horrors2

Blurry_Gray_Thing.Monstrous.tex

  1\chapauth{Blurry Gray Thing}
  2\chapter{Monstrous}
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  5In the shadows of our overcrowded cities lurk unspeakable horrors.
  6No one knows or can imagine the horrid reality that lurks beneath
  7our wholesome fa\,cade. I am one of the few people who does. I
  8am a private detective. My name is Luke Bavarious. These are my
  9stories.
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 13I was investigating a brutal serial killer operating in the bad
 14side of New York. When I saw his latest victim, I was stricken by
 15the horrid brutality of his violence. The murderer cut out the
 16homeless man's heart, stabbed him through the eyes, and
 17carved him open from buttocks to head. Vomit forced its way past my
 18teeth, and poured into the gutter, mixing with the unfortunate
 19victim's blood. That night, I went home and drank whiskey
 20until the alcoholic poison killed all the feeling in my
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 25I used my detective skills to track the murderer to a warehouse in
 26the worst part of the city. I knew the killer had to be there. All
 27of the monstrous murders pointed to it. As I walked there, I felt
 28nauseous. The people all around me were garbage. Prostitutes and
 29thieves. They did not deserve to live. But they did not deserve to
 30be brutally murdered.
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 34I stalked carefully into the warehouse. My combat boots carried me
 35silently through the shadows. I heard a man ranting and I saw a dim
 36light coming from a small room. It had to be him.
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 40``Why are there so many of you now? Where are you all coming
 41from!?'' The man was insane. Whoever he was talking to
 42grunted.
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 46``You can stop pretending! I know what you really are. I
 47won't let you get away with it! I'll kill all of
 48you!'' he was screaming. I had to save his victim.
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 52I smashed open the door with my shoulder. There was an old man in
 53horribly ragged clothing tied to a chair. There was also a thin,
 54pale man with pitch-dark hair, holding a knife. The knife was rusty
 55and fat from all the blood it had drank. I raised my Beretta at his
 56head.
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 60``Hold it! Let him go!'' I ordered the killer.
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 64``No! Please, you don't understand,'' he said. His
 65face was twisted by tears and rage. He raised his knife to impale
 66the victim's face.
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 70``No, you don't understand. Put down your weapon, or I
 71will shoot you,'' I ordered again. The rust-colored knife fell
 72out of his hands. He was sobbing. I started untying the old man.
 73The old man smelled like blood. I thought it was because he was
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 78``No!'' screamed the murderer. ``Don't let him
 79loose! He'll kill us both! He's a monster! You
 80don't understand!''
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 84``You are the only monster here, pal!'' I untied the old
 85man completely.
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 89Suddenly, the homeless man let out a horrid roar. It almost
 90deafened me. I could not do anything to stop him. He flew at the
 91murderer teeth-first, like a human-sized vulture, and tore at his
 92neck. Blood the color of ripened apples exploded all over the tiny
 93room, and shone bright red in the light of a single bulb. I fired
 94my Beretta at what I had so incorrectly assumed was a victim. The
 95recoil shot through my arm but he did not stop. He tore apart the
 96man's skin, muscles, and arteries with horrible strength,
 97even as I squeezed round after round into his back. His growls
 98mixed with the sound of shells hitting the floor. Soon, the
 99murderer was a pile of ruined meat.
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103He turned around and looked at me with eyes dark as dry blood. I
104knew my gun could not stop him. I dove to grab the murderer's
105knife. I knew what I had to do. The old man dove to grab my
106throat.
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110No one had ever solved that crime. I told the Chief of Police that
111I found two more victims in an old warehouse, but couldn't
112handle working the case any longer. The murders continued. Every
113month, a new homeless man was found cut open, with his heart carved
114out. The police knew it was all done with the same knife, but no
115one knew who was doing it. 
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