horrors2

Smeef.The_Old_Ch.tex

  1\chapauth{Smeef}
  2\chapter{The Old Child}
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  6The chill of the night crept through the streets. I wasn't
  7even in the Big Apple anymore. I was way uptown.
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 11``I ain't goin' nowhere tonight, Bavarious,''
 12my partner had said back in the car, stuffing a donut in his mouth.
 13``That ain't even our jurisdiction.''
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 17If the creeps out there don't follow jurisdiction, then
 18neither do I. And I'd been tracking this creep for hours,
 19following on foot block my block.
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 23He was one of those rich creeps. The worst kind. Nice suit but
 24grey, fat, and scummy. He had a cold sweat running on his
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 29At about 110th Street a kid had stopped me and said ``Don't go after
 30her. She's weird, man!'' Sometimes kids have the blackest
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 35When he turned and waddled into an alleyway, I could see that the
 36girl was still alright. She was right in front of him, his stiff
 37hands touching right at her shoulder blades. She was wearing a
 38schoolgirl outfit. It didn't take a judge and a jury to know
 39that he was guilty. It sure wasn't gonna take an executioner
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 44I stepped into the alley and could see the silhouette of her feet
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 49``Dead end, pal! No way out! Let her go!'' I drew my
 50Beretta, and the tactical flashlight illuminated his face as he
 51swung around.
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 55``It's not me!'' he screamed. ``Thank god{\ldots}
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 60``You have the right to remain silent, and I suggest you do
 61it! Let the girl go!'' I shouted.
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 65``Get out of here!'' he grabbed the girl and started
 66flinging her violently.
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 70``Let her go, scumbag!''
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 74He crashed into a dumpster with her, and I saw his head clearly for
 75a millisecond. I might not get another chance. I might not get
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 80The flash of my Beretta lit up the alley, red blood sprayed into
 81the air, and the fat man flopped down like he was deflating.
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 85I ran over to check his vitals. Dead. I looked over to see if the
 86girl was fine. She was cowered in the corner, crying. I put the
 87flashlight back on the dead man{\ldots} his guts were torn open like his
 88torso had vomited all over the place like.
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 92I didn't shoot him in the guts.
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 96No, she wasn't crying. She was laughing. Her awful laugh
 97sounded like styrofoam on styrofoam. I put the flashlight on her
 98face. I backed up. She had a face like a ninety-year-old old woman,
 99a few jagged teeth and black eyes. She had big, bloody hands with
100long fingernails. Blood and guts were coming out of her mouth. She
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105I shoulda listened to that damn kid.
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