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Detective_Thompson.Words_Will.tex

  1\chapauth{Detective Thompson}
  2\chapter{Words Will Never Hurt Me{\ldots}}
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  8Young Bin Beddick was angry. He could feel the foamy rage rushing
  9through his ducts and into his brain. His parents didn't
 10understand him. They did not understand him. Did they understand
 11him? No. He could still hear his dad's stinging words echoing
 12like the tones of the Liberty Bell, ringing in his ears.
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 14``What is this crap?'' his father bellowed like a walrus.
 15Bin had showed his dad his latest story. Bin was proud of the
 16story. But his father just crumpled the paper up, and tossed it in
 17his face.
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 19``I will not allow this heathen tome within my house!''
 20he raged at the young Bin, before sending him to his room without
 21supper. His mother laughed her awful laugh, which sounded like the
 22cackling of a mother pig.
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 24It was dark that night. As Bin bubbled like a cauldron of hatred
 25and spit, night-dim clouds began vomiting rain and lightning onto
 26the earth. Bin wished he could shoot lighting at his parents. But
 27no, he had better ways to get back at them. The pen would be his
 28weapon. Despite his young age of thirteen, Bin was capable of
 29writing like a pro. His teacher told him his writing could make
 30James Joyce and Shakespeare spew jealous tears from their eye
 31ducts. Bin's fellow students quaked in awe whenever he gave
 32one of his weekly readings, weekly readings that had been insisted
 33upon by the principal, Mr.\ Howard. Mr.\ Howard hoped the other
 34students would learn something from Bin. So far, all they learned
 35was fear. And jealousy.
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 37So Bin picked up his pen, his fingers closing around it like steel
 38claws closing around the neck of an unsuspecting victim. Bin smiled
 39as he set to work, his pen flying across the page, his pen
 40releasing little black trails of ink, dark coffin worms that formed
 41words of terror and evil. Bin would show his parents what it was
 42like to be burdened with such talent. If it were ever to happen,
 43Bin felt tonight was the night he could give life to his words, for
 44real. How little did he know, he was too right{\ldots}
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 46As Bin finished his tale of fierce revenge and bitter anguish, he
 47heard a cough from behind him. The sound of a man clearing his
 48throat. Reflexive instinct twisted Bin's neck around, until
 49he caught sight of the man behind him. Tall, shadowed, wearing a
 50heavy black trench coat and gripping something in his right hand.
 51That something was the sleek, metallic shape of a Beretta pistol.
 52The kind a detective might carry.
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 54``Who are you?'' Bin asked with something more like
 55confusion than fright. Bin was made of stuff much too dense for
 56fright.
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 58``Luke Bavarious,'' came the words, spilling from the
 59man's shadowy mouth like soup from a Grandma's lips.
 60Bin's eyes went wide, then turned mechanically like a
 61robot's eyes to the pages in front of him. At the top of the
 62first page, like a crow roosting above in a branch, sat the title
 63of his story. `Luke Bavarious'.
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 65The man chuckled. Bin gasped, bewildered beyond thought.
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 67``But{\ldots} but how?'' he stammered, again, not with fear
 68but with unknowledge.
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 70``You gave me life, Bin. Your pure and simple rage came
 71together and hardened like a Jell-O mold in the fridge, creating
 72me, the perfect tool of your anger!'' Luke Bavarious nearly
 73shouted with glee. Bin hoped his parents wouldn't hear.
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 75``But what are you doing here?'' Bin wondered aloud. Luke
 76smirked. He gestured with his Beretta toward Bin's door,
 77beyond which his parents were undoubtedly sitting like sheep before
 78the TV. Before Bin could speak a word, Luke Bavarious charged forth
 79like a rhino charging a hunter. Luke Bavarious smashed down
 80Bin's door. Bin could only follow him out into the living
 81room, where his parents were watching some inane television
 82program. When they noticed Luke Bavarious, both his mother and
 83father shrieked like lambs with their faces cut off. Bin's
 84father leapt to his feet. Luke Bavarious raised the Beretta pistol
 85and fired, the bullet entering his father's brain, Satan-red
 86blood gushing forth from the hole in the back of his skull. He was
 87dead. Bin's mother tried to run, but Luke Bavarious shot her
 88in the back. She fell like a few dozen sacks of potatoes.
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 90``Oh, my spine!'' she whimpered. Her spine indeed. Bin
 91could see into the bullet hole, see her spinal column wriggling
 92like a snake caught in a bear trap.
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 94``Mother!'' Bin cried.
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 96``Why Bin, why?'' was all she could sputter from her
 97bloody mouth. Then she died.
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 99``No! I didn't want this to happen!'' Bin screamed
100at Luke Bavarious with all the rage of a volcano in Pompeii.
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102``Oh but you did, Bin. You did,'' Luke Bavarious
103chucklingly spoke. Then he pointed the Beretta at Bin.
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105``Why me?'' Bin shrieked.
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107``Because, you are a bad boy, Bin. And bad boys must be
108punished!'' Luke Bavarious said his final words as he pulled
109the trigger of the Beretta. The bullet from the Beretta slammed
110into Bin like the 42nd Street Subway slamming into a hobo that
111jumped onto the tracks for some loose change. Bin collapsed, rusty
112blood erupting like a fountain from every orifice in his face and
113from the hole in his chest. A final, horrid chuckle escaped Luke
114Bavarious' lips before fading away, dying with his creator.
115Bin couldn't understand it. Luke Bavarious was a good guy in
116his stories. How did this happen. And then, just before dying in a
117pool of the blood from his body, it hit him, like a bat hitting a
118skull.
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120``If only my parents respected me, then this never would have
121happened!''
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