horrors2

BenBiddick.The_Horrid.tex

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 4\chapauth{Ben Biddick}
 5\chapter{The Horrid Reflection}
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 8I stepped from the shadow. The sound had come again. I was in the alley
 9off 42nd Street in New York. My hand shook slightly with the loaded
10Beretta in my hand. The sleek pistol was loaded and cocked, ready to
11fire. I am a private detective. My name is Luke Bavarious. I like this
12work.
13
14People had been complaining about weird noises coming from the alley for
15about a year now and we finally decided to see what was going on. I was
16assigned to stop these noises.
17
18I edged into the dim light. I saw a dark figure sitting on a dumpster,
19facing away from me. He was sobbing and crying. I raised my Beretta and
20lined his quivering back up with my bead.
21
22``You there! What are you doing?'' I shouted through the darkness.
23
24``Turn around!'' I shouted again.
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26``Beggin' your pardon, but\ldots you don't want me to turn around,'' it
27said.
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29``Sure I do. I got a pistol pointed at your back so ya better,'' I
30replied.
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32``Okay, you asked for it,'' the thing mumbled as it began to turn around.
33
34A breeze trickled through the alley as it turned and began to come
35toward me. I couldn't see him yet, he was shaded in the darkness.
36
37``Step out of the dark.''
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39It inched forward. First its combat boots. Then its legs. Then its
40chest. Then its head. If you call it a head. His face was horrid. There
41was an abundance of purple scars. There was blood leaking from an empty
42eye socket and he only had one shriveled ear. There was no nose. There
43were no lips. Only holes.
44
45I took a step back in astonishment. I gritted my teeth to keep the vomit
46down.
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48He took three more steps forward and I saw his tears glisten in the
49moonlight.
50
51``I told ya,'' it said.
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53He screamed and began to run toward me. His stub of a hand was held high
54in the air and was ready to commence his brutality. I pulled the trigger
55on my Beretta. The recoil soothed my fear as I heard a shell hit the
56pavement and saw the lead make another eye socket in the thing's
57forehead. It kept coming with the assistance of his adrenaline. It had
58only been a split second before I squeezed off another round into its
59neck. The thing was inches away as I fired point blank into the thing's
60throat. Two shells hit the concrete.
61
62His hand smashed my head terribly powerful. Muscles were strained and
63torn as my head jerked to the side, smashing a window. I fell and landed
64in jagged glass. Dazed I fired again and again into the thing's chest. I
65felt the recoil pushing back rhythmically. Shells hitting the
66pavement. Bullets hitting the monster. Blood showering me. I felt my own
67blood from the side of my head fall and drip. I kept firing. The
68magazine was empty. He staggered. I tasted my tears and blood mixed into
69a horrid cocktail. It fell down next to me. A badge sparkled on the side
70of his jacket. Bavarious.
71
72I picked up a large piece of broken glass and saw a horrid
73reflection. Suddenly, I was sobbing.
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