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BenBiddick.I_Venture.tex

 1\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
 2\chapter{I Venture Down the Path}
 3
 4Militant. That is what I was, militant. Or was I insane? Inhuman?
 5Demonic? I was created by militancy. Created with the emotions of hate
 6and anger. Born with the desire to kill. Muscular cular and
 7wild. Intelligent and lethal. Born and created with the love of
 8suffering. The lust for dangerous highs. Fueled by the rushes of
 9hate. Non-narcotic but just as addictive. The passion of no
10compassion. Murder at will with the utmost impunity.
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12Impunity succeeds with the victim unwanted or uncared for. For instance,
13taking the life of a drifter, or homeless person. My prey was of that
14type which would succumb to me.
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16My shadowy facial and bodily features were exposed to the filtered
17light. A streetlight's glow was seen through the many halls and
18passageways of the certain domains of the different entities of this
19cruel world. My victim was approaching.
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21Some old, drunken man was walking down the alley. He was singing the old
22folk song, ``I Venture Down the Path.''
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24I held the sides of my apparel so that the wind of the night could not
25flutter it. I stepped forward. My ductile muscles bulged with the
26anticipation of the rush. My teeth were observable as a smile presented
27itself upon my lips.
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29The reeking man walked into me, for his drinking had impaired his
30vision. He stopped in the middle of his wretched song as he cursed me
31for being in his way. Hatred arose from my demonic soul as the man
32proceeded with his vulgar and insulting language.
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34``I'm quite sorry,'' I snarled to the drunk.
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36``You b-better b-be,'' he belched, releasing his foul breath.
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38``Friend, it is you that I am sorry for,'' I bellowed.
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40His expression was inquiry as I began to beat the poor fellow. He
41staggered and fell as I brutally struck him. My heart was alive with the
42beautiful feeling of hate and love; the love of hate.
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44I stood up. The deed was done. I sucked in the night air and felt it
45flow through my body. The rush slowed as I wiped the blood from my
46knuckles. I began down the alley, the tune of ``I Venture Down the Path''
47whistling from my lips\ldots