations.
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 94My head smashed into the door terribly powerful. Muscles were
 95strained and torn as my head jerked to the side, smearing the
 96glass. I fell and landed on the hard linoleum flooring. Dazed I
 97vomited again and again. I felt the surge pushing back
 98rhythmically. I ran outside but continued to vomit. Spaghetti
 99hitting the pavement. Splatter hitting my shirt. Blood showering
100me. I felt my own blood from the side of my mouth fall and drip. I
101kept vomiting. My stomach was empty. I staggered. I tasted my
102dinner and blood mixed into a horrid cocktail. It tasted like
103vomit. My badge sparkled on the side of my waistband.
104Bavarious.
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106I picked myself up and stumbled over to a mirror. Suddenly, I was
107in my apartment. Suddenly, I was sobbing. 
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