Curse of Emoboy

A boy receives a nasty bight from another human. Through this he is inflicted with one of the most bizaare curses.

Curse of the Emoboy

by

Karl Herzog

[Chapter 1] �" this bights

Neil was to spend the last of his teenage years to spite his new age parents by indulging in punk culture.  It began with The Sex Pistols followed by torn jean to studded leather jackets, piercing and spikey black hair.  His mum and dad would see Neil leaving the house for college in the morning resembling Sid Vicious more than their son.  They would stand in the kitchen with their mugs of organic coffee.

“Have a good day at school, son.”

His dad would speak through his brown beard to which Neil would just reply with a nod and a grunt.

“Was that our son?  I don’t remember giving birth to Sid Vicious.”

His mum would mutter.

Friday night, Neil would cruse the city with his Punk friends looking for Hipster’s to bash.

Tonight, they gathered at the 'Burnt Toast' the only bar that was the 'UN' of subcultures, a good hunting ground.  Neil and his mates already picked their target.  The victim’s dark hair, glasses, emo fringe and striped long-sleeved t-shirt disgust them.  The emo moped in the corner of the night club, sulking until he walked around the dance floor that was crowded with Goths and dragged his feet to the upward stairs of the entrance.  The Punk gang skolled their drinks, got up and followed the emo outside the bar, around the corner of the building into the alley and ran right up behind him.  Just as he turned to see the gang under his Emo fringe, with the look of surprise on his face the Punks knocked him over onto a pool of dirty water.  They assaulted him, beating him on the ground and kicking him like a soccer ball.  Neil let out a yelp of pain and staggered back, leaning on the alley wall littered with rubbish.  He lifts up his right leg and noticed blood coming from the tear in his jeans leg.  Pushing up the trousers he could see a human bight mark deep enough to make it bleed.

"Ouch, the little b*****d bit me!"

The Emo bit his ankle like a rabid dog.  Neil tried shaking him off the pain.

"You Emo shithead!"

 

 

The punks grabbed the Emo and threw him aside like rubbish, turned to their friend and the Emo got up and ran off into the city night crying.

"My life is a black abyss, and no one understands me!"

The Punks’ gawked at Neil’s wound, right through his black fashionably ripped jeans and bleeding.

 

The night ended with them laughing it off, their first aid treatment was to buy a bottle of cheap whiskey, go to the central park, each taking a swig of whiskey and spitting it onto Neil’s wound.  He woke up that morning dizzy with a nasty wound and headache.

[Chapter 2] �" born again emo

A month later and Neil had already forgotten that night so being that his night out started nearly the same as that night, Neil couldn’t notice.  Same beautiful full moon night that Neil and his Punk friends wouldn’t appreciate.

This Neil’s friends were waiting for him at Zorros, another alternative bar for Goths, Punks and Metalheads.  Determined to catch up with his drinking friends, Neil took a shortcut through the alley until he felt a strong ache throughout his body, he could do nothing but lean up against a wall, sliding down to the ground and curl up in a ball.  He braced himself and waited for it to pass, grateful that no one could see him in an awkward foetal position.  It passed but not without feeling different, Neil felt highly emotional and woeful.  He staggered into the bar feeling self-conscious about how he looked and leaned over the table where his mates were.  Outside, in the sky the clouds revealed a full moon.

"I feel horrible…. like my life is a huge abyss and no one understands me!"

Neil cried and the look on his punk friends faces dropped, they only hesitated for a moment until outrage overcame them and they threw Neil out the window.  Neil crashed through the window onto the pavement outside the bar.  Confused and hurt, Neil got up and saw his reflection in a pool of water on the pavement to see black eyeliner and a long black fringe hiding half his face.  He freaked out but the Emo took over and he started bellowing out a song by Panic at the Disco.

 

 

This unusual behaviour went on for months.  Neil had to cope with his condition, he'd disappear into the garage of his home three nights a month, he stopped hanging out with his Punk friends who stopped talking to him anyway.

He couldn't take much more of it.  Neil needed help and there was only one person knowledgeable, spiritual and alternative enough that could help him.

"Caitlyn the Goth chick!"

 

[Chapter 3] �" emotivated to get help

Neil was in year 12 at the community college that's how he knows Caitlyn.  He managed to catch up with her in the hallway, busy with students and teachers walking from class to class.  Caitlyn seemed to hover in her long, black medieval like dress.

"Caitlyn, I need your help!"

Neil blurted out in desperation.  She turned around to see it was Neil pleading for help and scoffed as she scurried along with her books and folders.  Neil caught up and walked alongside her.

"You need MY help!?"

"Look...I know you're into occult stuff…”

Caitlyn loved the supernatural and to be the fount of knowledge.  She was well known at parties for rune reading, tarot cards and séances.  Last party was a hit when she channelled the soul of the host family’s deceased pet dog.

 

"Look...it's hard for me to ask for help but something weirds happening to me!"

Caitlyn could see the look of desperation and sincerity on Neil’s face and that’s when it finally dawned on her.

"Oh, my Gods! You're serious!”

There were moments pause, they stood in the middle of a corridor with Neil looking at Caitlyn like a sad puppy.

“Come to my place tonight at seven-thirty and we'll sort it out."

Neil scratched his spikey black hair.

"Okay…wait.... where’s that!?"

Caitlyn pointed an arm in black fish net gloves and black leather bracelets with studs.

"Dude, it's the white brick mansion looking house on the street corner from here…you can’t miss it, everyone knows it’s where I live."

She pointed in the direction of her home.

“Okay…. sounds like a plan.”

That night they sat on the floor of Caitlyn's room, black metal playing quietly and books on Witchcraft strewn across the dark, stained wooden floor.  Sat in her desk chair by her computer, PC on with Google and Wikipedia ready along with more books on the occult stacked on her computer desk.  Neil’s sat awkwardly in the bean bag, looking around the room at all the posters of bands he never heard of.  Neil suddenly noticed that Caitlyn was staring at her, and she broke the silence.

“So…. you wanna’ tell me what’s going on or keep gawking around my room and judging me.”

Neil felt put on the spot and was quick to defend.

“Oh…no, not judging.  It’s just…. I never heard of these bands anymore.  What sort of music is…The Birthday Massacre?”

Caitlyn chuckled as she realised Neil was genuinely ignorant and just curious.  It took the edge off; Neil started to relax and began to talk.

"I know it's strange but every full moon I change..."

Caitlyn’s jaw dropped and eyes widened.

"Into what...a werewolf?"

"No...is it a full moon tonight?"

"Yeah, if you're a werewolf you should seriously be paying more attention to that."

Caitlyn chuckled but Neil had never been more serious.

"Oh...no....I FORGOT!"

Neil hunched over in pain.

"Dude, if you're changing into a werewolf don't piddle in my room!"

Caitlyn was half joking until she realised Neil was being serious.  Then Neil sat up but with slouched shoulders.  Caitlyn noticed his hair wasn’t spikey anymore and hanged over half his face in a long fringe.

"No one gets me!"

Neil murmured but loud enough for Caitlyn to hear.

"Oh, my Gods! You're Emo.  You’re a Were... Emo!"

Goths normally resent Emo's, or at least they get tired of being confused with them.  Caitlyn freaked out and her first reaction was to kick Neil out.

 

Caitlyn was a Goth chick, expert in the occult but none of this was a statement on her personality.  She would get frustrated with the negative stereotype of a Goth. She may look creepy with her dark coloured clothes, soul piercing crystal eyes but she can't say no to helping people.  Her close friends have seen her go out of her way to buy a homeless person McDonald’s…and his Dog some treats from a 711.

 

Caitlyn spotted Neil at College the next morning.  It was like a reverse situation, this time she was running up to him in the corridor.

"Neil!  I'm sorry about last night, that was a bit harsh..."

Neil’s face went red with anger, and he snapped at her but staring straight ahead as if too embarrassed to look at her.

"A bit!? That was a lot harsh!  I'm breaking social barriers here..."

Caitlyn cut him off.

"Alright, alright!"

Neil stopped turned to her and let Caitlyn speak.

"Look, I've done a lot of thinking since then and I've got an idea for a…cure.  It's a bit alternative but you know...your condition's not mundane."

Neil looked hopeful.

"Come by my place same time tonight."

Neil felt pressure being released and sighed.

"Ok!"

Was all he could say.

 

 

[Chapter 3] �" emotivated to get help

Full moon was shining, and Neil had already changed into 'Emo Boy.' But he still had some control and made his way to Caitlyn's place.  Sitting on her bean bag, slouched over in long sleeve red and white stripped t-shirt, fringe covering half his face. Caitlyn explained.

"Ok, so I’ve done a lot of research…”

Caitlyn said as she sat in her desk chair and waved her left hand towards the shelves on the wall above her bed that contained many books about music.

“You're a Punk...at least in daylight and Punks listen to angry, energetic music..."

Neil cringed.

"It's ok...since you're in Emo status I'm going to make you listen to something different.  It should be like a cure or like a silver bullet to a Werewolf."

Neil protested at first but then moaned.

"I miss my friends and my old life."

Caitlyn turned towards her PC and opened up YouTube.  She got a set of wireless headphones from the desk shelf and turned the settings on to synchronise with the PC.  She reached over and handed the Bluetooth headphones to Neil; he placed the headphones on himself.

"It's an Oktoberfest Band, I heard of them from dad.  He gave me some weird looks, but he didn’t question it."

Caitlyn typed in the name of the band her dad recommends into YouTube.  She could hear the muffled sound of upbeat German folk music.  Neil smiled for the first time in ages.  He chuckled in amusement at his own reaction and started moving on the spot.

"This music's so cheesy and lame but cheerful and uplifting at the same time."

Neil listened more and reached over the stereo then turned it up.  He smiled widely then for a very brief moment his face dropped and then his…head exploded.  His corpse slid off the bean bag and dropped to the floor, polka music quietly playing in the headphones that had been flung onto her bed from the explosion.  Caitlyn just sat there with specks of blood and brain on her face and squealed.

"DAD!!"

 

Caitlyn was right, something like Oktoberfest music is indeed the silver bullet but she forgot silver bullets kill Werewolves, not cure them.

 

THE END

Author's Note

Like most of my stories this one is not meant to be taken in the least bit seriously.