Chapter 2

Ayon was not only but back in her prison, but actually killed. The team killed her, but three minutes too late, of course. She cursed the team, not the team actually but things we owned, I too was effected with this curse. What the others got to deal with I don't know.

The threat to the world was over for the moment, but our lives were just beginning to get a lot worse. My bed was cursed, of all things. And it wasn't a curse for me, but other people, women actually. Ayon hated women and loved to have her monsters abduct them and torture them. Actually most of the "Monsters" we were forced to destroy were altered humans. Ayon's curse on my bed had one purpose, and here is how I found out what it was.

I had a Girlfriend her name was Allison, she had no idea I was the monster of the Ranger team. Nobody could know that. So she accepted me for who I was, it is a rare thing but it happens. This girl was pretty by anyone's standards. I figured I got lucky. I never actually let her come to my place though. No, I moved kinda slow in that regard. I always went to her's and it was alright, but one day we were at the theater and when it was time to go home, it was raining so bad I was sure we'd never make it back to her place, so for the first time it was time to go to my place.

The reaction wasn't bad like I was sure it would be. After coming my door and seeing my minimal existence lifestyle, the first place she moved straight too was my bed, and fell upon it. I had no idea it was cursed, these things don't come with notices, evil curses are mean like that. Oddly enough I was expecting the night to turn out into something good, but the once energetic lady, instantly fell asleep. I was a bit disappointed to say the least.

The sleep did not go well, though. She was awake, screaming and nearly insane. I rushed into the room at once and all she could say was that "I had a bad dream, a terrible nightmare." Her dark hair was a mess, it looked good I suppose but I wasn't all that picky. Her white skin seemed to have the life drained out of it, she was nearly a ghost and this worried me somewhat. I got her off the bed and she didn't have the energy to fight me. Putting her on the couch and trying to get her to talk to me, but all I got was silence and the blank stare.

It was ten minutes of her staring into space before she finally spoke up, seemed to be better all of the sudden she was hungry, she told me so. What do you do when your carb checking, calorie counting girlfriend says she's hungry, and all you have is leftover pizza in the fridge? Answer, you fork over the pizza. So I did.

I offered to warm it up, but as soon as I opened the door to the fridge, she was there. Most of her was there at least. But I gazed into her eyes, all I saw was hunger, nothing else. Don't get me wrong. I like a girl with an appetite, but this didn't seem right, not at all. It wasn't Allison though. I've seen some terrible things in my time. Beasts that would tear people into pieces, people that would be melted from the inside with strange alien rays, but that never scared me, the look in her eyes just then, scared me. I didn't know what it meant. She only was on the bed for more then ten minutes, it'd be impossible for that to be the reason, right. Oh if I only knew now back then.

She didn't even warm it up at all, cold pizza is alright I suppose to snack on, there were six pieces left, she ate them all in a way I've never seen anybody eat anything before. She was not, I don't know, aware of what she was doing? Within minutes she had devoured everything and the box was empty. She was not content though, she seemed even worse then before and then I knew something was wrong, something had to be. I can still remember the way she looked at me with those deep brown eyes.

The next hour was interesting. She wouldn't shut up about how much she'd like something to eat, and I could actually hear her stomach start to give off odd noises. But finally she passed out again on the couch. It was the first time I was actually happy to see it happen. Soon after I followed and forgot about the whole incident.

The next morning I awoke with a sore neck, I'd slept wrong or something, I don't know but the one thing I am without a doubt sure of is the mess that was in my house. Ally was gone, but everything was torn open, everything that could be eaten. Wrappers of all kinds, but I do mean everything. I was alarmed at this development when i walked into a kitchen devoid of everything edible and a passed out naked woman on the floor, with a stomach stretched to what seemed to be the limits. I was oddly impressed, yet terrified at the same time.

Allison woke up, ashamed and confused, not to mention sick. She wouldn't look at me as she struggled to pull herself up off the floor. I offered to help but, no, she wouldn't have it. Allison was 6'2. So what, I am not a fan of women I have to look down at all the time, makes my neck hurt. She had never been what society would call skinny, but for her size, she was perfect, to me anyways. But now it was just getting weird.