Cursed-1

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Chapter 1

A Change of Pace

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A Change of Pace

That was your weekly assignment. You had to create something that showed a change. It seemed easy when the teacher assigned it, but you were now realizing how difficult such a concept was. You sat at your desk and sighed, absolutely nothing was coming to you. The project was due in a week and you had no idea whatsoever how to even start.

Then, you had an idea. In a flash you pulled out your phone and began texting your best friend Alfred.

You and Alfred had been the best and closest of friends since elementary school, and that friendship showed no signs of breaking. The two of you were practically joined at the hip. At times the the two of you seemed like brother and sister with the way you both acted. You were always there for him and he did the same. And of course , like any other guy-girl friendship, you had moments where you felt more of an affection towards him.

But that was something more or less in the back of your mind. What really mattered was getting this freaking project done with.

"Hey Al, wanna help me with this project?" You texted.

"Sounds...boring...I guess I can help." He replied. You laughed a little, you knew he was trying to be funny.

"Cool, I'll be over soon."

You spent the next ten minutes scavenging through drawers for any kind of supplies you might need, then headed over to Alfred's house.

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The front door was unlocked, as usual, so you walked right in and to the basement--or "bat cave" as he called it.

The only light in the room was the TV that was playing one of your friend's many games. Alfred was sitting comfortably on the couch, his eyes plastered to the screen as he muttered some random threats while he played.

"Al...I'm here." You said sitting next to him, knowing he was so engrossed in his game that he probably couldn't hear you.

"Mhmm...sure..." He mumbled.

You facepalmed and sighed.

"Have you been playing all morning?" You asked, taking note that he was still in his pajamas.

"Mhmm...yeah..." He practically droned.

You sat in silence for a moment, you hand back over your face as you shook your head.

"Three...two..." You counted backwards in your head.

"WAITASECOND!" The blonde  jolted upright and tossed his controller to the side.

"One"

Before you could say anything, Alfred gave you one of his signature "hero hugs", knocking you over as you laughed.

"Hi!" He greeted, messing up your hair.

"H-hi Al..." You grunted under his weight.

"So, what's this project?"

"I have to show a change in something...A-Al...can you get up...You're squishing me..."

"Oh...right." He sat back up and laughed, "A change...um...um...I dunno..."

"Never mind." You slightly sighed.

"Well anyways...While you're here, wanna do something?"

You and Alfred spent the rest of the day doing whatever came to mind. Playing jenga, watching infomercials and making voice overs, playing hide n' seek; just wasting the day away having fun. It was days like this that really helped you lose your artist's block and relieve all your stress that had built up over the week.

"It's getting late...I better get home..." You said.

"Aw, you won't stay the night?" Alfred asked.

"Nah, I finally know how to get my project to work."

"Alright, see ya."

As you left, you heard something breaking from inside his house.

"Clumsy Al." You sighed with  a slight smile.

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The next day you were tired as ever. You had spent the entire night working on your project.

"Hey Al, wanna see the project?" You asked.

"Maybe tomorrow...I'm having a bad day." He replied.

"Its been a while since he's had one..." You said to yourself.

*Flash back to 7th grade*


*End Flash back*

That one moment had scarred you for life, and since that day you have been wary of your best friend, hoping that it had only been a one-time thing.

But it wasn't.

There had been several other times when he had tried to attack you for no reason, but he was able to hold his own.

You looked at your phone again and sighed.

"I hope you get better."

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Once again you hadn't slept well that night. You kept tossing and turning as nightmares ravaged your mind, waking you in fear.

A strange gut feeling came to you.

Go check on Al...

You looked at your clock, it was 9:45 in the morning.

"He should be awake..." You said to yourself as you got out of bed.

You headed straight over to his house, not caring if you were still in your pajamas; you gut feeling becoming more urgent.

The air was cold for an august morning and something didn't seem right.

Once you reached Alfred's house you immediately noticed something was off. The front door was open. He never left the front door hanging open, unlocked maybe, but neve wide open. A closer look showed the top hinges had been busted off of the frame.

Terrified, you managed to walk in and into the living room.

The whole house was a disaster zone, blood-speckled glass littered the floor.

"Al? Alfred?" You called.

You looked around to find your friend curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor, clutching a baseball bat and mumbling.

"Alfred!" You gasped and rushed to his side.

You began to inspect him for any wounds. As you looked you noticed that his hair was a few shades darker and that his stubborn cowlick was flopped over.

"Al...What...happened?" You made the mistake of trying to wake him by poking the stubborn strand.

His eyes shot open, revealing crimson irises.

He grabbed your wrist with crushing force and pinned you to the ground, a scowl plastered on his face.

"Its Fred you dumb bitch."