The Curse
"Back off, Quasimodo." You smirk. He pulls back his arm, ready to connect with your skull...
As he strikes, you catch his fist and begin to tighten your grip. You can feel the bones crunch beneath his skin and the desperate boy, trying to pull away and clawing at your hand, trying, feebly, to release your grasp, but you continue to strengthen your hold. You then begin to bend it back onto itself. The teenager yells out as the pain shoots up his arm. He tries prising you off him, but to no avail. A muffled, yet loud, cracking can be heard, emitted from his limb. Crimson liquid sprays into the air and as the bone pierces his flesh. Blood pouring from the wound and you release his arm. He falls to the ground, screaming and you chuckle as he writhes around in agony. You then turn your back to him, before his 'followers' gather around his being, trying to help.
Looking back over your shoulder at the pathetic, crying boy and his obedient 'lackies', you speak in a particularly patronizing tone. "Ooo..You might wanna put a plaster on that." You then begin laughing again and strut into the school complex.
It is only minutes later when you realize what you have just done.
"What's happening to me?" You ask yourself repeatedly throughout the day.
During maths, a lesson that, usually, you are pretty good at, you struggle throughout the entire hour. The corpse, how you reacted to Kevin's presence and what you did to him. The blood oozing from his wounds like a river, his bone, snapped and chipped and the crying of the suffering child. That noise stuck with you, piercing and loud. It leaves a sick feeling in the pit of your gut and makes you want to blubber like an infant, yourself.
Kevin had not entered the building at all that day and, as far as you knew, he had told none of the staff, for that would've resulted in you immediate expulsion from the school.
At the end of the day, you hastily head home, but, unfortunately for you, a small distance from the school gates stands a large, well-built individual with two, slightly smaller, boys by his side.
"I'm Kevin's older brother..." He begins.
Then, something possesses you to say, "I'm the guy that kicked the shit out of your little, pussy of a brother. I'm not taking anymore shit from him."
He paces towards you and towers over your being.
"Well, me and my buddies are gunna teach you a small lesson on getting your fucking ass handed to you."
You then respond very calmly. "It seems I'm gunna have to cripple you as well." Yelling into his face, you add, "Your going to be fucking pulp when I'm done with ya!"
Then, you feel light-headed and queasy. Afterwards, you see a red shroud of mist engulf you and you collapse.
You awake, feeling stronger than ever and promptly jump to your feet. The ground you were led on, you feel, was softer and more cushioned than usual. You turn to face the area you led in and there, sprawl across the concrete in a mangled mess, is Kevin's older brother.
His right arm has been ripped clean from his body and lies six feet away, bathing in a pool of its own blood. His other arm looks to be dislocated or severely broken, as it is twisted and bent against the joint. Multiple teeth lay cracked around him and his left eye is completely red, due to blood. His friends look no better; one has his torso separated from the rest of his body and the stench of flesh emits from the corpse. You wrench in disgust, only to throw up bile. These deaths, they seem to follow you. Could someone, be after you?
As he strikes, you catch his fist and begin to tighten your grip. You can feel the bones crunch beneath his skin and the desperate boy, trying to pull away and clawing at your hand, trying, feebly, to release your grasp, but you continue to strengthen your hold. You then begin to bend it back onto itself. The teenager yells out as the pain shoots up his arm. He tries prising you off him, but to no avail. A muffled, yet loud, cracking can be heard, emitted from his limb. Crimson liquid sprays into the air and as the bone pierces his flesh. Blood pouring from the wound and you release his arm. He falls to the ground, screaming and you chuckle as he writhes around in agony. You then turn your back to him, before his 'followers' gather around his being, trying to help.
Looking back over your shoulder at the pathetic, crying boy and his obedient 'lackies', you speak in a particularly patronizing tone. "Ooo..You might wanna put a plaster on that." You then begin laughing again and strut into the school complex.
It is only minutes later when you realize what you have just done.
"What's happening to me?" You ask yourself repeatedly throughout the day.
During maths, a lesson that, usually, you are pretty good at, you struggle throughout the entire hour. The corpse, how you reacted to Kevin's presence and what you did to him. The blood oozing from his wounds like a river, his bone, snapped and chipped and the crying of the suffering child. That noise stuck with you, piercing and loud. It leaves a sick feeling in the pit of your gut and makes you want to blubber like an infant, yourself.
Kevin had not entered the building at all that day and, as far as you knew, he had told none of the staff, for that would've resulted in you immediate expulsion from the school.
At the end of the day, you hastily head home, but, unfortunately for you, a small distance from the school gates stands a large, well-built individual with two, slightly smaller, boys by his side.
"I'm Kevin's older brother..." He begins.
Then, something possesses you to say, "I'm the guy that kicked the shit out of your little, pussy of a brother. I'm not taking anymore shit from him."
He paces towards you and towers over your being.
"Well, me and my buddies are gunna teach you a small lesson on getting your fucking ass handed to you."
You then respond very calmly. "It seems I'm gunna have to cripple you as well." Yelling into his face, you add, "Your going to be fucking pulp when I'm done with ya!"
Then, you feel light-headed and queasy. Afterwards, you see a red shroud of mist engulf you and you collapse.
You awake, feeling stronger than ever and promptly jump to your feet. The ground you were led on, you feel, was softer and more cushioned than usual. You turn to face the area you led in and there, sprawl across the concrete in a mangled mess, is Kevin's older brother.
His right arm has been ripped clean from his body and lies six feet away, bathing in a pool of its own blood. His other arm looks to be dislocated or severely broken, as it is twisted and bent against the joint. Multiple teeth lay cracked around him and his left eye is completely red, due to blood. His friends look no better; one has his torso separated from the rest of his body and the stench of flesh emits from the corpse. You wrench in disgust, only to throw up bile. These deaths, they seem to follow you. Could someone, be after you?