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phantom-writess · 2 years ago

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PROLOGUE - of curses and pain

CURSES are formed by negative human emotions. Fear, anger, anxiety, depression. The concentration of these negative emotions cause curses to form.

And the world is full of curses.

Cursed objects, living curses. Even some people are cursed.

In a way, everyone is cursed. Cursed by responsibilities and expectations. Ordinary people cause hundreds of curses to be created without even knowing about it.

But perhaps none are more cursed than those who exorcize curses.

Jujutsu sorcerers.

The people who are tasked to fight curses for the sake of people who don’t even know that curses exist. Often chosen when they are teenagers to risk their lives to defend the blissfully ignorant.

Yes, there are few who are as cursed as jujutsu sorcerers.

This was the conclusion the girl came to as she waited for her train. Her hair the color of burnt caramel, flowed in the wind, and her honey eyes stared forward. She was dressed in a plain white t-shirt with a heavy, yellow cardigan thrown over it and a dark blue skirt that ended just below her knees.

If not for the white bandage taped to her cheek and the bandages wrapped around her hands and legs, she would blend in with the crowd perfectly. Though, her clothing also earned her a few stares, as the thick cardigan would be more appropriate in autumn or winter than the middle of July. But she paid them no mind, simply staring ahead, passing the time by taking note of the things she saw in her peripheral vision.

The young girl dressed in the uniform from a nearby middle school that stood seven feet away from her had a grade-four curse on her shoulder. It was most likely because of stress from school, due to the heavy-looking bag hanging off of her other shoulder, no doubt homework for her to complete during her summer break.

The old man that stood four feet away from her had a grade-three holding onto his back. She guessed that it was due to a combination of stress from family and work, because his phone in his right pants pocket was vibrating from another notification every minute. Even though he couldn’t see it, it was obvious that he could feel its weight, as he hunched over.

Silently, she re-opened one of the cuts in her right hand. The amount of blood that started to stain the white bandages was more than enough to deal with the low grade curses. The blood began to seemingly bubble out of the bandages as if it couldn’t soak into the formerly pristine gauze wraps, like bubbles of oil in water. It started to change shape, forming two needle-like structures. One was significantly bigger than the other, which was necessary, as a grade-three curse is much stronger than a grade-four.

The two curses were exorcized quickly. It was expected, as the two curses here were nothing compared to the grade-one and grade-two curses she had exorcized in the past seventy-two hours.

She sighed in relief as her train finally arrived. As she sunk into her seat, her body looked as if it melted. Though, some tension still remained. Since she could finally relax her formerly tense limbs, the pain from all she had endured over the past three days reared its ugly head. Every muscle in her body was sore from overuse, her concussed head throbbed, the bandaged cuts in her palms stung and she regretted exorcizing the two curses on the platform, and lastly, the unseen violet bruises on her back flared with pain as soon as it made contact with the cushioned seat. She cringed at the memory of how she got the bruises, along with the rest of her injuries.

Red dripped from her mouth as she slid down the wall she was thrown into. She coughed, blood coming up her throat with the same burn as battery acid. The itch in her throat was persistent, begging for her to continue coughing. She sat on the concrete below her, a small puddle of her sanguine fluid in front of her hunched over form.

The curse approached her, closing the distance between them with all the apprehension of a starving animal.

She didn’t have time to cough. She knew she didn’t have time left to regulate her breathing. She didn’t have time to reach for her phone to call for help, not that she would have if she could.

Her body acted on instinct- fight-or-flight had been activated. Adrenaline was pumping through her body, her adrenal gland working overtime because she willed it to. Her mind was in a haze, vaguely aware of what she was doing, but unaware of the pain she was causing herself. The blood had barely left from the cuts in her palms and thighs before it started to contort in the air.

It moved in the air, fluid and dangerous, a crimson serpent. It strangled, compressed, and suffocated the curse. It was beautiful in the most disturbing way. Absent-mindedly, she wished she wasn’t alone just so someone could bear witness to her creation, to this force that was wholly and undoubtedly her. Alas, she knew that if anyone were to see this, they would be concerned by the vast amount of blood needed to create such a monstrosity.

The curse didn’t last much longer after that. Even though first-grade curses are quite formidable for most sorcerers, any curse regardless of grade couldn’t survive her if she was provided with enough blood.

Of course, controlling so much blood takes a lot of cursed energy, despite her extensive training in her cursed technique, and there was always concern over the source of blood. Most times she just uses her own blood, but a person can only lose so much blood before they are unable to continue on. However, she disliked using the blood of her comrades, especially if it was a grave injury. Oftentimes, she would instead force the blood to coagulate over the wound, forming a premature, very dense scab.

As the late day bled into the early night and the sun began to set, she knew that she was approaching her final destination. The train ride from Okayama to Tokyo took a bit longer than three hours, and it was around 3:30 in the afternoon when her train arrived, and her train was expected to enter Tokyo Station shortly before seven o’clock in the evening, in July, the sun would begin to set shortly before seven o’clock as well. Just as she thought, her train began to slow as it entered Tokyo Station.

When she left the station, it was beginning to get dark, the last traces of sunlight leaving the sky as it disappeared below the horizon. She had stayed in the station for a few minutes to buy a drink and snack before starting her trek back to Tokyo Jujutsu Technical School. She could have called Ijichi to pick her up, and perhaps that would have been the smartest decision considering her injuries, but she preferred to travel back on her own, unless she was with another person.

The journey back always allowed her to clear her head, analyze what she could do differently in her battles. At times, she wished she wasn’t sent on so many solo assignments, just so someone could critique her. She used to have someone like that, an observer that would give her advice as she trained and when she would fight low grade curses. For a brief moment, short memories flashed through her mind of a young girl with long, choppy brown hair and honey eyes, and a boy, older than the girl, but still young, with gray hair like faded starlight and red eyes the color of the substance staining the ground around the two of them.

The memory faded from her head as quickly as it came. She sighed lightly, making her way up the curving road that led up to the campus of Jujutsu Tech. She all but collapsed when she finally made it to her dorm, her exhausted body telling her responsible brain that she would see Shoko-san whenever she woke up in the morning. It was not even nine o’clock when the girl fell asleep.

Her phone rang at 12:48 in the morning, and she groaned as she picked it up, already knowing who the caller was.

“Hey ChiChi.”

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howdywrites · 5 years ago

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Thank you to everybody who participated in my WIP poll (tagged under the cut) as well as the those who anonymously voted. I appreciate every single one of you and I absolutely wasn’t expecting a whopping 42 responses!

Question 1

What POV should I write this from (all Juliet's)?

I’m very excited to try writing this way! It was one of my top personal choices tied with my usual third person limited.

Question 2

I still can't decide what the 'creature' living in the woods should be. What do you think?

*Wendigo removed early on because I was unsure of it

Everyone who chose ‘other’ or offered up suggestions for creatures and mythology to use had some stellar ideas! I think I’m going to keep the creature a secret until I post Feast of Bones on Wattpad to keep the tension high.

Question 3

I still can't decide what the 'creature' living in the woods should be. What do you think?

A few of my favorite responses (I’m not sure who submitted what but I love y’all):

Thank you to all of y’all once again! I’m keeping a lot of the written responses to myself for now so I can think over what exactly I’m going to do for our creature/monster/demon!

@draculinawrites @serenewrites @ditzysworld @celestialbunnistories @writingqueerly0726 @starfast @thoughtbloom @v-snippets @stardustscribes @fluorescent--fantasy @mayvinwrites @softgirlsfromforks @dreadwvlfscript @sapphic-story @alcego @onedayiwillwritestuff @absolutely-zero-emo @sapphcon-ic @marie-writess @akiwitch @llesbianwrites @goldbonne @greenwoods-gayest @lucamused @belles-library @suswriting @maxewrites @irisjaye @phantom-stargazer @whicheverwarrior @devilwhispers @lyssthewriter @rumpixel @skeleton-writer @mycupofstarsandcoffee @sarahscribesstuff

#wipfeast #poll results #long post

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