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presents
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A Night In December
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by
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Toxic File #28
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Centre Of Eternity 615.552.5747 12/24 Baud 40 Megs
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Headquarters of Toxic Shock and The Esoteric Society
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%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$^#&@*!&@^#%$
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Have you ever noticed that I almost always use those same characters, in
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different positions, and then do the same thing backwards for the second one?
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Whoopie fucking SHIT, right? Heh heh heh.
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Well, we went off on some fucking path that was totally different from
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what we were intended to write. When I heard that most of our files were put
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in the Sex section on Ripco, I started noticing this shit... So, in an effort
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to bring us back to what we are supposed to be, this file will be completely
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devoid of slaughter, rape, blood, gore, or violence in any form.
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Yeah...Right.
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Honestly, though. We have gotten a little off course. If you liked what
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we were doing, then hell, call up COE and leave a post or some mail or
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something about it and we'll keep it up... Let us know what you wanna see and
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if we like it, you'll see it. If you're interested in joining the group,
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hell, drop one of us a line on COE. Enough of this editorial crock of shit,
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its time for me to express another idea of mine in words...
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!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*@&#^$%#^@&!*
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The cool December air was quiet, filled only with the smells of an
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ocasional wood-stove. Jim and Vicky sat with their backs to an old, giant oak
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tree, softly embracing each other as an act of affection, silently taking in
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the beauty of the night.
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Exactly one year before, they had both been at a crowded, noisy, smoky
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graduation party; everyone there getting drunk and making fools of themselves.
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Not Jim and Vicky. They had been introduced early on, and they found that
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they had very much in common. He was a musician, classical guitar being his
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specialty, and she was a classical pianist. They both had Bachelors, they
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both taught music, though at different schools.
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It was a match made in heaven. They left the party, realizing that they
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needed some peace and quiet, sensing the bond that was already forming between
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them.
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And so Jim drove her to a place out in the country where they could be
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alone. And it was the same place that they now sat, wrapped in each other's
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arms, bathed in the warmth of love.
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She knew what he would ask her tonight. Noone has told her this, and he
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had not even hinted at it, but somehow she KNEW. He would propose to her this
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night. And she loved him, she loved him dearly, and she would accept. She
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wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, in eternal bliss.
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Jim had thought long and hard about the proposal. He knew he would have
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to ask her, and this night was the most perfect one imaginable. He could ask
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for no better time, no better place. He wanted her. They had both agreed
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that sex was out of the question until wedding night, she for religious
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reasons, he because he did not want to impose upon her. She was a virgin, as
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pure as the snow that could be sensed on the breeze, just waiting to blanket
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the land with its white softness. She was very special to him. Oh, how he
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loved her, loved her more than anything in the universe.
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He could hear the thudding and pounding footsteps drawing nearer, feel
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the heat from ITS body as it got closer. He ran with all the strength and
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speed his shattered body could muster. Sweat blinded his sight, as if he
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could see in the darkness of ITS lair. His lungs were on fire, his entire
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body wanted desperately to just lie down and die. IT knew this. IT was
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relentless. IT could still taste the blood it had drawn when it first found
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this man wandering in ITS territory. IT had given chase, and enjoyed the
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sport. The man wanted to play hard to get.
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His body moved as a machine. He knew he was going to stop eventually,
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but his muscles refused to acknowledge the thought. His legs pumped and
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pumped, nonstopping and not slowing. His entire body was soaked in his sweat
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and his blood, the stench of his fear filling his nostrils...and ITS. The
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smell was as good to IT as the tatse of the man's blood, urging IT onward,
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onward, faster. The man did not turn his head back, knowing very well that IT
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was gaining on him.
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Vicky had felt the small box in the inside pocket of Jim's denim jacket,
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but said nothing of it. She knew it must be the ring. He had a tendency to
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spend more than he should on her, not that she minded, but this ring.. How
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beautiful it must be.. She could hardly wait, the suspense and the longing
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for those four blessed words made the evening draw out to an eternity.
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He knew he could wait no longer. She just HAD to say yes. She would be
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his forever and ever. His heart was ready to burst from love for her. He
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loosened the embrace he had upon her, gently taking her hands in his. She
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turned and looked at him, her round, brown eyes searching out his soul with a
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knowing sparkle to them. Their lips softly brushed together. He removed his
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hands from hers, and stretched, stifling a yawn. She turned to look back at
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the small wisps of smoke coming from the chimney of a nearby house, thinking
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of how wonderful it would be for the two of them to spend their lives together
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in their own home, with their children.
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He could run no longer. His leg muscles were knotted up, refusing to
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move further. Blood pounded in his ears, pulsing with the thud-thud of ITS
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footsteps. The ground beneath him shook ever so slightly as IT came closer to
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its prey. The blood caked wounds at his side reopened as he gasped for air,
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his eyes searching wildly for something to use to try to fend IT off.
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It was useless. IT was not hurt by bullets, the makeshift club had only
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angered it, or was IT laughing at him? The footfalls slowed. IT neared. IT
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knew he could not escape now. A deep, gutteral sound filled the caverns of
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his mind, a sound he could only take to be more laughter, the same noise IT
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has made when he slammed the clun into ITS head.
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He had made IT bleed with the rock. If IT could bleed, IT could die. A
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rock. THERE, yes, a sharp dust covered rock. He bent to pick it up,
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preparing for the final confrontation with the beast that had hunted him for
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hours. And there IT was. It drew nearer, saliva dripping from its fang
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filled mouth, the Blood Lust apparent in its yellow eyes.
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Jim reached slowly down into his pocket, withdrawing the small, soft box
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that did, indeed, contain the ring. She seemed not to notice...
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"Vicky?"
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The love in his voice was obvious, the importance of what he had to say
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made his voice shake just a bit. She knew what was to come.
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"Yes, Jim?"
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"Vicky...I love you...I love you more than anything I have ever loved,
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more than anything I can ever love."
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"I know...I know...And you know that I love you, too..." Anticipation.
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"Baby...I've been thinking," his left arm cupped the side of her face
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very gently, their eyes locked together. He kissed her softly, and held the
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box in his right hand. "Will you m---
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The scream rocked the night. They both jumped to their feet in shock,
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holding each other tightly for protection. It was a man's scream, and a man
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in intense pain. A death scream.
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They looked at each other fearfully, neither of them breathing, and
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slowly they turned their heads towards the house Vicky had been watching the
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smoke from earlier. Jim took a step towards the house.
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Vicky held his arm. "No, NO, don't! Whatever it was that made that
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scream--
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"It was a man, Vick. A goddamned MAN! That scream! I have to find
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out--
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"No, please Jim! Let's get away from here! Whatever caused that could
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only hurt you! Please lets just go home, PLEASE Jim!" She tugged on his arm,
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pulling harder and with more strength than she had ever done in her life.
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"But..." Seeing the pleading look in her eyes, he gave in. They turned
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and walked quickly back to his car, not looking back for fear of what they
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might see, trying to simply forget what they had heard.
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(c)1989 Toxic Shock
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The Followers Of Fetus
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Bloody Afterbirth
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Fetal Juice
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Gross Genitalia
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and a newbie with no name yet
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