horrors2

Madcosby.Son_Of_Bav.tex

  1\chapauth{Madcosby}
  2\chapter{Son Of Bavarious}
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  8Luke had walked these streets so many times, yet tonight they
  9seemed so unfamiliar. Clouds gathered ahead, and made the dark even
 10darker. Alleys were so dark - black as culture - and the constant
 11scurrying of rats and big cockroaches seemed to come from
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 16Maybe it was all in my head, Luke Bavarious thought. Maybe I've had
 17enough of this job. For tonight was his last night as a cop, and he
 18was going to retire. He was the age of three third graders on
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 23Each alley he passed reminded him of his past here on East Dark
 24Chill Street. He remembered the time he saved that elderly lady who
 25turned out to have a swamp tentacle that attacked him and killed
 26his first partner, Jack Dynasty. He saw the mirror store that had
 27burned down after his reflection tried to burn down the
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 32Then he saw an alley he had never seen. Or had he? He had walked
 33these streets so many times he was shocked. The cold grasp of
 34surprise gripped his spine like the stickyness of masking tape on
 35soft paper. A figure, cloaked in darkness, stood at the end of the
 36alley. He pointed at Luke.
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 40``Walk away{\ldots} '' it said, in a voice that made Luke's heart skip a
 41beat like a record player in the back of an off-road van. Luke's
 42adam's apple swung like a vertical pendelum, ``Come out and let me
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 47The shadow screamed, ``You'll have to kill me first!'', and reached
 48into his long trenchcoat that he had been wearing all this time and
 49pulled out a Colt 45 Shotgun.
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 53Luke didn't hesitate. Chill Street had taught him wasting a second
 54could mean your life. So he pulled out his Beretta, which was also
 55retiring tonight. He pulled the trigger so fast, and six bullets
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 60One struck the shadowy figure in the arm, by the elbow. But the
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 65``Nice try. But you can't kill what isn't there!'' And with that, the
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 70Suddenly, it was raining. And more suddenly, Luke felt a wound in
 71his arm, right where he shot the creature. Blood oozed from his arm
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 79The shadow emerged once again, and stood above Bavarious. In the
 80light, Luke could see clearly that the monster had the same
 81features as he: tall, well built like he worked out at a gym twice
 82a week, and a moustache. A dark moustache. But his murderer was
 83younger, like a child who was probably a fourth grader. It was like
 84looking in the mirror. A mirror of pain and agony, a place where no
 85one should see their reflection without remembering the pain of
 86losing a puppy or maybe a grandfather if youre older.
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 90Now, without the echo of the alley, the doppleganger's voice was
 91not muddled by the darkness and sewers of the alley.``I cant let you
 92retire, Luke. I'm taking your job.'' It sounded to Luke like he was
 93listening to his own message on an answering machine. It was his
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 98Luke turned cold. This was the end. He knew it. He wished he could
 99hold his wife one more time; he wished he could scream at the top
100of his lungs and make the monster go away. But instead, he grabbed
101his badge, and his trusty Berreta, and handed them to his killer.
102It was time to pass the torch to a younger generation of cops.
103That's what tonight was all about, Luke finally understood. The
104future of law enforcement was children.
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108``Thank you, father.'' And with that, the apparation disappeared.
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