How we became Cursed

Chapter 13- Kye Cracks

This is a story of love and betrayal, of loyalty until death, or things that are even worse. This is the tale of a family torn apart, bringing them even closer than before. This is the tale of how I died, and lived again, and again, and again...

When we got to Gypsies, Kye was looking horrible. Her once perfect round ears were now almost spiked like a cats, her soft bucked mice teeth were now sharp fangs, her petite hands were large and her nails now claws, her little feet now larger than mine, with claws piercing out of her shoes, but what was the worst was her body. Her perfect shaped little figure was bent over as if she had osteoporosis, and her spine was growing by the minute.

Just before I knocked on the door, I realized something; Gypsie was a ghoul killer. She had killed the first werewolf, even though it had been Ginger's father. What would she do to my Kye? I couldn't take her in there. "Fidget, please hurry! It hurts so bad!" She cried out. "Hush baby, I need to hit you real quick, but it'll all be ok in the end, now shut your eyes." She did as she was told, and I picked up a rock and hit her as hard as I could on the head. She fell to the ground unconscious.

Even though she was growing, she was still small enough for me to carry. I flew her to the top of a building, and left her there real quick. I had to think. What to do? I thought back into the past remembering an insignificant event in my life.

It was on June 14, 1889. I was only seven, and mother had still been alive at the time. I had been reading a scary book by an author I can't remember. It was about a terrible disease that was affecting the whole world, and about a boy and girl who were trying to keep away from the infected. It was a typical horror/romance, but with a zombie twist. I had been reading some out loud to Kye (even though mum said it gave her nightmares). Trembling she had asked a strange question.

"Fidgey, what would you do if I got that disease?" I smiled. "That disease doesn't exist Kye, and anyway, I'd never let you get that disease." "How Fidgey?" She asked innocently. "Easy, when it started to break out, I would carry you to Devils Den." She gasped. "But Fidgey, isn't that a PRISON?" She asked.

"It was, but don't worry, there aint no one there now. It would be the perfect place to hide away. Its just one giant prison cell were they used to keep all the most dangerous criminals before there execution. There's no way to get in, and no way to get out, unless you have the keys. It also has a guard's quarter outside the cell that's just like a house. But the main reason it's a good hide out is that it is almost one human mile into the Thames, in the part that no ships ever go because its covered in pointy rocks under the water."

"Devils Den…" I whispered to myself. It would be perfect. I knew were it was, I had flown over it before. I picked up Kye and began flapping.

It wasn't very far, but it was hard to reach with me carrying my growing sister. Finally, I reached the island. It was dark and dreary. It was covered in grass, and had a larger three-story house with bared windows and a bared door. About two feet beyond it was a large block like prison, with a cage like structure running all around the top of it. The roof reached about an inch over the cage, in a triangular fashion. I carried Kye on my back to the stairs that lead to the cage opening. Before I carried her up them, I would need to find the keys. I gently sat Kye down and ran to the guard's quarters.

Opening the door, I was surprised to find that the place was clean except for a thin layer of dust over the cabinets and table set in the room I was in. There on the table, was a set of keys. "That was surprisingly easy." I said to myself as I grabbed them and ran back out to my Kye.

When I reached her, I picked her up and carried her up the stairs to the door. Using the keys, I opened the door and carried he around the cage to the opening of the prison, all the while staring at the inside. It was a plain large room, with thick brick walls, and a cement floor.

There were about ten rest rooms containing only one toilet lined up against one wall. There was a large horse like waterier against one wall, empty, of course, with a table with about twenty large tin mugs on it. Another wall was a large table with a large bench under it. There were no beds, and the floor was empty.

I reached the second door and opened it, then caring Kye down the stairs to the floor. I gently placed her on the ground, and wrapped her up in a cloak I was wearing. I heard a horrible cracking noise as her spine began to break through her skin. It hurt me so bad to watch this happen to her. There wasn't much I could do, so I undressed her so that her cloths wouldn't rip during the change, rewrapped her in my blanket, and kissed her before leaving to the cage to watch her closely.

What I saw that night I will never forget. Watching her suffer killed a part of me, and until a cure is found, and the curse is broken, that part of me will never come back. Her cheeks split in two, as new skin hardened under the split skin, allowing her jaws to triple in size. Her head was also growing foreword, stretching the skin on her neck tight. Her spine had burst from her body, and it was shaping her new figure, skin and flesh growing on it as it stretched long, and her ribs stretched out, tripling the size of her chest. Her arms and legs began to grow long, but not very wide, and her fur turned a charcoal color. Her feet and hands grew five times their normal size, and her claws grew into talons. Her tail sprouted hair and grew thick, and her eyes turned black. The transformation was complete, and Kye had woken up. She raised her head and howled horrible.

The rest of the night was spent watching Kye run around the prison, banging at the walls, tearing up the cloak, hissing and barking at me. She never seemed to tire out, so I left for a while to inspect the guard's quarters.

On the first of the three floors was your basic living quarter. There was a bathroom with a tub/shower, counter, and toilet, a bedroom with no furniture inside, but a pretty big closet, a living room that was also empty excluding a fireplace, and a kitchen with drawers, cabinets, and an walnut dining room set.

The second floor was rather creepy. It was an all white room with three large tables in it. It contained several desks to the side, and several cabinets lined up on its walls (six to be exact, three on each of the two larger walls). I had heard that they (I'm not sure whom 'they' are) had been performing experiments on the prisoners, but I wasn't really sure. This room satisfied my superstitions.

The third floor was a simple room. It had blue carpet, and plain wooden walls. In one corner it had a baby grand piano. That was it. I guess they used that room to just relax in.

After tiring out of exploring the house, I went back to check on Kye. She was still running around like a mad dog, barking at walls and chewing up my coat. I checked my clock. Eight thirty already. The sun would be up very soon. I decided to go back to the house, and sleep the day out.

Readers info: As far as I know, there is no such prison as 'Devils Den,' but the mouse world is different from the human world (in my opinion). The reason Fidget has not yet changed is that vampires have the ability to exercise self-control during a change, while, as werewolves do not. This enabled him to prolong his 'infection.' Ginger was NOT bitten by her father, but was bitten by Kye and has contracted the disease through her. The disease of the werewolves is somewhat like AIDS. It can be transferred through a bite, a cut, or sex. It also can be prolonged with medication, but there is no cure. Last of all, the inevitable outcome is death (but with a werewolf, its not permanent).

Authors Note: All characters excluding Fidget are mine. He is copyright Disney. Devils Den is also mine, do not use without asking (or a curse upon you)!