Michael the cursed is my name. Not my real name though. Just the name "It" calls me by.
"NOW NOW MICHAEL. IT'S NOT POLITE TO CALL ME "IT"." said Death chuckling.
The bastard can read my thoughts. I forgot. It knows the deepest darkest corners of my psyche. It knows what stirs me and what makes me shiver. It knows my pleasures and my fears and lets no chance slip by without torturing me with it.
"MICHAEL! I DON'T TORTURE YOU. WE PLAY GAMES. WE HAVE FUN. LIKE FRIENDS MICHAEL." It said.
"Well I don't like your games and I don't want you as my friend so why wont you just leave me alone?" I replied.
"YOU KNOW WHY. BECAUSE WE HAVE A COMMON ENEMY. THE WITCH THAT LAY THE SPELL ON YOU. I WANT TO CLAIM HER SOUL FOR MY OWN BUT I CAN'T LAY A HAND ON HER. YOU CAN MICHAEL. EVEN DEATH HAS ITS LIMITS." replied Death.
"Even Death has its limits." I repeated.
Death came closer to me. Close enough to whisper in my ear and close enough for me to feel the chill of the grave in it's voice.
"YOU WANT HER DEAD DON'T YOU MICHAEL? BUT FIRST YOU'LL MAKE HER REMOVE THAT WICKED SPELL SHE PLACED ON YOU. DO YOU DREAM OF TORTURING HER MICHAEL? DREAM OF HEARING HER PLEAD FOR MERCY WHILE YOU WATCH HER WRITHE IN AGONY WITH A SMILE ON YOUR FACE?"
"What is it to you what I will do to her? You want her dead and I'll deliver her to you. What I do to her while she is alive is my business. She will remove the curse she lay on me and then she will suffer for everything she has done to me and all that she has cost me."
I tugged my rucksack over my head and reached for the bottle of Rum inside of it. That was my curse. The witch had made me sickly addicted to Rum. I need it to live. It is not the hardest drink to come by but it is the worst of all the drinks. No bright side to it. Just the thick taste of it and the buzz it gives me. Nothing to make me enjoy it. Who the hell enjoys a curse anyway?
"MICHAEL THE CURSED.HE WAS NOT THE FIRST.HIS CURSE WAS HIS THIRST.OH IT IS THE WORST." Sang Death.
I hate that song because it only serves to remind me of my condition.
"I KNOW. THAT'S WHY I SING IT." Said Death laughing slightly.
I ignored Death. I uncorked the bottle of Rum and took a few drinks from it. That helped in soothing the pain that had started to build inside of me and it made the rest of the hike uphill easier. I was headed for a town by the sea where I heard that a bunch of seamen had seen the witch I was seeking on their travels. I meant to ask them to take me there and perhaps even refresh my supplies for cheese, bread and most importantly Rum. My poison.
"DO YOU THINK THEY WILL TAKE YOU THERE? THEY WERE PROBABLY SCARED OUT OF THEIR WITS BY THE MERE SIGHT OF THAT HAG. YOU DON'T REMEMBER HER FACE BUT I DO. TRUST ME SHE IS AN UGLY ONE. MEDUSA TURNED MEN TO STONE, THIS ONE TURNS THEM BLIND."
"Do you like the sound of your voice or do you just like to bother me? I really don't care if they take me up there or not. I just want to know where it is and I'll go alone if I have to. Besides I need to head to the town anyway. I need food and Rum."
Suddenly I heard a rustle coming from the bushes in front of me. I crouched behind a bush to the side and peered between it's entangled branches pulling out my dagger. At close range I'd rather fight with a dagger.
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