My first Kursed story. I have been planning on writing this story for a long time now but have had some complications in getting started. So I'm glad that I finally get this started.
It probably wouldn't be fair if I didn't warn ya'll reading this that I'm working on more stories than this at the moment. I'm also working on Star Ghost II: Avengers (which is about a third of the way complete) and Star Fox Unknown Son II. So I must warn anyone reading this to not expect this story to move along quickly.
This story is going to be darker than my previous stories. This is also my first rated M story. I usually try to stay away from writing stories this dark. But I have to bee a little darker than usual for this story.
I hope that you enjoy the story.
Ending Kursed's Curse
"Hello beautiful, what is your name?"
Kursed barely looks up from her beer at the sound of a masculine voice. She can see the suitor walking up to her. A jaguar dressed like a party frat boy strutting his stuff takes the seat next to her. Kursed doesn't need her telepathy to know what's on the jaguar's mind.
Kursed watches the jaguar's eyes examining her curves as if they were his hands. Her outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination, a little more than black leather pants and a black bra. A black leather jacket that Kursed usually wears is draped over the back of her chair. Her Cerinian staff is strapped to her right help with an A7S Plasma Pistol that she took off a dead Kew Enforcer strapped to her right.
If Kursed wasn't used to guys drooling over her she would be breaking the jaguar's jaw right now. It makes her spine tingle to watch him practically drooling over the sight of her cleavage, never mind the bulge in his pants. It is very tempting for Kursed to drive a knife into his groin. But Kursed is so used to it now that it hardly bother's her.
"It's none of your business boy." Kursed glares at the jaguar, bearing her fangs hoping to intimate him.
The jaguar smiles not at all intimated by the vixen's aggression. "Actually it is my business. I like to know a girl's name before they get out of bed to make me a sandwich."
"Oh he went too far."
Kursed grabs a nearby bottle and swings at the jaguar's head. The bottle breaks into pieces at it smashes into the jaguar's head. The blow knocks the jaguar off the stool and sends him into a heap of beer, vomit, and dirt.
"My name is Kursed. Consider this a warning scumbag. Try that crap with me again and I'll rip your manhood off and shove it up your ass."
Kursed turns back to the bar, ignoring the jaguar as he back away to nurse his physical wounds and his pride. The sight of it brings a smile to her face. But that smile turns to a frown when Kursed realizes that it was her beer bottle that she used on the jaguar's head.
"Bartender I need another beer."
Kursed doesn't smile until the bear slides she brand new beer. The liquid burns as it slides down her throat. But Kursed has come to enjoy the feeling, the pain. After all, pain is the only thing she can feel nowadays.
As Kursed lowers the beer her eyes come in contact with the mirror across the bar. What she sees horrifies her. She is staring at the hollow shell of a woman who used to be loving and compassionate.
Memories of the past few years flood through Kursed's mind. Fox telling her that he loved her and proposing. The long, passionate mating session that followed. Never before has Kursed felt more at home than next to Fox right then and there. Then a few weeks later, Fox breaking her heart and forcing her off the team. Followed by her joining Star Wolf out of spite and dating Panther. Betraying Fox and helping Star Wolf defeat the Anglars. The ridicules that she received from the public. Then the final straw, telepathically discovering Panther cheating on her. Running away from Lylat and becoming a bounty hunter. Partnering up with Wolf's daughter Kate, who was Kursed's only real friend and most trusted ally and friend while on Star Wolf. These past few years of tracking down scumbags and living with a terrible curse.
Kursed whips away the tear rolling down her cheek. Tough girls don't cry, especially not Kursed. But no matter how much Kursed tries to hide her pain, deep down she cannot hide the curse. All of the ridicule, hatred, betrayal, and love loss has been bottled up inside her to the point where it feels like her own conscious has put a curse on Kursed. No matter how far she travels, how many beers she drinks, how many people she kills, Kursed cannot get rid of her thoughts and emotions. To Kursed it feels like her conscious is forcing her to live with her pain, like it's telling her to go back to Fox and beg for hiss forgiveness. But Kursed has too much pride for that. The only way she is going back to Fox is if someone drags her back.
Kursed is snapped out of her trance by the bartender's voice, "Oh crap."
Kursed suddenly looks up and notices the bartender's eyes turn to horror. She doesn't have to turn around to see the trouble approaching behind her, the bar mirror facing her tells Kursed all that she needs to know. The jaguar is strutting back towards her like he is the cock of the walk, with four of his buddies, a panther, jackal, lizard, and wolf.
"Finally, things were starting to get boring."
Kursed spins around facing her attackers, not an ounce of fear in her body, only anxiety and a lust for blood. Seeing the blood on his cheek from where she busted the bottle on him makes her smile even bigger.
"You don't give you do you boy."
The jaguar smiles, "Not when I see a piece of tail I want." The jaguar walks up to Kursed till his face is inches from her face. His breath is so bad that Kursed has to mentally stop herself from gagging. "My advice little girl, submit now and you will not be hurt. If you choose to fight then will be break you."
A smirk escapes Kursed's lips. The thought of these thugs/rapist beating her, let alone having their way with her, is laughable to Kursed. Apparently these morons have no idea who they are dealing with.
Kursed rises from her stool with a smile. "Well then are we going to play or not."
Kursed doesn't wait for her assailants to make the first move. She lunges at her closest victim, the jaguar, and using all of body force, connects her right hand to his solar flex. The jaguar's breath leaves him to be replaced by intense pain. He collapses to his knees trying to scream out but can't find the breath to do so. Unbeknownst to the jaguar, he has left himself vulnerable to Kursed's next attack. Kursed knees the jaguar in the chin, shattering his jaw, and sending him flying backwards.
The jaguar's buddies stare at Kursed, stunned to see their leader friend taken out so easily but such a small and beautiful woman. Kursed takes advantage of the opportunity to take out as many of her assailants before they recover. She quickly kicks the jackal in the groin as hard as she can strikes the lizard in the neck. The jackal screams out is such a high pitched voice that it sounds like he has just sucked on a helium balloon. The lizard struggles for breath and grasps his throat, leaving himself open for attack. Kursed finishes off the jackal with an elbow to the temple then turns to the lizard with a left hook to the jaw. The lizard and the jackal collapse on the ground, both out cold.
The panther and wolf finally break their trance at the sight of their friends on the ground and attack Kursed. The wolf flanks Kursed as the panther charges her with a wild haymaker. Kursed easily blocks the wolf's attack, despite all the alcohol in her system, and with the same hand delivers a backhand to the wolf's jaw. As the force of the blow forces the wolf to lean back Kursed lifts her right leg and connects her heel to the wolf's knee shattering it. The wolf screams out in pain as he collapses on the ground holding his shattered knee.
The panther attacks Kursed from the right and wraps his arms firmly around her, pinning Kursed's arms. Kursed struggles but the panther's grip is too strong to break free. The harder that Kursed fights the tighter the panther's grip gets.
The panther leans in close to Kursed. She can feel the heat of the panther's breath on her neck. "Go ahead and struggle little vixen. The more you fight the harder I am going to be on you."
"BY HELL YOU ARE!"
Kursed suddenly remembers a technique that her uncle Tiberius taught her years ago for this specific situation called SING. Kursed reaches out as far as she can with her right arm and using her hips brings it back as hard as she can into the panther's Solar flex. The blow is so powerful that Kursed can hear the sounds of bones breaking. The panther releases Kursed as his lungs try to find oxygen that isn't there. Kursed follows with an In-step kick to the panther's sheen. She then uses her elbow and connects to the panther's Nose, breaking it. She finishes with a downward strike to the panther's Groin.
"Thank you Uncle Tiberius."
The panther bends over, still conscious but feeling pain all over his body, as he checks on his nuts. Kursed takes a step forward to admire her work. It brings her smile to her face to see these perverts in pain. Their pain is well deserved. But Kursed isn't finished with the panther. No one talks to Kursed like that and gets away with it. Kursed grabs the panther by the hair and smashes his head into the table.
To Kursed it feels like time is running in slow motion as she watches the panther's forehead smash into the table and his unconscious body slam on the floor in a pile of beer and vomit. This feeling is the only thing that has Kursed going over these past three years. When Kursed is pounding on some scumbag it is like she cannot feel the hurt and anguish that caused her to leave Corneria. The feel of their blood on her knuckles brings a slight, demented smile to her face.
A strong, feminine voice breaks Kursed out of her trance. "Kursed, what the hell are you doing?"
Kursed spins around and glares at a female grey wolf standing her. The woman is a few years older than Kursed's, but her muscles are much bigger. It looks like she could crush a man's skull with her hand no problem. She is also at least six inches taller than Kursed. Her body's curves are almost as voluptuous as Kursed, she might be one bra size smaller than Kursed. But the wolf has a more soldier body figure compared to Kursed's super model body. Like Kursed, the wolf is wearing an all black outfit but instead of a bra she has on a belly shirt that also reveals ample cleavage. Her hair is also dyed purple like Kursed but is cut short, to her shoulders. A long, knife scar runs down her right cheek, almost touching her blue eyes. A dual pistol belt is strapped around her waist and a bowie knife on her back.
A smile crosses Kursed's face. "Just having some fun Kate. You know how much I love breaking some pervert's spine."
"No Kursed that is not why I'm pissed off. You didn't save any for me."
Movement behind the wolf catches Kursed's attention. The jaguar is up and reaching for a nearby bottle to strike. "Yeah I did Kate. There's one idiot behind you."
Kate spins around just in time to for her to see the jaguar grab a bottle and charge at her. A smile crosses Kate's face as the jaguar swings the bottle at her head. Kate steps in and catches the jaguar's bottle hand and twists his wrist back almost breaking it. The jaguar screams in pain as Kate forces him down to his knees. Kate grabs the bottle out of his hand and smashes it over his head, sending beer and blood flying everywhere. The jaguar collapses on the ground in a pool of blood and beer, still conscious.
"Glad to see that being an O'Donnell pays off." Kursed shouts at her partner.
"True, in my family you either learn how to fight or die." Kate half smiles, thoughts of her bad childhood flood through her mind.
Kate and Kursed sit back down at the bar together. Kursed screams for her beer but Kate pushes it away when the bartender slides it too her. The glare that Kursed gives Kate would make a hundred year old willow welt, if one had been in the room.
"Kate I wanted that beer. You'd better have a good reason for doing that."
"I do." Kate signals the bartender for some coffee. Kate forces Kursed to drink the hot liquid. It burns Kursed's throat as it slides down, but it does its job at sobering Kursed up. Kate waits ten minutes for Kursed to get sober enough to carry an intelligent conversation with. "Kursed, you see those two armed guards over by the door?"
Kursed looks towards the door and spots two felines in Enforcer uniforms. Both are armed with the standard issue A37Z Full Auto Plasma Assault Rifle and A7S Plasma Pistol.
"Yeah what about them?"
Kate swears silently to herself. She hates it when Kursed drinks. The alcohol somehow affects Krystal's telepathy. It depends on how much she consumes on how well she can use her telepathy. If she just light drinking than it effects only her ability to sense emotions. However, in a time like this when Kursed is drunk then her telepathy will not work period. It makes Kursed absolutely useless. Thankfully the coffee is doing its job.
"They are our escorts to Tygra. He has a contract for us."
"And you said yes?" Kursed screams drawing the whole bars attention. "The guy is a bastard. You know that he has massacred hundreds of people just to keep the planet under his control."
"He is also the governor of Kew and the man who signs our pay checks so please be nice when you see him." Kate leans in close to Kursed and whispers, "And I don't wanna end up floating face down in the toxic river."
"Good point Kate." Kursed replies and stands up ready to meet Tygra.
Kate grabs Kursed's arm and pulls her back down in the booth. "One more thing Kursed."
"What is it Kate?"
Before Kursed realizes what is happening Kate draws back and slaps Kursed across the face as hard as she can. The slap is so powerful that Kursed is thrown out of the booth and onto the barroom floor.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" Kursed screams as best she can. It feels like she just took a sledgehammer to the face. Kate is stronger than she looks.
Kate can't help the light smile that crosses her cheek. "I read somewhere that slapping someone in the face is the fastest way to sober them up. By the way you look I would say it worked." Kate grabs Kursed's arm and yanks her out of the booth. "Now let's get going. Tygra didn't look very happy in the message he gave me so it must important. You know what happens when Tygra gets unhappy."
"Yeah I do, people end up dead."
To be continued
The curse is starting to get too much for Kursed to live. Who is Tygra and what does he want with Kursed and Kate?
As I said earlier please do not expect this chapter to move. Hopefully I can write three stories at one time without getting overloaded.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter and please leave a review.
This is John Storm signing off, Stay Frost ya'll
