horrors2

Orgasmo.Make_My_Da.tex

  1\chapauth{Orgasmo}
  2\chapter{Make My Day}
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  7{\scriptsize First place: {\em Horrors 2} writing contest}
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 11\noindent The telephone rings. The cacophony breaks through the utter silence
 12of my New York flat overlooking Times Square.
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 14I can barely move. Even breathing hurts. These late night bar
 15fights are getting rougher each night and one of these nights
 16I'm going to wake up at a hospital instead of my warm
 17bed.
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 21I recalled earlier events. I was at a bar doing some recon on a
 22street gang by the name of the Dark Hawks, a gang of murderous
 23thieves. Their leader tried to make off with Lori's handbag
 24before I intervened. I grabbed the large man before he could make
 25off with it.
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 29``What is your name, villain?!''
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 33``The name is Brickwall. Let me show you why.'' All of a
 34sudden I was thrown through a brick wall. Through the rubble I
 35grabbed a sleek, unyielding object and showed him the business end
 36of my pool cue, cracking him and his four goons out cold. These bar
 37fights are often brutal. But I always win. My name is Luke
 38Bavarious.
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 42The phone rings again. I let it go to voicemails.
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 46My rippling muscles ached as I turn over to address the device that
 47is emitting the noise.
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 49The caller ID showed that it was Marty. Who left the message. I hit
 50play.
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 54``Luke, listen, I don't have much time. I'm down
 55here in the South Street Seaport and shit's about to go
 56dow-``
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 60Click. The line went into an eerie quiet like a tombstone. He
 61sounded frantic. Perhaps I should have taken his call.
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 65I got up, careful to not wake up Lori, and headed to the restroom.
 66I take a rough inventory of the various bleeding cuts and bruises
 67Brickwall had incurred upon me the night before.
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 71Back in the room, I grabbed my Beretta from the nightstand. The
 72sleek black metal filled my hand and I felt its power coursing
 73through my veins. I cocked the hammer and chambered a bullet. Who
 74knows what evil darkness will be faced.
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 78I set out into the dark and macabre night. I turned on my Walkman
 79and played the same song I listen to before I embark on all my
 80dangerous missions. I howled into the night:
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 84\begin{quote}
 85Pump up the jam \\
 86Pump it up \\
 87A pump it up - yo pump it
 88
 89Pump up the jam \\
 90Pump it up \\
 91A pump it up - yo pump it
 92
 93I don't want \\
 94A place to stay \\
 95Get --- your booty --- on the floor tonight \\
 96Make my day
 97
 98I don't want \\
 99A place to stay \\
100Get --- your booty --- on the floor tonight \\
101Make my ---
102\end{quote}
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107A kid stepped out onto the path. His clothes were in tatters and he
108smelled like an outhouse. Snot ran profusely down his nose and he
109slurped it with his tongue.
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113``Sir, please don't go out to the docks. I foresee something
114terrible happening.''
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118``Beat it, kid.'' I glared down at the rapscallion and pushed him
119aside. He lost his balance and fell backwards into an open manhole
120cover. His yelp was cut off when he landed on a mangled shopping
121cart that lay at the bottom of the sewer and blood flew out of the
122open manhole, landing all over Bavarious. The noxious mixture of
123blood, snot, and the liquefied shit of the entire Lower East Side
124sewer system covered my face and I vomited back into the sewer. I
125lost control of all bodily function and for several minutes vomit
126came out of my mouth and shit came out of my ass. Everytime I
127turned around I resembled a human sprinkler of shit and vomit. With
128the help of a lemon-scented wipee I regained my composure after
129this unexpected ordeal and continued on my way.
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133At the Seaport, an eerie quiet abounded. One boat had some lights
134on but it was offshore. I rappelled down the Brooklyn Bridge and
135back-flipped onto the deck. I lay there crouched for a few minutes, my
136duster billowing in the wind, eyes scanning the deck for
137movement.
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141I maneuvered towards one of the lit ports. Inside, several thugs
142were playing poker. The guy nearest me had a deuce and a seven
143off-suit. ``I'm all in,'' he growled.
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147I announced, to their shock, ``and I'm all
148out{\ldots}'' and proceeded to open fire into the room,
149spraying metal and lead into their shocked bodies. My Beretta rang
150into the still night.
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154``{\ldots}of bullets.''
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158The scene before me was of utter horror. Dead or dying men lay
159everywhere. Where chips used to be, brains now covered the table.
160One man was choking as rust-colored blood sprayed intermittently
161out of his neck. He looked at me in a shocked way and giggled. This
162grotesque scene played out for a few minutes. Suddenly, he was
163dead.
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167After the carnal scene was complete, I made my way down the stairs
168stepping with my feet sideways like a ninja would take a flight of
169stairs. I grabbed the sides of my duster so as to not give away my
170whereabouts.
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174In the darkness, a hand gripped down upon my shoulder. Suddenly, I
175was thrown through a brick wall and blacked out. The last thing I
176heard was a terrible laugh that sounded like a burp.
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180When I awoke Marty was standing over me with a sneer. ``You
181stupid son of a bitch. Did you think I'd really turn
182informant? You've pissed off a lot of people, Bavarious. A
183lot of people who wouldn't be sad if you took a long drink in
184the Hudson.''
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188I tried to move but was stuck. My feet were incased in
189cement.
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193``Ok, Brick, drop `im.''
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197With a sneer, the large man behind him pulled a lever and the floor
198opened up beneath me. The cold water shocked me as I hurtled to the
199bottom of the riverbed. When I finally hit bottom the force was so
200large that my cellphone flipped open and accidentally called
201Lori.
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205Back in the flat, Lori groggily picked up her cellphone in the
206darkness.
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210``hello..?''
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214``{\bf Muglarhghargh}''
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218``I'm sorry?''
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222``{\bf Rhugluglrah}''
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226Click.
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230When her phone rang again, she let it go to voicemails. 
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