Disclaimer: Banjo-Kazooie and all related logos/characters/concepts are trademarks of Rare. Everything else is by me, and the result of my imagination running wild.

Hello, everyone. This is my first fanfic on Banjo-Kazooie, which I hope you enjoy. I have to warn you now that it contains PLENTY of violence, giving it an M rating, but there won't be swearing in it. Don't forget to leave a review if you have enough time. All helpful and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated and will help encourage me to continue the story even more. Enjoy!

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Banjo Kazooie: A Curse Bestowed

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Prelude

Kazooie pounded the knife into the chest of the jinjo as the crimson red blood splashed onto her. She felt refreshed as she thirsted for more, and she lifted up her wing and stabbed the ill-fated jinjo once more. A sick satisfaction stirred up inside the breegull as she grew a sinister smirk on her face. The lacerated jinjo, weak and tender, tried to fight the pain from his wounds. With each breath, he felt the pain of his chest tear across his body and felt blood in the back of his throat bubble, some pouring into his airpipe. He tried to cough it out but found that he had lost the strength to even speak; it was as if his voice had left him.

Kazooie managed to jerk the blade loose from a rib that she had gotten it stuck in and slowly pulled the blade out of the jinjo's body, as the jinjo watched dimly in horror while the knife was uprooted from his body; his vision slowly fading from him. The red-crested bird eyed the blood-soaked knife. She brang the knife close to her beak and licked some of the blood off it, as her smirk grew into a malevolent smile. Her eyes darkened with a wicked shine on her emerald eyes refracting the moonlight that just peaked beyond the clouds, as if to watch.

The jinjo regained some energy and tried to cough the blood but all that came out was a fountain of blood spurting out of his mouth and all over his face and neck. Kazooie stabbed the jinjo a third time, slowly dragging the knife downwards onto his stomach. She made a messy incision and put the knife aside. She reached inside with her wing and pulled the entrails of the poor jinjo out tossing them to his side, while the jinjo's bloodshot eyes followed his guts as they left his body. He felt cold and hollow inside and his vision slowly faded away. He was dead. Kazooie, still enjoying herself, took the blood-drenched knife off the ground. The wind blew furiously as lightning flashed in the distance behind the ominous clouds in the night sky. She stood up and licked some more blood off of her wings, and with the eyes of a demon, she walked off into the nearby woods, the trees staring onto the silent body of the once happy and care-free jinjo.

Once so full of life.

Now dead.

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Short, I know, but then again it IS a prelude to the actual story. I have a 4-day long weekend, so I could write up the first chapter sometime then. In the mean time, don't forget to leave a review.