Mad Father. Before the curse

Headless Man

"My story? You really wanna know my story?" the dark blue haired man laughed, his severed head began to slide off his shoulders, revealing a gaping hole where his head was severed, he stopped laughing, a solemn look on his face as he continued, "Alright, here we go, this ain't gonna be some sop story or anythin'"
"'I was a young man, still am but I was less... grey when I was still, ya know, alive. I wasn't exactly a model citizen if ya my drift... But a mans gotta do what I mans gotta do to survive, even if it was less than what society sees as "acceptable"... One time I'd even punched an old man in the face and stole his wallet in order keep on living. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but I had no other options! I was living in an abandoned building that was fallin' apart. One day I saw this flashy doctor guy, lab coat and everything, flashing this gold watch, clearly rich, I thought to myself "He seems easy enough, one solid punch to the jaw's all I need and I'd be livin' the rest of the year in luxury!" that man was Dr Drevis... I ran at him with my fist raised, roaring threatening, hoping to scare him enough so I wouldn't have to hurt "im too bad, ya know? But he caught my fist and chuckled, no matter how hard I tried to get my hand out of his grip I couldn't. Just at that point my stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten in at least a day. He let me go then, somehow he talked me into getting a meal at his house, and what a house it was! It was bigger than any building I'd ever seen, even the plants growing there seemed huge! He lead me through all these winding hallways to this room, with it's stone walls and lack of windows, it kinda looked like a jail cell, but bigger and the bed was cleaner... But that isn't what's important. He left me there, saying that his assistant, Maria would bring me a meal. After a while this complete babe walked in wearing a green dress with an apron over it, she introduced herself as Maria and gave me a bowl of what looked like dull, grey oats, she smiled and left, her brown plaits bouncing. I quickly ate the food she had given me, it was rather bland and tasteless but it was the largest meal I'd eaten in, who knows how long, so I wasn't complainin' in the slightest. I sat back awkwardly onto the bed and moments later my head began to feel fuzzy, and I eventually lost consciousness. The blackness faded with the sound of a pen scraping on paper, followed by a voice that was familiar but I didn't know why
"Did you give the patient the correct dosage to prevent interference with the experiment?" the emotionless voice continue asked, pen still scribbling
"Yes, of course doctor Drevis, not a drop more or less." a sweet sounding female voice replied. I slowly opened my eyes but all I saw was darkness, the odd feelin' around my head led me to believe I was blindfolded. After a moment the voices continued
"Excellent as always Maria." the voice pause to write something before he continued "Today we will see how long an unmedicated adolescent male will survive after the head was severed from the torso." after a moment of more writing a jarrin' metallic sound, like if you grated a rough metal surface over stone, followed by soft footsteps. It went silent for a moment before a burst of pure, hot agony burst through my body from my throat. A horrific squelching sound followed by another and another burst of pain, over and over again, seemingly endless. I tried to struggle and get away but my every movement was stopped by strong leather straps, my attempts at escaping weakened as my energy was slowly drain with the blood I could feel dripping down my exposed chest as well as pooling by my shoulders. My jaws were clenched to tightly that my teeth were beginnin' to ache. The pain was the worst thing I had ever experienced, or so I thought, a jarring, grating pain, worse than before, caused my whole body to shudder. The hot flashes of pain had gone cold and I can't say when it was that I lost the ability to breathe but the darkness I could see seemed to darken and the pain numbed to nothing. I think it was then when the final, sickening crunch echoed through the room but by then I was long gone. When I opened my eyes I was able to see again, and breathe again even though I know that was impossible since I was holding my own severed head in my arms, feeling my dead chest rise and fall. I couldn't see anything apart from the backs of people of all ages but I could hear a kind voice asking us to protect her child, Aya..."

"Well, that's it... My story. I never said it was gonna be pretty and I ain't able to make it sound that way!"