Akursed

Prolouge

The year 1756. It was no time for a woman to be out at this time of night. Drunkards, rapists, and gamblers roamed the streets at night, assaulting and attacking unsuspecting prey. But, taking no heed of this prior knowledge, one particular woman with platinum blonde hair still had taken it upon herself to walk the streets as if she was some sort of woman of the night. The frilly dress she had on was torn and tattered, and her hair was matted and soaked with water. She paced, almost impatient, back and forth under the light of the glowing lanterns. A man approached her. "What is such a purty young thang doing outside at this time of night?" He asked, a crooked smile plastered across his face, revealing a set of missing teeth. Alcohol was heavy on his breath. The woman has ceased her pacing, but did not pay the man the slightest bit of attention. "Did ya hear me? Shouldn't you be in the comfort of somebody's home? Unless you're out her selling yourself, because if that's the case, i would be more than happy to purchase some of your.. services." The man smiled again, that sadistic sickening smile you would get from rapists and drunkards who are about to turn into rapists. "If you are implying that i am a whore, sir, you are truly mistaken. I suggest you move along." Her thick British accent was smooth and sultry, but her face was none the more. Her striking blue eyes and sharp jaw laid contrast to her small waist and athletic legs. She was what every man did not look for at the time: strong and independent. "Look here you little bi-" the man stopped mid sentence. His tongue began to stretch, more and more, unnaturally outside of his mouth. The woman's eyes had changed. They were a demonic and sickening color of red. Her veins had turned black and were protruding out of her face. His tongue began to bleed, due to being pulled out of his mouth past the normal human limits. Blood poured from his eyes as the man sobbed a quiet and weak scream. "What is the matter?" She hissed seductively, "Cat got your tongue?" The man's tongue was abruptly snatched out of his mouth and it fell to the ground, flopping around like a fish out of water. He laid himself on the ground and wept, in agonizing pain but unable to scream. The woman tied her hair in a tight ponytail and had begun to walk down the street. "I hope you have a wonderful night, sir." She said, and disappeared into the comfort of the night, the only evidence of her ever being there was the man crawling on the ground behind her, his tongue clutched in his hand.