My friend

Curse

*Mel pov*

    I pulled up my hood and kept walking through the dark allys and past half torn down buildings untill I got to the place I was looking for. The Blades' headquarters. Two guards stood out side the front entrance. I put my hands into my pockets and held on to my switchblade. The two guards were guys, one about my age and the other was in his early to mid-twentys. The one that was my age pulled out a knife but the other one narrowed his eyes at me. I stopped in front of them.

    "State your business." The older one growled. I looked up. The older one gasped.

    "I'm going to talk with Max." The younger one rolled his eyes.

    "And I'm going to run for president, move allong. Bitch." The older guard's face turned a shade paler. He looked between the two of us. A look of uncertainty flashed through the younger guards eyes as the older guard took a step backward. I pulled out my switch blade.

    "I don't think you heard me corectly, I'm going to talk to Max. Wether you like it or not." I let a smile cross my face. "Unless you want trouble." I felt adrelline pump through my vains and I quickly studied the younger guard. He favorites his left side, I notice a tiny bit of a medical bandage poke out from his shirt. I smirked.

    "We don't trouble, I'll take you to Max. C'mon." The older guard put his hand on the younger guards shoulder and we all walked in. I smiled as I rembered all the good times I had here. My first fist fight, my first time stiching my self up, etc. As I walk through now, I can't help but notice the large amount of new faces and injuries. After walking past a few rooms we make it to the basement. I go in and the two guards close the door behind me. A soft light is glowing behind some curtains up ahead. I walk down the stairs and to the soft light. I pull back the curtains and see Max, exactlly as I rember him. His curly dirty blond hair and crooked glasses, smeared with grease. He's sleeping in his pile of weird objects. I poke him with my toe. He shifts in his sleep. I do it agan and he sits up. He jumps when he sees me.

    "Mel! What are you dooing here?" He stands up, reveling his skinny frame and scars. Max use to be a great fighter, until he got struck by lightning and nearly died. No one really knows why he gave up fighting to follow the path he did, but, whatever the reason, I'm glad he did.

    "I need your help. Somthing terrible happened. I've been cursed." I sat down on the other side of Max. His eyes widened.

    "Cursed? By who?" I sighed.

    "Its a long story, but I suppose we have time. It all started when my parents were murdered by Jeff the Killer...."

*******One life story later*****

    ....and that's what happened." I sighed. My life was by no means easy, but I kept on living. Max got up and started paceing.

    "So let me get this straight, you've been cursed by Zalgo, because Slenderman pissed him off and now you can't touch him?" Max looked down at me. I stood up.

    "Yes, you little perverted fuck." I whispered the last part under my breath. "So can you help me or not?" I crossed my arms.

    "Sorry, nothing I can do. Sounds like the only one who can remove the curse is the curser himself." He sat back down in his pile of junk. "But if I find out anything, I'll let you know." I nodded and left the basement. As soon as I got out Rick, the leader of the blades, was waiting for me. I smirked.

    "Hey Rick, long time no see, how's the gang?" I kept my hand on my switch blade in my pocket. He grunted.

    "I need to talk with you, now." He grabbed my arm and pulled me away.