horrors2

Decatur_Fist.The_Last_N.tex

  1\chapauth{Decatur Fist}
  2\chapter{The Last Night of Luke Bavarious}
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 10Check the machine. No missed calls. No word from Davix.
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 15With a sigh that poured from his mouth with a torrent of non-amused
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 18Luke Bavarious pulled a small slip of paper from his pock\-et and
 19wadded it up and tossed it into the waste receptacle with the
 20precision of a black man that shoots basketball in a Lakers jersey.
 21As a fan of black culture Bavarious was known for his hoop skills.
 22They had even saved his life once and then again on another
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 27Davix was dead, and that was that. There was no sugar coating any
 28longer. It must have been brutal. When you're surrounded by a
 29cacophony of death you think about death a lot. Davix had even said
 30during a haunting and stormy night that he hoped that he would go
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 35It didn't happen like that. Luke Bavarious could envision in
 36his head a vision of Davix dying by the hands of that beast.
 37Bavarious could see the hand of the beast smashing into
 38Davix' face terribly powerful. It was a bodacious site. One
 39to be remembered for an eternity of doomsdays.
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 43You need a drink. Clear your mind. Stay on guard.
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 47Something strange had happened earlier today, it was why Luke
 48Bavarious now had the small piece of paper that he had just wadded
 49up and thrown away just moments ago before the ticking sounds of
 50the clock hauntingly swept its hand across the face of the clock
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 55The boy had told him that Davix would die, and Bavarious too if he
 56didn't listen. Bavarious had laughed a laugh and chortled a
 57chuckle at the thought of him and Davix going out on the same day.
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 63He had shown up on Market Street and followed him all the way down
 64Pine, up West, and finally had the courage to talk to him once
 65stopping on Center. He was wearing a grey hoodie and seemed to be
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 71He had a pension for horror and a knack for stories. He claimed to
 72be the creator and destructor. His name was Biddick. He was to be
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 77Bavarious had told the boy that he didn't have time for him,
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 79be quenched that longed for the answer of why the boy would show up
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 85The boy told Bavarious he would be sorry. Bavarious ignored him and
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 96The sounds came slowly at first, but then with a quickening of
 97rapid speed. Claws clawing razor sharp against banana peel soft
 98skin. There was a sound of terrible nursing. Like wounds being
 99cauterized by the flame of a thousand dying invalids.
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103They were here for Bavarious. He laughed a strange giggling laugh
104that sounded like a maniac pumping gas into a Ford Fairlane. He
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