The Curse
You begin to twist and turn. In seconds, they lose grip and you manage to roll away. You jump to you feet and charge towards the brunette who you had earlier pissed off. You throw a punch, but she just leans to the side and dodges it. Before you have chance to pull away, she grabs your wrist. You try and tug yourself free, but fail. The girl then slides along the ground, still holding you, and kicks the back of you legs, causing you to fall to your knees. She then pushes your arm up your back and you scream out.
"Please! I-I'm sorry. Please, let me go!" You beg.
"Tut, tut, tut. It's too late for that now." She replies. "When we're done, leave him here. He's too feisty. He maybe a problem if we bring him back." She commands.
"But, then he won't have anywhere to go. It's dangerous if we leave him along. He could get hurt." The blonde who previously was resting against your crotch states.
"Exactly. He deserves it anyway." The brunette replies. The blonde who attempted to help you stares you in the eyes, as her's fill with tears, although she is careful not to let the others see. She then closes her eyes, drops her head and begins slowly shaking it.
"Ready girls?" The brunette asks. All of them nod.
The blonde then speaks up again, "May I do it?" The question was directed at the brunette.
"Of course, Lizzie." She replies with a smile. "Now, let's do this!" Fear consumes you, making your eyes water and your body to tingle. You are now feeling sick too.
In unison they chant, "Trangrora femisa Permuntada." Bright, blue lights begin to emit from their palms as they hold their hands over you. A pentagram, along with many strange looking runes and shapes, appear on Lizzie's forehead. A stronger beam of light then shoots out from it. Your vision begins to fade as the beam hits your face. The last words you hear before you black-out are whispered in your ear by a familiar voice. Those words are: I'm so sorry.
Wake up on the cold hard floor of an alleyway, nearby to where that unusual event had happened. You feel dizzy and light-headed. It is dark and wet. You are freezing, but as you walk towards a dumpster to find shelter, you experiance a pounding in your head. You hold it as you fall to the ground in pain. You scream out, but no-one heres.
"Help me! Oh, god.." You begin to shake and dribble. You vision once again fades, but hastily, a range of pictures appear in front of you. You see a building and a girl, one from that group. She is urging you to follow. Then it blurs away and you find youself in the alley once again.
"What's happening to me." You think. You can barely see you hand in front of your face. You need to do something, because if you just stay where you are you'll get hyperthermia.
"Please! I-I'm sorry. Please, let me go!" You beg.
"Tut, tut, tut. It's too late for that now." She replies. "When we're done, leave him here. He's too feisty. He maybe a problem if we bring him back." She commands.
"But, then he won't have anywhere to go. It's dangerous if we leave him along. He could get hurt." The blonde who previously was resting against your crotch states.
"Exactly. He deserves it anyway." The brunette replies. The blonde who attempted to help you stares you in the eyes, as her's fill with tears, although she is careful not to let the others see. She then closes her eyes, drops her head and begins slowly shaking it.
"Ready girls?" The brunette asks. All of them nod.
The blonde then speaks up again, "May I do it?" The question was directed at the brunette.
"Of course, Lizzie." She replies with a smile. "Now, let's do this!" Fear consumes you, making your eyes water and your body to tingle. You are now feeling sick too.
In unison they chant, "Trangrora femisa Permuntada." Bright, blue lights begin to emit from their palms as they hold their hands over you. A pentagram, along with many strange looking runes and shapes, appear on Lizzie's forehead. A stronger beam of light then shoots out from it. Your vision begins to fade as the beam hits your face. The last words you hear before you black-out are whispered in your ear by a familiar voice. Those words are: I'm so sorry.
Wake up on the cold hard floor of an alleyway, nearby to where that unusual event had happened. You feel dizzy and light-headed. It is dark and wet. You are freezing, but as you walk towards a dumpster to find shelter, you experiance a pounding in your head. You hold it as you fall to the ground in pain. You scream out, but no-one heres.
"Help me! Oh, god.." You begin to shake and dribble. You vision once again fades, but hastily, a range of pictures appear in front of you. You see a building and a girl, one from that group. She is urging you to follow. Then it blurs away and you find youself in the alley once again.
"What's happening to me." You think. You can barely see you hand in front of your face. You need to do something, because if you just stay where you are you'll get hyperthermia.