Who am I? It is the most basic question that I think that all of us constantly ask ourselves. It is age old and yet people twenty years your senior have no idea how to answer it for themselves. I myself have no idea who I am. Guess I can start with the basics however, I am Olivia. I'm fifteen. I am the middle child, got an older sister I detest and a younger brother I adore. I am a foster daughter, I am...unique. I am me. Although where I am going or who I will be in a week from now, five years from now, or on my death bead are completely foreign concepts. I suppose in the long term it doesn't matter, only the present does. And that is where we will focus.
The scratching of pen in a small notebook paused as gray blue eyes focused back on the present, purple bruise like bags were beginning for form under said eyes. With a heavy sigh, I leaned back in my squeaky desk chair, the digital clock next to me read out that it was three A.M. In bright green letters. Pale chapped pink lips pursed as I contemplated going to bed, however, I'd have to get back up in an hour anyways. The commute to school was close to an hour and a half by foot and if done by bus or train it was forty five minutes.
Most days I didn't have money for lunch, let alone a train or bus ticket. Bowing my head with a sigh, I stood up and pushed my choppy blue-black bangs from my eyes. The cut should have been an epic side swept bang, but instead it turned out choppy and slanted...guess that's what happens when you cut your hair by yourself with uneven kitchen sheers. Growling low in my throat, I moved to get ready for school, this would be fun. I had what little homework they had assigned at this point done at least, and I graduate in less than a month, that is something to be excited about...right?
Being the top of the grade was even better, but being the nerd of the family kinda sucked ass. See...I wanted to be an engineer..possibly build stuff. Ya know? Instead...I'm looking at maybe a few classes in community college if I can afford it and then finding a job that'll hire a teenager. I will be graduated young, skipped quite a few grades and to be honest...the whole skipping grades thing is not the funnest thing in the world. You're kinda looked at as the odd duck, being nine in sixth grade was awkward and tended to end up with me getting beaten up or something. Kinda wish I took karate or jujitsu when I was younger.
Trotting down the stairs of the two story house I called out to Janet and Mike, but as usual it was empty. Sarah, whom is their actual daughter and the eldest of the household, was the only one down stairs. Her brother, Aiden (remember I mentioned him earlier?), was with her and both getting their breakfast. I didn't usually consider to get breakfast as I was more of a lunch person.
"You're not gonna eat anything, Ollie?" I scowled at the nickname as the familiar grating voice of Sarah called out from the kitchen to me. Rolling my eyes I turned to look at her and blew my bangs out of my face. Smirking, I cocked one hip out to the side and raised an eye brow.
"Do I look like I want your breakfast? Have a good day." I snipped to the eighteen year old and made my way out of the house. Aiden's soft 'ugh oh' could be heard as the five year old dropped something with a crash. After I escaped the overwhelming presence of the house I sighed softly and took off out into the streets of Central City. The hustle and bustle a common occurrence that lulled my mind as I made my way through the streets. A T.V. Shop on my way to school caught my attention as it displayed a scuffle with Trickster and none other than our scarlet speedster, the Flash.
A scowl pulled at my features as I studied the battle that was apparently happening down town, contrary to popular belief, I didn't like Flash. He was too happy, like a clown, with his idiotic puns. Him and Kid Flash (or KF as I had heard thrown around) kinda pushed my buttons...maybe I am just a cranky or sullen person by nature. But I couldn't stand the eccentrics. Rolling my eyes, for what seemed like the twelfth time this morning, I continued to school and tried to ignore the impending feeling of doom...it almost felt like something really bad was going to happen.
Five hours later proved me right, I never made it to school. Instead, my lungs were burning and wheezed breaths irritated my raw throat. Tattered jeans and a muddy hooded jacket shattered the allusion of a middle class do well citizen. Now I looked like some hoodlum from Gothem. Couldn't help that however when a gang decided that they wanted me for some reason. Why? Let's back up and I'll tell you.
It wasn't long after that ominous feeling when I ran across three males, part of a very small (insignificant really) street gang in Central, that were harassing some twelve year old. Scowling, seemed to be my default expression as of late, I dropped my book bag and faced the ally. My feet shoulder width apart and fists clenched at my side, call me idiotic or maybe suicidal, but I couldn't allow them to hurt this kid. It reminded me of...no it hurt to much to think his name.
"Why don't you punks pick on someone your own size!" The words were snarled with more conviction than I really felt. I mean honestly, these guys were easy two or three times my weight and height. Three sets of incredulously furious eyes focused in my direction as the apparent ringleader turned to eye me up and down. A smirk pulled at his lips and suddenly I didn't like the way he was cat-eyeing me. Luckily for them I had a secret weapon, I just never used it...so hopefully it wouldn't let me down in my time of need.
"Wha' ya say shor' stack?" I couldn't help but to snort, the sallow skinned teen sneered as I cocked my head to the side and grinned. Sunken exhausted gray blue eyes sparked with mirth as I let out a soft huff of laughter.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't understand you with that accent. Was that supposed to be intimidating or stupid..I can't decide which...anyways! Don't you have anything better to do? I mean...like hot damn...even the Rogues have better standards than you dim wads." Preparing to run after my snarky come back I glanced at the poor kid and offered a small grin, playing hero wasn't my style...but I didn't condone harm to kids. Wasn't part of how I operated.
"Get her." The leader snarled and suddenly the game of cat and mouse began.
Black slamming into a brick wall, panted breaths pulled sharply from aching lungs as I moaned quietly. Lord almighty, I really needed to hit the gym more. I mean...I was slender my whole life, but that didn't mean I was athletic and boy was I feeling that. It seemed like I had been running most of the day and these boys didn't even seem winded.
Attempting to stand, I suddenly found my legs going all wobbly and not a moment later I hit the ground with a soft grunt. Well shit...I was stuck. Head snapping up I froze as the mouth of the alley way suddenly was filled with shadows and loud voices. Panic lit up my chest, heart beating in my throat I swallowed convulsively as my stomach seemed to drop out the bottom of my stomach.
Scrabbling backwards in a funky crab walk I curled my small body behind a dumpster, from the pulse of my heart and the shallow quick breaths picking up I deduced I'd probably start hyperventilating if I didn't calm down. Any moment now I was going to be found out and then skewered alive by this little street gang...or worse. A shudder passed its way through my body and I hid my face in my knees.
If push came to shove...well then I'd have the pleasure of teaching these punks some healthy fear of woman. Okay, maybe I was being melodramatic and overly exaggerating my fighting skills. Leaning around the corner of the dumpster I placed a hand to my mouth and nose to try and silence some of my panting as I attempted to locate whoever had come into the alley. However, the mouth of the alley was empty.
"What the-" A yelp was pulled from my lips and cut off anything else as I found a fist grabbing my should length unruly hair and threw me forward into the hands of of another male. Rough laughter echoed and I could not for the life of me concentrate. A dizzying mixture of panic and rage had me not only nauseous but tensed up in preparation for pain.
The first strike hit my abdomen, knocking the wind out of me, the next to my jaw and then it was just blows reigning down on me from all angles. Something in my left side snapped, my ribs are broke, I realized in pain as blood pooled from my nose and busted lip. Panting I moaned quietly as I was thrown down to the ground and kicked again. A body falling on mine and I didn't need to be fully lucid to know what was about to happen when a pair of hands fumbled with my jeans.
Screeching, the air around me suddenly seemed to compress and become harder to breath. My hair prickled and stood on end, a small crackle of static raced under my skin and it suddenly felt like I'd sucked on a live wire. My whole body was burning with the need to release this pent up energy and oh god it hurt but I wasn't sure what to do. I figured it was the adrenaline talking as my fight or flight instincts kicked in. Squealing loudly, I instinctively grabbed his left arm as it was the one trying to grab my wrists.
The contact of my hands to his left arm seemed to leave an odd clicking feeling..all I know is that the ever present energy welled up even higher, time and sound seemed to distort becoming slower and muffled...then it seemed to ground and right itself. Speeding back up the sound of something crackling and a thousand birds chirping pierced my ears and a bright electric blue light lit up the stone walls.
Then the boy hovering over me was spasming, his eyes rolling back in his head and a horrendous screaming grated on my ears. I couldn't tell if it was his, his companions, or my own. The water we had rolled into seemed to cause my skin to bristle, a shock jolting my heart and making it kick overtime.
The impromptu lightning lit up the surface of the water and I could just barely see the boys reflections in it. Turning horrified eyes up the boy I couldn't seem to let go of I felt like I would pass out at any second.
And oh god his face was blistering. I could see his veins beneath his skin, which was now red, and then he was slumping heavily on top of me. Some how I knew he was dead. Dead before he fell over. Dead before I shoved him off. The other boys in the alley were too.
Oh god...what have I done? Choking out a sob, I attempted to shove the boy off of me, but much to my ever growing hysteria I could barely lift my arms and oh god his eyes were still open. Get him off of me! I internally screamed.
Loud gross sobs pulled from my chest as I shoved and finally got him off of me. Unbeknownst to me, someone else held witness to the murder of the three street rats. Death by electrocution, one hundred milliamps coursing through his body and stopping his heart. Coursing through all of their hearts.
I had no idea what to do...whether it was self defense or murder...I didn't know. The line blurred and the only thing I could thing I could think of was those inhibitor collars on the news for super villains. Of prisons made for meta-humans...of my once promising life in physics or engineering going down the drain.
The smell of ozone filled the air as I wobbly stood up, eyes glowing a brilliant golden color and hair standing on end and frizzy. My once uniform raven colored hair now had streaks of electric blue in it and I probably looked like some creepy person coming to murder everyone.
And oh god...they were dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Stumbling through the sizzling water and fried garbage, ignoring the scorch marks that occurred each time I stepped down or placed my hand to the wall. I ignored the sound of sirens and someone telling me to freeze. The only thing I could think of was that I had to run. A darker part, a sinister part, whispered sweetly in my ear..cooing and gentle like a mother.
But sweety you're free. The words seemed to echo in my head, an insane giggle escaping me as I turned my glowing golden eyes on the police cruiser and cop and then I was lifting my hands and blasting them both. The man locked up and seemed to seize as if I had tasered him and the cop car's sirens went off as the engine exploded.
If anyone had seen me then they would have said that Olivia was gone. After all...Olivia was a quiet, spunky, and intelligent girl. Olivia wasn't home though..something else was. Well at least for a minute or two and then I was standing there in an empty street. Screeching in panic I scrabbled over to the officer and felt his wrist for a pulse. Thankfully after a tense second I felt one, he was only unconscious.
Sobbing I took off down the street, the overhead lights exploding as the car alarms began going off as I passed. Whatever those boys had triggered, I could no longer contain.
AN:
Hey guys! So I've tried my hand at DC stories before and I am still trying to figure out how to continue those. I haven't quit!
However, this one sort of popped up in my head and I had to write it. Let me know what you think please!
Also, I am thinking of creating this character into a villain, possibly a rouge. I've been reading stories about the family dynamic of the rouges and I am smitten. haha. Plus I've never written a villain before and it seems like it'd be fun to have an innocent character fall down the path of little to no redemption.
Any pointers or constructive criticism would be awesome.
Anyways, D.R. Out!