In a world of magic, you’d think that cursed would be something a person casted. Guess again!
In my world, curses are genetically alterations on our body that grants us either an advantage or disadvantage on life. Some people’s curses are as simple as lizard eyes. Others could have legs for arms and arms for legs.
Me? Well I didn’t really know much of my curse up until I died. Yea, I died and came back. That is the basis of my curse. The only problem was, I didn’t come back 100% me
My entire curse was registered as “Regressive Reincarnation” I was told that any time I died, I would be reborn out of my body. They’ve had a few of theses cases before, and simply warned me not to die as a newborn. If I die older than a newborn, I’ll still be reincarnated as baby me. If I died as a baby, I stay dead.
Luckily for me, I age faster depending on my death. If I get shot in the dead, it would take me a few weeks to age back to normal. If I simply died of heart problems, it’ll take me only a few days. My average aging sequence is about one year per day.
Due to this curse, life on the force isn’t that easy. Imagine arresting someone, and having them wonder why you have baby diapers in the back.
It wasn’t really easy for my partner either. His curse allowed him to practically read minds if he touched you, so imagine how awkward it would be when he changes the diaper of a 25 year old man in a newborn’s body.
Now I know what your thinking, “why don’t you just quit?” And it’s simple: because quitting because of a curse is stupid.
Oh, I have a curse that practically makes me into a baby depending on how much damage I take on death. Yea sure let’s just play it safe.
With this curse, I would be able to almost be invincible. Who wouldn’t want to take advantage on that, plus the benefits from work when they know you’ve gotten killed. The second they find out, a mandatory babysitter is registered to me as I take time to heal up.
So if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do!