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TarDolphinorShark.The_Homele.tex

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 2\chapter{The Homeless Monster}
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 8Luke Bavarious sat weeping in his rust colored apartment. The kind of
 9apartment that wept pain and vomited sorrow from every bowed ceiling
10tile to every dinged and dingy wall. It had been three weeks since that
11fatal night and he just couldn't get it out of his head. His once normal
12life was twisted into a tormented and nightmareish existence. As he sat
13cleaning his Beretta, the very Beretta he was issued from the precinct,
14he remembered that fateful evening. Rain was vomiting from the sky and
15it sounded as if a thousand wounds were spilling mucus and pus from
16their pierced membranes. Luke walked down the street when suddenly he
17saw a sobbing mess of a man. Homeless scum he thought. This man was
18wearing a disheveled burlap sack with tears that looked like the ripped
19flesh of a person who was left for dead long ago. Luke grimaced at the
20homeless man, thinking to himself ``I'll bet this is the guy the chief
21told me about, I won't have any noise complaints on my watch!'' Suddenly
22he exploded into action drawing his Beretta he steadied it at the
23homeless man who whimpered at first, but gradually started to let loose
24a blood curdling scream that smelled of death and reeked of vengeance.
25``{\bf You let me become this mess of a human!}'' the homeless man
26shouted. He leaped at Luke arms flailing wildly and razor sharp
27fingernails digging into Luke's arm and revealing the rust colored life
28force within him. Luke's Beretta skittered across the alley just out of
29reach. ``Without my Beretta I will have to handle this mad man using my
30bare hands'' Luke thought to himself. As he exploded forward lungs
31heaving and arms outstretched he made contact with the man. Wrapping his
32arms around the homeless man's neck he wrenched and wrenched until the
33neck split like a ripened banana, spilling a vibrant rouge all over the
34asphalt. The gore was thick, and layered in between Luke's fists which
35made it harder to grip his now reclaimed Beretta. As he steadied his
36shot, he kept feeling a nagging suspicion in the back of his Anger
37filled mind. He knew this man once, but he could not place it. ``No
38matter.'' Luke thought, This man is a burden on society and must be
39dealt with.  Luke cocked the hammer of his Beretta and as the hammer of
40justice falls on those who do wrong, so did the hammer of the Beretta
41fall on the firing pin launching round after round into what Luke
42considered human garbage. The man's skull exploded and his chest lit up
43with the continuous barrage of hot lead pouring from the only real
44friend Luke had, his Beretta. The homeless man winced one last time as
45snot and spit and vomit erupted from his mouth, eyes, and nose like a
46morbid fountain. As he rolled over to die, Luke saw something in his
47hand. Luke crouched down to gaze upon the item, and noticed it was a
48picture, a picture of a familiar person.  {\em Luke Bavarious}, but who
49was the man in that picture? Luke stared at the man, and then the
50photograph, the pieces finally coming together. ``Father'' he thought,
51as he clutched the picture in his hands like a hawk clutches a dying
52mouse. If I would have known you'd end up like this I would have dropped
53out of the academy, but I made my choice, and you made yours.  ``Nobody
54makes noise on Luke Bavarious' watch!''  Luke said as he chambered one
55last round, and placed it right between his rotting father's eyes.
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