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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Hey! Sir? That will be $4.20!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The gum-chewing, bored-looking, bad-attitude-wielding, eye-rolling angel spoke again, this time with some irritation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“For a pack of gum and chips?” Rez asked incredulously, eyeing the angel shrugging her shoulder and Rene, the owner, sitting further down reading a newspaper, ignoring both of them. Rez snorted and pulled out some change and dropped it on the counter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Grabbing the gums and chips, he leaned over to ask. “You don’t even know the irony of the 420, right?” Seeing a blank stare from the angel, he laughed, shaking his head, Detective ‘Rez’ - Ramirez Jesús De La Cruz of the Toronto Police 14th Division - walked out of the convenience store into the cool morning air on Spadina Street. Still chuckling, he looked down at his watch! Damn! It was 4am. If he rushed now, he could get home in time to have breakfast with his son before he left for school.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Taking a big swig, he grimaced from the taste of the stale coffee. Eyeing the styrofoam cup of dark poison, he reluctantly swallowed the rest. Fuck this shit! It was old as fuck but he needed something warm, and he needed the caffeine. Ok. He needed mostly the caffeine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rolling his empty coffee cup into a ball, he started passing it from one hand to the other, imitating play-by-play hockey game he had watched a week ago. Rez eyeballed the garbage can to line the shot, and with a flick of his wrist, he hollered, “He shoots, he scores…!.” The rolled up coffee cup bounced off the edge of the can just as his phone vibrated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> He swore. Just like his hockey team, he couldn't even score! </span>Lifting his mobile up to look, it was his partner, Ronald Wong calling. “Wong. I hope this can wait. I’m on my way home to get some beauty sleep!” Rez answered half jokingly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Rez, another call came in. They found two more bodies. They think it matches the other cases we’ve been working on. The Captain wants us to go down to check it out. Where are you? I’m on my way to the car now.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fuck this shit. Rez knew it was going to be another long day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yo’ Amigo. I’m down the street at Rene’s.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Accept for the occasional beeping coming from the car’s internal police radio system, both Detectives was quiet, lost in their thoughts thinking of what was ahead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rez realized if these deaths were linked to their cases, it would be their 5th, with the body count now up to ten. Ten in two weeks! Fuck this shit!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rez had gone through his notes and the autopsy reports. All the victims were couples. They had died from wounds they had self inflicted and on each other. They all exhibited small punctures with a bluish halo tinge around it and all of them had usually high levels of Dopamine, Oxytocin, Norepinephrine in their systems. The Medical Examiner had noted that it was odd to see those chemicals at such levels as it was only naturally produced in the body during, and for a short period of time, after sexual intercourse - the technicians had joked and called it ‘Death by Love’ - further, the medical examiner couldn’t explain what may have caused the small puncture wounds, or even the bluish bruising around it. She had sent a sample for further analysis to their sister-lab in Ottawa hoping that their new machine could come up with more answers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘Death by Love’? Was it a new drug on the street? Last year’s craze was Bath-Salts! What’s causing the victims to hump like crazy bunnies, then go berserk and start hurting themselves and killing each other? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nodding a hello at Rez and Wong, the investigative officer in charge named Winch started reading off his notes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“The two vics were found D.O.A, possibly knife wounds to the neck. One male, the other female, both, if I was to guess, to be juveniles, possibly 14, no ID’s on them. Both suffered from lacerations to faces, arms and the chest. Cause of death? Take your pick. We also found a golden candy wrapper by the male vic’s body.” Winch stopped, to look up from his notes at Rez and Wong. “I heard talk about your case and the candy wrapper that's when I went on the bull-horn to your office. It’s a ‘dead’ match to your case, eh? You get it?” Winch laughed at his pun and handed the plastic baggy with the candy wrapper.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rez stared, not amused. Turning, he looked at Wong slipping on gloves to inspect the bagged candy wrapper closer. Turning back to Rez, Wong nodded, looking grim.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fuck this shit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the same type of candy wrapper<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>found near all the bodies. Rez pulled out his gloves and walked towards the bodies. Kneeling down to get a closer look, his trained eyes noted the half, opened eyes of both of the victims. He bet that somewhere, the victims would both have the same bluish puncture marks on them, but he would need the M.E. to confirm that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The bodies still looked fresh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They looked young. Fuck this shit! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">More paper shuffling from Winch, "No clue, A call came from a public phone to the dispatcher."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shooting a tired look at Winch, Rez waved him closer. “It’s a match. Can you send all the evidence to the 14th Division, including the M.E.’s report? Who’s the M.E. for this?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Looking down and shuffling though his notes, Winch replied, “Dr. Hammond. A Dr. Cassandra Hammond.” Rez nodded his thanks and stood up to walk back to the car, letting Wong sign off on the paperwork. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Dr. Cassandra Hammond. Cassie, his sweetie. He’d been have dating Cassie for about two weeks now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She had come to the 14th Division for a meeting with his Captain. He and Wong had accidentally piled into her and her box of files in the hallway. Half smiling, he remembered how Wong, while helping pick up her files had tried to sweet talk her, trying to get her name. She coolly answered, after eyeing Wong up and down, noting his badge, "Detective, I am Dr. Cassandra Hammond, the new Police Chief Medical Examiner, and I am here for a meeting with <i>your </i>Captain!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Laughing at Wong’s painful expression, Rez turned to see grey, beautiful eyes, sparkling with humor, staring back at him. Rez heart just about stopped and his voice got caught in his throat. Her heart-shaped face held a small little smile, which she quickly hid behind a cough and a hand. Looking back again, she gave him a little half smile as she walked away…no, sashayed away, giving him full view of her long strawberry-blond hair, long, tanned legs in heels and a body to die for. Rez knew he was in trouble. A week later he asked her out, and they have been inseparable ever since. He was smitten. S M I T T E N!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Turning back to yell at Wong to hurry, Rez stopped in his trek and stared. Right above the tree line, near the crime scene, he saw someone....something....floating and glowing! Wings? What the hell? Floating and glowing? With wings? Blinking, he looked again and the <i>thing</i> had disappeared. What the fuck?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Stripping off his gloves, he reached into his pockets and found his gum. Ah…fuck this shit. It wasn’t a great day to quit smoking anyways! Stuffing the gum back in his pockets, he grabbed his cigarettes instead and waited for Wong to finish up with Winch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Floating, glowing freaks with wings! Death By Love! And they call me nuts! He though, sucking in deep his cigarette. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Brunette hair flying in all directions while long, toned legs held firm the man beneath her as he strained against her in the backseat of his car, his hands digging painfully into her sides. But she didn’t mind it. She loved the pain. Looking down at the stranger she had picked up at the bar earlier, he said his name was John, while she had whispered in his ear, that her name was Candy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">She sighed. Looking down again at John’s flushed face and harsh breathing, twisted from the sexual pleasure. She wondered briefly if he'd have any family that would miss him?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Mourn him?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unhurriedly, she moved her gloved hands up her hot skin, exposed between her unbuttoned shirt to the nape of her neck, where she carefully slid under her wig, to pull out a syringe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Suddenly, the man called John began bucking wildly underneath her. Tenderly, she pushed the man’s face aside and nonchalantly pushed the syringe to inject its contents into the man’s soft neck. Eyes widening and with labored breathing, John stopped moving. The man had been paralyzed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Twisting to grasp her evening bag on the seat beside her, she slowly took out another syringe, this time a little bigger, a little wider, with a longer and thicker needle. Turning the man’s head back and holding it firmly, she plunge the syringe into the center of the man’s forehead forcefully. There was a sickening wet, crunchy sound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A slight widening of his iris, the only indication of life, John began to die.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Focused, deliberate, she pulled on the inner chamber of the syringe, as golden, yellow liquid began filling the tube quickly. Extracting the needle out, she pulled the chamber out of the syringe and shoved a cap on and tightened it. Spying a pen at the back, she looks down at John again, “You don’t mind me borrowing this little old pen, do you, sweetie?” She asked smiling. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Taking the pen, she scribbled hastily on the label -‘LUST”. Looking at the golden vial, all she had to do was refine the pure liquid further at her lab and her product will be ready for the market! In fact, her newest client will pay her handsomely for this. She giggled, pleased.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pushing her dress down, she freed herself from John and opened the car door. Looking back, to make sure she left nothing behind, she blew a kiss to the dead John!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As heels click on gravel road, Candy strutted out from behind a secluded alley, her phone began to ring. Reaching up to snatch the brunette wig off her, she answered her phone, “Dr. Cassandra Hammond speaking.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="color: #cc0000;">[Fiction Friday <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Challenge </span>#02 - 1st Draft]</span></span><br />
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I<span style="color: #cc0000;">nvent
a / your character (who) has two personality traits that are completely
incompatible, that don't fit together at all. For example: this
character is incredibly messy and is also a total perfectionist. Or:
this character is a pacifist and also has a really explosive temper. Or:
this character believes in strict, traditional family values but is
promiscuous by nature. You decide. Then think of a situation in which
these two sides of your character would be in direct conflict with each
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“Ladies….and men! Any questions? Alright, you have your instructions!”</div>
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Suddenly, the Captain slammed his papers onto the table and reached up to rake his hair with his hook in frustration. “Folks, I cannot emphasize how important this is. He is one of our men and we don’t leave one of us behind!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Chairs scraped as each body made to leave the briefing room, realizing that the Captain was right. They filed out solemnly, each giving the Captain a silent promise; they were not going to leave him behind, and headed to the weapons room.</div>
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Each went straight to collect their weapons of choice: Knives, guns, bows and arrows, swords, sliver, holy water and magic wands, and began strapping them to their black uniform. </div>
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One of them, Peter, was looking grim. They had been looking for the perpetrator for 6 months. If the sources were correct, they were going to be able to get that son of a bitch tonight! </div>
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They had too! Peter thought vehemently. Too many children have gone missing! The world outside will begin to notice.</div>
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“Hey Pan! Let’s go!” Peter turned. It was Tiger Lily, his second in command. Behind her, his team, The Lost Boys - specially trained in warfare techniques and armed combat! They were deadly, and they were ready. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But some…one was missing. “Where is she?” </div>
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“Tink? She said she will meet us there.” </div>
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Grabbing his duffle bag, he followed Tiger Lily out. Smiling a little when one of the dwarfs whistled and the other chimed in mockingly, “…while you work” – which elicited laughter all around. The mood lightened considerably. </div>
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Bleary eyes peered to look at the time. 7pm. </div>
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Almost dark. Al thought. Scratching his balls, he yawned and stretched. He groaned. He gingerly held the side of his face. It was swollen and throbbing. He grimaced. The pain in his tooth had gotten worst! Shaking his head, hoping to clear the pain, he slumped out of bed and shuffled to take a piss by the side table near the bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Leaning over to his left with his other free hand, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey, and gulp it down. Looking down, he impatiently said, “Now pee dammit!” Rolling his eyes upwards and grunted with relief as hot liquid spurted out finally.</div>
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Finishing the last of the whiskey, he belched and threw the empty bottle behind the sofa. His stomach growled. He was hungry. Suddenly, with a harsh intake of breath, his hands began to shake as sharp stabs rolled up on his sides, forcing him to bend over from the pain. <br />
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Al began salivating and making painful, mewling sounds. He needed FOOD! There was left overs from last night’s feast, Chinese!<br />
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Stumbling past the soiled, unmade bed and a green shag carpet strewn with rotten garbage and empty liquor bottles, he headed in to the mini fridge in the side alcove of the motel room. Holding on to the side wooden cabinet with glass sidings, he steadied himself and flung opened the fridge door! Dirty, clawed paws, desperately shoving the contents within into his open maw; he couldn’t swallow fast enough. He slid to his knees and began to gorge like the gluttony of a drug addict. </div>
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Through sickly, yellow light cast by the fridge, Al saw his reflection against the glass sidings. He was gnawing on a bone. He stopped to stare. His fur was matted, thick with dirt and dried blood. His eyes were bloodshot red. His whiskers were droopy and lank, while his mouth was bloodied with bits of flesh. The side of his face was swollen from the bad tooth. Moving his eyes up, he saw his ears, they were flopped over, no longer majestic and proud.</div>
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So, in a seedy, dark motel room by Jarvis Street, over the sounds of chewing, slurping and bone crunching, Al, the Easter Bunny, finished the last remains of a Chinese little boy he kidnapped last night. </div>
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Startled, Al dropped the bone and scrambled closer to peer at his reflection!</div>
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Y<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ou were supposed to be the champion of children around the world! Giving out chocolates eggs and candy treats. Now, you eat them!</i></div>
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“Who are you?” Al growled.</div>
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His paw rose to gently trace his reflection.</div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I am you. Before the pain from the tooth took you over and changed you. Please stop and go Home. They can help you! This pain you have? The need to eat children? It's the pain making you crave the sweet flesh of children. It is their innocence you are craving. Innocence - it is what you are missing! You need to go home and have that tooth removed! Go Home! They can help you! Will you stop and go Home?</i></div>
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Pleaded the voice.</div>
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“Home?” Al said. It was hazy but he remembered a little of a place called Home. Filled with rainbows, butterflies and happiness. Filled with flowers, sunshine and laughter. Filled with rules and regulations and forced visits to the dentist! The dentist! Shuddered Al.</div>
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No! He won’t go back! Grabbing the bone off the floor, he smashed hard against the glass sidings to break it. Grunting, he stood up. He was hungry again and needed to get more food. Careful not to look at the broken glass, he walked by and began hopping out of the motel room to search for his next meal.</div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Peter! He’s on the move, headed south on Yonge Street.” </i>Crackled voice suddenly came on through his earpiece.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>Adjusting it, Peter whispered some last instructions and signaled the rest of the team to get ready. Peter looked worried.</div>
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Tiger Lily grabbed his hand to reassure him, “He will see the signs and follow. Belinda is a good witch and her spells will work! He is after all a magical person! Maybe a little furry!” The attempted joke made Peter smile. Tiger Lily was right. Those casted spells were powerful and will lure Al to here!</div>
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“Peter! He saw the signs! He is following them. ETA in 5 minutes!” </div>
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Gesturing signals to his team, Peter turned and hurried up the steps to get into boy’s bedroom. He quickly and quietly slid between the blankets of the bed and forced his breathing to slow down. He didn’t want Al to get a whiff of him. He hoped the smell of the boy on the blankets would mask and hide him from Al’s detection. The boy and his parents were safely tucked in the attic. Belinda spelt them to sleep. Two of his dwarves were guarding them. Peter hoped the reports were right and that Al would break into the house through the basement, not the attic.</div>
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Hearing heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, Peter feigned sleep. </div>
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Al rubbed his snotty nose with the back of his furry, ragged arm and walked into the boy’s room. The boy smelt so good. So sweet. </div>
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Shutting the door quietly behind him, he peered around. Toys on the floor, with half made forts and colored drawings stuck to the walls. Al’s eyes saw family photos. Ah. The boy’s name is Billy. Turning back to the sleeping form on the bed, Al drew in another deep breath. Hmmmmmm, Billy smelt sweet!</div>
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Closer now, Al whispered gently, “Oooooh Billy….Billy. Its me, the Easter Bunny…and boy do I have a surprise for you!” Preparing to pounce, Al laid his knee on the bed. </div>
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Suddenly, Peter flung out the blankets over Al and jumped up! Al, falling back onto the floor, surprised! Growling to get up, Al yowled when strong hands held him back. Looking behind him, he saw Jack and The Giant holding him, and to the sides, a few of the lost boys holding a bow and aiming an arrow at him.<br />
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Snarling, Al turned back to the figure before him, “Peter Pan!”</div>
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“Aloysius Greenhill. We have been searching you for a long time.” Peter knelt and smiled coldly, “You have been a bad bunny.”</div>
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Shaking his head, Peter paused and stared, "Al, we've been friends for a while now...the pain must have been that bad because this isn't the real you. If you had just gone to the doc for your checkups, she would have found that bad tooth and taken it out! Can't you see? You have changed! The toothache has driven you mad and making you crave the flesh of children! Will you come Home, willingly submit to the dentist?"</div>
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“I’m the fucking Easter Bunny, I am cute. I can do no wrong!” Growled Al.</div>
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Crinkling his nose over the stench, Peter sighed and stood up. Ignoring Al, he continued, “Alright Al. You have given me no choice. By the doctrines established over this land, section 3A, paragraph 2, I hereby proclaimed that laws have been broken and thereby giving me, Peter Pan, rights over one,” peering down at Al, “Aloysius Greenhill, all in presence say ‘aye’!”</div>
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“What you gonna do Pan?” sneered Al. “You have no magical powers to make me to do anything, and that bitch Belinda? She ain’t got the juice to even get me off!” He laughed out loud, suggestively.</div>
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Peter smiled, this time, warmly, “Oh Belinda and I won’t. But someone else will!” Peter whistled and out flew Tinker Bell! </div>
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“Ha! What’s <i>that</i> LITTLE fairy gonna do?” Al eyed Tinker Bell suspiciously.</div>
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“She’s not just <i>any</i> fairy, Al." Peter smiled evilly. "She also moonlights as the Tooth Fairy!"</div>
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Laughing at Al's shocked face, Peter stood back, "And tonight, we are going to do a little extraction. Tink's going to remove your SWEET TOOTH!” Turning to his men, Peter said, “Hold him down boys!”<br />
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<span itemprop="description"><span class="fsl"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Your character commits a crime. (What is the motive?) Your character's husband/wife/S.O., discovers your character changing, dealing with the evidence, and wants to know what's going on. Write the conversation. What happens next?</span></span></span><br />
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