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...presents... Like Father, Like...
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by Sunspot
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06/01/1996-#315
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__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
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\\\\\\\/ Everything You Need Since 1986 \///////
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|___heal_the_sick___raise_the_dead___cleanse_the_lepers___cast_out_demons___|
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Well, it's been a while but the Sunspot you all knew and loved back
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in 1988 is here with the stories that make you want to puke. Here's one I
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wrote for a creative writing course that made someone cry in class. Enjoy!
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"Please, mister, please don't hurt me!" Gary looked dully down at the
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small child cowering before him. It was a girl of about five years of age,
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wearing a little yellow dress that matched the color of her hair and a blue
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sash tied around her waist that matched her eyes. Gary reached towards her.
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She tried to move away, but her back was against a wall.
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"Cut that out!" Gary pulled his hand back guiltily and turned towards the
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door. Julian was standing there, one hand holding a large bag, the other hand
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clenched tightly into a fist. He strode over to Gary and hit him in the face.
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Gary fell backwards with a whimper. Julian glanced at the girl. "We don't
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want to scare her." He smiled at her without humor and gently stroked her
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hair. "Not yet, anyway."
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Julian walked over to the table in the middle of the room and emptied the
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bag onto it. Gary saw what the older man had brought home and started to
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laugh. It was an ugly laugh, and the girl began to cry. She wanted her mommy.
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She knew that she was being punished for talking to the tall man. Mommy had
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always told her not to talk to strangers, but he looked like a nice man, and he
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said that he knew her mommy. She just wanted to be home in her nice bed with
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her blankie and Mr. Teddy.
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She didn't know that she would never go home again. Julian eyed the
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crying child with growing anger. "Damnit kid, shut the fuck up!" This only
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made her cry all the louder. He stood up in fury. "That does it. I'm going
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out again. Gary, you can have fun with her now." He stalked out of the room.
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Gary leered at the child and pulled her towards him. She tried to get
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away, but Gary was too strong. His face broke out into a lopsided smirk as he
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put one hand up her dress and started to unzip his pants with the other.
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Julian drove down Northern Boulevard in his 1986 Mazda 323. It had a
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hatch, which was extremely useful for his "collecting." He usually didn't go
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collecting in the day time, but he felt the need growing on him and he just
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couldn't wait until night. That young female specimen would have done nicely,
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but Julian was smart. He knew that he had to give Gary something to play with
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every once in a while, or he wouldn't be as useful.
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He made a left onto Francis Lewis Boulevard. It was almost 3:00, and
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school would be letting out soon. He drove down to the elementary near the
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7-11 and put his car in park in front of the schoolyard with the engine
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running. He rolled down the window and waited.
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A few minutes later, the school bell rang and kids started pouring out
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into the yard. He picked up his binoculars and aimed them at the main door.
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After a little while he saw it the object of his hunt... a girl with a
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lunchbox. He focused in on the lunchbox and made out the name "Katie" written
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on it in big black letters.
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When the girl was a few feet away from his car, he called out to her.
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"Hey, Katie!" She turned towards his car. "Hi, Katie. I'm Julian, a friend
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of your mom. She's a real busy, so she asked me to come and pick you up."
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Katie, only seven years old, was too young to know about deception, or
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artifice, or the evil that can lurk in the most seemingly-safe places. She got
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into the car. Julian grinned at her. For some reason, Katie felt a little
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scared, but she shrugged it off. Pretty soon she'd be home with her family.
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She was thinking this right before Julian clamped a chloroform soaked tissue to
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her mouth and nose. She passed out almost immediately. Julian put the car
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into drive and sped away.
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Gary was panting by the time he was finished. Drooling, he pulled up his
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pants with a blood-covered hand. He felt a strange sense, dim in his memories,
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of his mother. Pleading. But this wisp of recollection was torn by Julian's
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ruckus.
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The old man walked in, dragging an unconscious Katie behind him. "Looks
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like you've been enjoying yourself while I was gone, Gary." One of his rages
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suddenly came upon him without warning as he looked around the room. "Clean up
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this fucking mess! Why can't you remember to put the plastic sheet out before
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you start playing, you fucking retard!"
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Gary cringed back. He didn't like it when Julian got like this. Julian
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was scary when he got angry, and Gary was afraid that Julian might hurt him
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like he did the other day when Gary had forgotten to lock the front door.
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Julian had torn Gary's clothes off, tied him face-down to the bed, and had done
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things to him. Bad things, that Gary didn't even want to remember any more.
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Luckily, Julian's rage went away as quickly as it had come, as he
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remembered all the fun he had waiting ahead of him. "Just clean it up, OK?
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I'm going down to the playroom, and I don't know how long I'll be. Remember,
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don't leave and don't open any of the shades. Got it?"
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Gary nodded his head in affirmation. Julian left the room, pulling his
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new plaything after him. Gary remembered his own toy, and got back to work on
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the little girl's limp body.
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Julian entered his "playroom," a small room with no windows. He had
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soundproofed it himself and was the only one allowed in. Gary had never seen
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the inside. He stripped Katie and laid her face-down on the metal gurney in
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the center of the room. He pulled his pants off, climbed onto the gurney and
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entered her.
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He had put a sheet over the floor, and the gurney was easy to hose down.
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He wasn't stupid like Gary. He thought about that moron upstairs for a moment.
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He'd have to get rid of that guy, he was making too many mistakes. Mistakes
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they couldn't afford in their "hobby." But for now, his thoughts went back to
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Katie. She was starting to wake up again. She saw Julian and started
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screaming anew. He laughed at her wailing.
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"Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little at first." He started to smile.
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"After that, it'll hurt a lot more!" He laughed a nasal little chicken-laugh.
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Hours later, Julian was satisfied with this one. She had proven to be
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sturdier than most. Too bad they couldn't all last as long as this one.
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"Gary! Where the fuck are you!" Julian was in a terrible rage, and now
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it was time to clean up the loose ends. He would have to be rid of Gary once
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and for all. He held an old pistol behind his back. He couldn't wait to see
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it spit at that useless hulk. "Get the fuck out here now!"
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Gary was hiding in the closet. He was afraid that this time, Julian might
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not stop at just hurting him. When he heard Julian go into the kitchen, he
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snuck out of the closet, grabbing a hunting knife from the top shelf. He
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stood, apprehensive, to the left of the doorway. When Julian stormed through,
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Gary drove the knife into his back as hard as he could. Julian cried out and
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staggered forward. He fell to his knees and reached for the handle, but it was
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beyond his grasp. He looked towards Gary with intense hatred in his eyes. He
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opened his mouth to say something, but only warm blood came from his lips.
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Gary crept towards the supine body warily. He nudged the head with the
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toe of his boot, and then kicked it. Then he kicked it again, hard. And
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again, and again.
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His stunted mind finally grasped the fact that Julian was gone forever,
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and he was hit with the enormity of what he had done. Gary curled up on the
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floor next to the body of his father and began to moan.
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/ \ .-. ((___)) .-. / \
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/ \ / \ / `-(' ')-' \ / \ / \
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WORLDWIDE \ / `-' (U) `-' \ / WORLDWIDE
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`-' .ooM `-' _
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Oooo / ) __
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/)(\ ( \ Copyright (c)1996 cDc communications. / ( / \
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\__/ ) / All rights reserved. Award-winning CULT OF THE DEAD COW \ ) \)(/
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(_/ is published by cDc communications, P.O. Box 53011, oooO _
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oooO Lubbock, TX, 79453, US of A. Edited by Swamp Ratte'. __ ( \
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\ ( \__/ Save yourself! Go outside! Do something! \)(/ ( /
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\_) "THE COW WALKS AMONGST US" Oooo
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