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Quovak.A_Cursed_M.tex

 1\chapauth{Quovak}
 2\chapter{A Cursed Memory}
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 5My name is Luke Bavarious. I am a policeman. Recently my wife Vixie
 6Bavarious committed suicide. I've been sent in to deal with
 7Jack Rogue. He was supposed to be at the courthouse. I walked up to
 8the 162nd street mansion where he lived in New York. I slowly
 9walked up the dark creaking stairs slowly. I drew my trusty
10Beretta. I knocked at the man's door. ``Open up!''
11I said.
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13``What do you want?'' He said.
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15I screamed. ``It doesn't matter. If you don't open
16this door, I'll shoot the the lock off with my
17Beretta!''
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19``Fine. Hold on a second.''
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21``Too late!'' I shot the lock off with my Beretta. The
22sharp kick of the gun was like a wave up my arm. It felt good. I
23opened the door and went inside. In the entryway I saw a thirteen
24year old boy standing in the middle of the room.
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26``Why weren't you at court?'' I said.
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28``You don't want to find out what I know.'' He
29whispered.
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31``I think I do.'' I said, aiming my Beretta.
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33``My parents are getting a divorce. I don't want to have
34to choose who has custody.''
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36The memory of my girlfriend killing herself rushed back to
37me.
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39``Did you see your dad kill your mom? Or did you only hear the
40shot?'' I called.
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42The kid screamed a bloodcurdling scream and ran upstairs. I raised
43my Beretta and fired the first shot. He pulled out a gun and shot
44me in my eye. The pain stung as the blood pooled onto the floor. I
45couldn't help but vomit. The fluids mixed in the pool. He
46shot again.
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48``Why are you doing this?'' I screamed. The blood kept
49running down my face. The bullets tore it open. I fired again. The
50bullets from my Beretta took the kid's balance. He screamed.
51I heard the kid scream as he fell off the balcony into his rose
52bushes. The thorns cut through his skin. His blood oozed out of
53their holes. I walked over. ``You were subpoenaed. That means
54you should have been in court.'' I said. My wounds were still
55terribly dripping rusted blood from the wounds.
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57The kid was screaming and vomit left his torn lips. As he died he
58called out. ``Vixie Bavarious didn't kill herself. Your
59wife was killed{\ldots} by you.'' He knelt to the floor and
60screamed again as he died.
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62I looked back at a mirror. Past the blood. And the scars, And the
63vomit. And I remembered. The sound of the bullet I fired into my
64girlfriend's chest. I remembered her blood falling onto the
65carpet. Her spine snapping from the force of my Beretta. Her cries
66of pain. Her corpse hitting the ground.
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68I walked past the kid's cut up body. His blood had dried up.
69The vomit had caked on his torn vomit-stained pants. A chill rose
70up my back. I started sobbing. I would turn in my badge the next
71day and become a private detective. Anything to stop my
72grief.
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