by Mitera Nikkou » Mon Mar 28, 2005 1:20 am
The curse.
"M-my face!" With shaky hands, out of morbid curiosity and nothing else, I move the worn bandage-like strand of material from my nose, and like my rotten mouth and hollowed eyes, my nose had become nothing but a flattened, almost entirely fleshless cavity. I couldn't even verbally express aloud the horror I felt; all I could do was moan woefully as I stared blankly into the reflection of the mummy before me in the mirror, in the men's restroom.
Why had this happened to me? All I had done, was dress up as a mummy for the office party in the division I worked at and, of course, joining in on the fun you can expect from costume parties. Before I knew it, I felt odd and needed to check myself out in the bathroom... To discover this nightmare. I was covered in bandages, aged into the quality of rags, the exposed flesh was decayed and smelled rancid, and I could feel the lightness of my head due to having no brain. I really didn't question how I could still think; I just knew that I was devasted, my whole world crumbling before me.
But, then, someone else entered the bathroom and greeted me, somehow distracting me from what I had become. "Hey! Man, you did a good job on that... And from what I heard outside, you do a good impression of what a mummy sounds like! You might have the contest for best costume in the bag."
I didn't even try to answer him, that brown-nosing Henry. I thought his type were a pain in the neck. Still, my silence didn't seem to dissuade him from asking the million-dollar question while he drained his lizard at the urinal: "Say, who are you, anyway?"
I decided to moan, since that was all that I could do. And if I'm lucky, then maybe it'd get him to stop bothering me, as I had other things to concern myself with.
"Ah, I see..." He began to reply with a knowing look upon his face. "Acting the part completely, and leaving everyone to find out if they reveal who you are after winning, eh?"
I just moaned again and gave a short nod, hoping he'd shut up and get the heck away. What was I going to do with my life? There weren't many occupations a mummy could have in this day and age, with the exception of being a science experiment. And even in the stories... Hold on; mummies could curse people, right?
By the time Henry had finished washing his hands in the sink beside me, I had formulated a plan. I was going to try and curse Henry to fit the form of the costume he wore, which were the robes of a witch you see in those covens or whatever. However, that's not at all how I perceived a witch to appear like...
I rested my hand on Henry's shoulder as he made to pass me, and I willed him to change with all of the hope of someone wanting to have some purpose in their life, and also wanting to share the misery I had and am still experiencing. Astonished, and quite delighted, the curse took effect immediately, and Henry became an old, ugly hag of a witch, sans the pointy hat. He, now a she, now had a long, crooked nose with a big hairy wart on the end, a narrowed face that was wrinkled, with hollowed cheeks and shoulder-length hair of grey straw.
It wasn't long before Henry was shrieking like a banshee and feeling around with her withered hands, and I felt happy, like I had performed an important task and carried out vengeance at the same time. I now felt like I had purpose despite the horrible affliction upon me, my very own curse. But, I always thought of myself as a nice person, and liked to share... It seemed only fair, really. And as others from the party rushed inside to investigate, my eyes would have twinkled with mischief if I had any.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned because only women can give two tits for every tat.
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