horrors2

Monkey_Trouble.The_Cave.tex

  1\chapauth{Monkey Trouble}
  2\chapter{The Cave}
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  5The name's Bavarious. Luke Bavarious, P.I.
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  9My morning began with a mysterious phonecall. An unidentifiable
 10voice, wracked with sobbing, incoherently pleading for help. The
 11only words I was able to decipher were ``help'', ``old cave'' ``outside
 12town''. That could only mean the old, disused coal mine on the
 13outskirts of town. Whoever the poor shmuck was, I decided to
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 18I followed the overgrown dirt track from the edge of town, until I
 19was staring into the dark, gaping mouth of the cave. As I clicked
 20on my flashlight, I heard a voice behind me.
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 24``Mister. Hey, Mister.''
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 28There was a small blond-haired boy on a rusted red bicycle behind
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 33``You shouldn't go in there, it's dangerous.'' he said.
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 37``Beat it, kid, you shouldn't be messing around out here.'' I said
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 42A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. ``Ok, but don't
 43say I didn't warn you.''
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 47I watched him turn the bike around and ride off. As I stood at the
 48cave entrance, I felt a strange itching sensation on my right hand.
 49Looking down, I saw a wart I hadn't noticed before right next to my
 50index finger. Dismissing it, I drew my beretta and headed into the
 51darkness of the cave.
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 57As I shone my flashlight into the murky depths of the cave, I could
 58see it went on for miles in front of me. The itching sensation had
 59started to travel all over my body, getting more intense. I was
 60eager to find whoever was in trouble and get the hell out of
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 65{\bf Bang.} A gunshot cut through the air like a knife. I hit the
 66deck, rolling behind a pile of rocks and scanning my surroundings
 67for my would-be attacker. It was only then that I realised the shot
 68had come from my own gun.
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 72I looked down at my gun hand, and recoiled in horror. Where the
 73wart had been, there was now a fully grown finger{\ldots}{\em and it was
 74curled around the trigger!}I swiped at it with my other hand and
 75it responded by trying to turn my own gun on me.
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 79Seeing no other choice, I dropped my flashlight and grabbed my
 80knife from my pocket and started to saw into the strange digit. I
 81vomited in pain as the blood flowed from the cut. My flashlight lay
 82on the floor, casting it's light onto me, and I watched as the
 83finger continued to grow even as it hit the floor. The flesh
 84writhed and I realised it was growing into a hand, then an
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 89The itching sensation suddenly wracked my whole body, and I ripped
 90open my shirt to reveal several pairs of hands growing from my
 91chest! I vomited again in disgust, once again going to work with
 92the knife, vomiting blood and vomit from all over me. Suddenly I
 93was sobbing.
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 97As the piles of bloody flesh on the floor surrounding me continued
 98to grow, I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder, and I was spun
 99around to face{\ldots}myself. I gazed in horror around me as I realised
100all of the parts I had chopped off were growing into other versions
101of me!
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105This{\ldots}is the dawning of the age of Bavarious.
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109The End{\ldots}? 
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