Arc 1 - Chapter 1 - Control

This book is heavily inspire by both Cursed Gamer by Master4thWall on Wattpad and WebNovel as well as A Gamers Guide to Necromancy by Dark_Wolf_Shiro on Ao3, they were my first favorite dark styled Fics and I wanted to expand my writing style so I'm doing a book based around a 'similar' idea and concept by those two.The title is also a mix of their titles name (though the curse part is an actual lore thing)_______________________________? PoVHis feet clacked against the floor, the Victorian like manor walls a dark brown, only lit by a dim candle held by chains, lining down and up the hall.Stopping a wooden door with an old-fashioned keyhole, he opens it, the blindfolded invidiual entering the room, in hand, a book.Humming, he lightly pulled back his black over coat, resting it on a nearby chair, leaving himself in a purple turtle neck with darkened pants.The room resembles a library, yet it lacks light, stepping up to one of the bookshelf he places they aforementioned book in its original space."It's been awhile since I've read a 'dark styled book', much less narrated one, I suppose it couldn't hurt," he spoke to 'himself', his fingers trailing down the spines of wood held books.Each one with unique and similar titles, the never-ending room going on for eternity."Hm... maybe," he raises his hand, recalling the book to it as it as space warps for a moment.The book had a 'bad ending', not ill-written, just the main character had an unfortunate end. If you asked any reader, that is.He had a rule, this Librarian, his ability to intervene would stay limited, he would never 'write' if you will, he'd simply give you the tools to write, nudging you along on occasion.Humans and numerous mortal-like intrigued him, and for someone with so much time and so many books, he had all he needed to understand them more and more."If I recall, that Abyss cracked some dimensions, plus with the black holes assistance, much was destroyed or 'strewn' about through the realities."(This is from both Duality System and Living Singularity. Canonically, that is)He glanced to his left, several books tangling together, intertwining and becoming new pieces of fiction.Almost recreating themselves, the newly created books left their original forms back on the shelf, flying to new ones, auto organization.Ceacilius (Cease-Ih-Lis, should ve Lius for pronunciation but nah), also known as The Librarian, opened his mouth voiceless words coming out as the book 'changed'._______________________________... PoVI was cold, everything was so damn hot.My chest heaved up and down as the rat sat on his knees, a smile similar to one a 'yandere' might have when they're looking for affection from 'their' lover.He squabbled to his feet, "Did I do good honey?"He almost tripped, falling at the feet of the woman fifteen or so feet in front of me, both of us bleeding from our lips.Hers was from a smack, mine a gunshot.'What shitty parents I was given, some dog and a fucked up wife, though if you ask me, he's more mentally deranged'.My father didn't look like a push over, if anything he seemed like he was built enough that he was in the army or could be, but being physically built doesn't always mean mentally built.I cough up a bit more blood, the supposed father having shot me, "this what you wanted, could I call this betrayal? Not like we had much in the first place".The words came out easily despite my wound, hiding the pain was something I'd picked up along the way, if you ignore the liquid like consistency to my words.I'd have what one might call a, 'cliche antagonists backstory, of one of those cliche RWBY fics where the MC is abused and betrayed'.I was raised in the lower tier of the middle class, had two parents, and was a lone child.Grades were pretty good, have a house that 'we bought', then again, I paid for half of it before I was 14.They both were raised in slums and needed a way out.Their own child was as good as any ticket they could find, if used right.Then again, I couldn't tell you if we were biologically related or not.About a week after I hit 8, she'd swapped from whoring herself to well...Thankfully taking too many drugs for my own good wiped most of it away, I suppose hysteria pills, I was never given the name, could do that.It wasn't as bad as it sounds, I was never truly 'used' till I was 10, and she was hot, most would consider that 'good enough', suppose I was one of them.Plus, the pills were voluntary. If anything, I was the addict in that department. Then again, I only took them because they were the only thing I could 'contorl'.There wasn't much else trauma there, a couple beatings and cigarrets to the skin, but never severe, at least to the point it scarred me, if you exclude the electric scaring on my right hip to arm.Don't touch an ongoing unstable electrical appliance kids.I was pissed regardless. She'd gotten in bad with some asshats, so I was forced to deal with it, I suppose I did the wrong kind of 'dealing'.I wouldn't consider myself violent, but what had to happen just had to happen.She'd still wanted them, apparently.They weren't dead, but a crowbar can deal permanently damage, who knew?Regardless, at most I was fucking pist at what was happening, "so, gonna call the police? Or do I die here".I could feel it all failing, my senses dimming as the cold air flows through my hot and burning throat, an almost smoke like smell attached to it, but that was probably hypochondria.I could tell by the look in her eyes she was pissed both at me and the rare species of mutt.She didn't want me dead, she still needed me, I was still useful to her.How fucking heartwarming.Honestly, I could keel over and die out of spite if god would let me see it.Wasn't too religious, but my peachy perfect mother was, explained the pastor I suppose."As much as I 'want' to, I can't, that guns mine, the cops are going to come after you regardless, my dear. This is life. Maybe God will grace you with his presence and let you be of assistance to me more," she turned, grabbing the well-built man by the scruff of his hair.Fuck, so I am dying, it hurt badly.I sat there, the heat in my body draining, a pool of what felt like hot syrup to me, though it might just been my mind.My breathes slowly gettung duller and duller, my vision wobbly and waning.I felt like I had just stood up too fast.Couldn't I at least get my life flashing before my eyes? What a bullshit rumor.Maybe I was impatient.'God, if I survive, I'll make sure that piece of shit gets what's coming to her. Even if I'm damned to hell for it, that or at least punish her.'Despite my thoughts, I didn't want revenge to a high degree.Was I fucking livid and pissed? Absolutely, but I'd consider more of something I would because I could do it.It was the same for how she treated me, right? She did it because she could, just like every other person, but I wasn't so morally corrupt I'd express my negative emotions like that, I'd need to be really unstable to do so.Now that I think about it, why am I so stable? So... mentally sound?I know myself pretty well. If she did this, I'd wanna grab her, snap her neck, and make the bastard watch.I'd be too angry to think of the consequences of it.Pretty reasonable reaction if you asked me.Yes I-[Reincarnation Initialized: You've been chosen by [The Librarian] for a System][System Has Been Granted: Permanent Access]I looked up, the blue lumniscent screen barely seen through my blurry and bloodied eyes.System? Reincarnation? Me? Not even a choice in the matter?Fuck, what did I expect? Why would I think a higher being would be any different from the others, being forced into reincarnation regardless of want."Can-t...y-you just le-t... me die i-in... pea...ce," my body thuds against the floor, my soul leaving my body.[Reincarnation: Complete][Using 'Will', 'Desire' and what User 'lacked most but wanted' the system has auto inputted choice options.][Please Enjoy Your Reincarnation!]***Dozens of rats scattered throughout the alley, scittering thorugh old trash and left over food.Softly an apperation of bubbles formed in the air, pouring out like a thick red and black liquid, dousing and painting the nearby air.Bursting forth, almost like a child tearing through its mothers womb, an almost adult male slaps against the concrete, being thrown out like the trash around him.A set of footsteps slowly approaching."The fuck was that," the malcontent voice was harsh and aggresive, yet it held a certain allure to it for anyone who heard it.Grunting they stand up, a couple black strands in his face.'Huh? Am I taller?'Checking out his own body he pats and touches himself, he had a basic white-tee with a set of blue jeans, nothing else on his person.They patiently waited.Glancing down at his feet he notices a remenant energy swirling around his legs, slowly seeping into his bodyRaising his foot he attempts to stomp it out, "The fuck is this!"He attitude was still harsh, the observer raising their eyebrow, 'Have they forgotten? Rebirth can do that, though he seems more 'intelligent' yet knows nothing'.Stepping forward the black haired male snaps up, almost snapping his own neck at how fast he turned."Good morning"The invidiual walked up, a set of recently applied stiches across their forehead, they seemed to be smiling at him, truly smiling.'Will he remember me?'"Who the fuck are you," despite having never met them, he could felt like he knew them, not form emotion, but memory, weird."You seem a bit lost, is it so bad for me to want to help you?""I said WHO T H E FUCK ARE YOU," his voice came out demanding, his eyes glowing a dark blood-like red.The stitched individual raises their eyebrow, almost compulsed to answer his question, as if they had to do as they said."Now now [Control], no need to be so hasty. I'm simply an old friend, for now, if you want to, try looking at your own emotions. You might notice they're a bit 'awry'."Awry? He didn't want to listen to the, although he'd been controlled his entire life, he felt like he had all the power, almost drunk on it.His eyes widen for a sec, he'd known this feeling, the pumping blood, the heated body, the thumping heart, like euphoria digging and crawling through his skin like poisonous maggots.His eyes stagnante, slowly receding into a dark oceanic blue, to anyone who looked at him they'd quickly find they found him at least somewhat attractive, and for those who didn't?They were almost incapabale of calling him ugly, he looked like a solid 7/10, but to most who glanced he was a minimum of a 6, almost like it was some sort of preset law."...control, you called me control," letting a breath escape his lips he goes complaisant, willing to listen, for now."So you don't remember? A rebirthed curse tends to at least keep some of their old memories, where you drained that badly?"Curse? His head pulsed, almost writhing in pain, his hand grabbing his head.'Jujutsu Kaisen?'But how did he come to that conclusion? Curses could be-His eyes dart to the stitches."Are you remembering?"Stepping forward the rays of moonlight softly reflect off of the supple skin of Kenjaku, or as they currently go by, Kaori, simply Kaori."Sorta, but you didn't answer me, why 'Control'"."So you can't recall it all? You should have a innate natural knowledge on your curse abilities," Kaori hummed, she wasn't expecting this, she'd felt the Control Curse appear, weak su-Right, they're weak currently, did they prematurely rebirth? It wasn't impossible, just rare."You are known as the Control Curse, born from the human fear of control, it's only natural you wanted to control me, though please try to refrain from it.""Don't expect an apology.""I wouldn't dare, actually, since you're back once again, might I request your assistance?"She'd walked closer, her body being hugged by her tight black long sleeve t-shirt, her cleavage bouncing as she steps closer."You've come back in an... interesting era, it's no Heian Era, but it's one with powerful sorcerers nontheless, even a Six Eyes and Limitless user."He easily remembered those.Anime, one of the few things he got to enjoy without issue, and JJK was on his favorited list, even if his memories of it were shaky right now.But could he so easily accept the main... second main villains assistance,She considered him a friend though, plus, it wasn't like he had to an be 'good' or anything, right now it was just to li- Survive."Fine, I'll hear you out"_______________________________I should mention I'm not very good at writing dark shit, I'm still learning and that's the point of this book, to write outside of my comfort zone.Regardless, I hope you enjoyed, if you have ideas, critiquesm or even just wanna talk go ahead an comment, I try my best to reply to all.This book and The World Traveler are going to be attempted to write as secondary books, along side Living Singularity which is my main focus.