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                                Damned Fucking Shit 
 
                            Issue #25 
                       Title: Ed Part 2 
                       Date: 02/04/93 
                       By: Access Denied 
===============================================================================                            Ed Part 2 
 
     A dark alley.  Garbage, rats, homeless people.  A homeless 
child walked through the alley, searching for scraps of food.  She 
found a rotting banana peel.  The girl picked it up and began to 
nibble on it.  The banana was her first piece of food in three 
days.  It was a big find. 
     Her hair was very dark, very dirty.  Her face was covered with 
the same dirt that covered nearly every other part of her body.  
She was probably eleven or twelve.  She was lucky to still be 
alive.  She had marks of being on the street.  A large scar ran 
across her forehead, the results of a fight she had been unlucky 
enough to be near.  Her fingers were grossly deformed, having been 
nibbled by rats in the freezing cold of winter.  What teeth she had 
were brown or black.  She was indeed in poor shape, someone who 
should die, and she wanted to die.  Luckily Ed was right around the 
corner... 
     Yes, Ed had returned! 
 
     "You poor child, come here, I can help you." Ed said to the 
girl.  "It must be terrible having to live like you do." 
     "Yes.  Please help me." the child replied. 
 
     Ed helped the best he could.  From behind his back he pulled 
his weapon of choice, a huge scimitar, so sharp that it had ripped 
the head off of a young child just hours before.  It was still 
stained with her blood.  Killing was Ed's hobby.  Thirty-five kills 
was not the work of an amateur. 
     The girl saw the sword.  A look of terror filled her eyes.  
She turned to run, but she was weak from not eating.  Before she 
had turned half way, her head was on its way to the ground.  She 
was quite obviously dead.  In an insane frenzy, Ed began to 
mutilate the child's body.  It only took a few slashes to have 
eight pieces in front of him instead of two.  The last slash must 
have hit something special.  A dark green liquid began to squirt 
all over the alley.  It formed into puddles before finally 
stopping.  A dog ran up and began lapping at the puddles.  Ed bent 
down and picked up the banana peel.  With the tip of his scimitar 
he jabbed it through the roof of her mouth into her brain.  He 
could see some of the grayish-tan flow through her nose.  The dog 
began to nibble at the girl's stomach which was lying on the 
ground.  Ed walked off, satisfied with his day.   
  "Well, that was number thirty-six.  Two in a day Ed.  You need 
some rest.  Well tomorrow's another day..."  Those were Ed's 
thoughts as he drifted off to sleep.  Two new decorations were on 
his wall.  One with blonde hair, one with dirty black hair.  Ed's 
dreams were of tomorrow... "Hmm.. that ugly land-lord of mine is a 
real nice guy..." 
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