Cursed (Cursed Superheroes #1)

His words are so similar to what Cameron said to me earlier. Is that who has me? The voice doesn’t match, but maybe he’s disguising it.

I want to ask him who he is, what curse he’s talking about, and what will be over soon, but a wave of pain crashes over me.

I scream out as darkness sucks me under.





Chapter 5





You have to be strong, okay? Don’t give up. Be strong. Don’t let them break you. Cameron’s words echo through my mind as I dance between reality and unconsciousness. Every time I come to, my body is consumed by an excruciating pain. So much pain, I can barely process what’s happening to me. Punches, kicks, being beaten, needles in my skin, blood, hands around my throat, clothes getting torn, my life fading away…

Why is this happening to me…

It hurts so bad…

Don’t give up. Be strong. Don’t let them break you. Cameron’s words echo through my thoughts again.

The real fucked up part is that part of me wonders if he’s the one breaking me. I really have no idea since every time I open my eyes, the pain makes me pass back out, which might be for the better. At least I don’t know how badly I’m being broken.

Tears sting at my eyes as I realize that eventually I may wake up from this and have to deal with the outcome. That my perfect life is no more.

This is what you get for not being grateful… for wishing you could have a different life…

This is what you get for what you did to Max.

I choke on the thought. Or well, I think I do. I can’t really hear anything, other than my own thoughts, see anything, other than darkness, and feel anything, other than numbness.

Maybe I can stay numb forever.

As soon as the thought crosses my mind, I feel myself being tugged back toward the pain.

No! I want to scream out. I want to hide in the dark forever!

But no matter how hard I fight, I get pulled farther and farther away from the darkness and toward the pain.





Chapter 6





I don’t know what I was expecting when I opened my eyes, but I definitely didn’t picture myself lying in a bed with mounds of pillows under my head and a soft blanket pulled over me. Feeling strangely coherent for just waking up, I sit up and look around at the four dark purples walls, the tile floor, and the few furniture pieces placed sparsely around the room. Then I take in the domed ceiling and the door in the corner.

“Okay, so I’m in a bedroom,” I mutter. “But not mine.”

Confused beyond belief, I examine my body. With the searing pain I felt whenever I tiptoed back to reality, I expected my skin to be covered in cuts and bruises. But oddly, I can’t find a single wound. I glance at a mirror on the wall and take in my reflection. I’m not wearing the same clothes as I was at the party, now dressed in black shorts and a matching T-shirt. I cringe at the idea of someone changing me and wonder what else was done to me while I was passed out. Other than the new outfit and my skin being pale, I look the same, though.

But I feel so different. Restless. Needing something, but I can’t figure out what.

Just thinking about needing something makes my hands shake. What’s happening to me?

I try to recall what happened but my skull pounds in protest and my stomach lurches. I rush to the side of the bed and throw up all over the floor. But apparently I haven’t had anything to eat because I end up dry heaving.

“What’s happening to me?” I mumble through my dry heaves.

“You’re in the process of changing?”

My head snaps up and my eyes narrow at a man standing in the doorway. He’s wearing a black sweater with the sleeves rolled up, slacks, and shiny shoes. His short hair is white as snow except for a startling bright blue streak down the center. If I had to guess his age, my bet would be in his late twenties.

“Who are you?” I mumble, kneeling up on the bed. “Are you the one who brought me here… Are you the one who…” I don’t know how to finish that sentence since I don’t know what happened to me.

He lingers in the doorway. “I’m the one who saved you. Or well, is going to save you.”

I don’t trust him. At all.

“Let me go,” I demand, hoping my mind controlling powers still work.

He shakes his head. “That won’t work on me.”

I frown, my heart tremoring in my chest. “Who are you?”

“I already told you, I’m the person who’s going to save you.”

“From what?” I ask, discreetly looking around for a place to escape. But the only way out that I can see is the door, and he’s blocking my route.

He leans against the doorframe. “From yourself. From the curse. From a painful life full of death.”

Great. Now I see what’s going on. I’ve been kidnapped by a nutjob.

“I’m telling the truth,” he says as if reading my mind. “You were cursed, Remi, from the day you were born, and that curse was collected the moment you turned eighteen.”

Faint memories of the town clock chiming midnight drift into my thoughts… I heard it right before the person grabbed me and dragged me off…