(Olivia's POV)
Ever met somebody whose been kicked down, forced to fight for your own survival? Ever met somebody who's had everything taken away from her and she couldn't do anything about it? If you haven't, you haven't met me, Olivia Davis.
Yup, that's me, lying on the concrete floor covered in my own blood and motionless. My red hair was hacked short during another fight and the skin around my green eyes was swollen only to shrink back down due to my healing mutation. My tight jeans had several tears and were faded due to many washes, my blouse's buttons were torn off and the white wife-beater had blood stains that never came out like in the rest of my clothes. When ever I refused to fight in the mutant cage-fight, I was beaten horribly … but I wasn't dead yet. The big muscle-man standing over me raised his arms in triumph as the audience roared with cheers. He turned away from me with small rocks being thrown at me from the people that bet on me from the high bleachers. Not many stones were thrown.
Just as the man was distracted by the attention they gave him, a low growl ruptured from my throat and I lunged at him. Daggers sprouted of my wrists and I gripped the handles and the two stabbed into the giant's sides. A scream sounded but I couldn't hear it, the adrenaline was pumping harder and the blood pounded loudly in my ears. He whirled around, trying to backhand me but I ducked it and jumped back.
My palms thrusted forward, ninja stars shooting out of the scarred skin of my forearms. As a reflex, he held his arms up to protect his torso and face. With one arm still throwing the stars, the other sprouted a sword. The man noticed I stopped attacking so he lowered his arms. Big mistake. The next thing he knew, his head rolled across the floor and stopped to see his decapitated body collapse to the ground, blood showering me from the half-neck.
Then, everything went silent. The crowd was dead quiet until one man stood in the audience and clapped slowly. It was a man with gray hair, a military uniform and a smirk on his face. It was deadly Stryker. Seeing the man again brought a look of hatred and disgust to my face as I stuck the sword into the cadaver lying by my feet. The thick, metal door opened so I could leave and another would open after mine closed so humans would clean up my mess.
I was hosed down with ice-cold water with no clothes to get the blood left over. Since I couldn't cross the red line not far from me and the metal collar around my neck would shock me if I attacked, all I could do was get dressed with new rags and go back to my cage.
Now, I'm not to give away all of my secrets now and my whole back-story early so you're going to have to wait for the juicy bits later.
Anyway, Stryker soon strolled up to my cage and before he had a chance to talk, I spoke.
"Fuck off; I'm not interested in listening to another human's lies." I spat.
"Olivia, why do you always insist that every human lies to you?" he asked.
I scoffed, "You're standing in my reason. The only way I got in this hell-hole was by a god damn human telling me that he was hurt and needed help."
"Can we turn down the language?" he asked.
Scowling, I turned away and gazed out the small window that couldn't open. God, I wanted to be out there, see the sun again. Being in the dark place where everyday was a bloodbath had my tan skin turn pale.
He sighed, "Olivia, where I'm going to take you, you'd be around your own kind and you can be free."
In the distance, I could hear the audience chant my name for an encore. My boss, Joe Hark, called me and said I was going to fight again. Then, Peppy was the first to enter the ring to show who I was going to deal with. A smirk grew on my face; Peppy was a male midget with an explosive anger and power to duplicate. I've seen him fight once and it inspired me to become a better fighter so now was very important to me.
"I'll give you an answer after this match." I told the older man before a man used a long cattle prod to force me out of my cell.
So far, I had sixty-three kills but somehow, Joe happened to capture more mutants and met hot-heads that paid him so then they could fight, like the body-builder I just killed. When I stepped into the ring, every sound was droned out of my ears so all I heard was my blood already pumping. Peppy spat insults at me, not only because we were about to fight, he despised women of all kinds.
"Yeah, bitch, you gonna die!" the small man acted like a rabid dog on a chain, waiting to unleash his power.
I just stood there, silent and emotionless until the bell rung. The small brunette with brown eyes and a red face charged at me, duplicating into seven of clones. As if on instinct, daggers grew out from my wrist and I slashed at them, three dead. Then, one of them kicked one of the blades out of my hand so another one could catch it. The one that wasn't a clone jumped onto my back and attempted to strangle me as the clone of Peppy plunged the dagger into my chest.
Pain shot through my body greatly, causing a scream to tear its way through my throat. Suddenly, my body reacted in the worst way. Different varieties of blades shot out of my body horizontally so the audience wouldn't get hit, just the walls and Peppy's clones. Blood sprayed out of the clones' bodies from impaling and slices from weapons that nearly missed them. Every day was a bloodbath but this…this was horrific and gruesome! The dead Peppy fell off my back, every inch of his front was impaled and bloody.
Some in the audience became so horrified that they vomited while others roared with cheers. Breathing heavily, all in my sight spun and blurred until I finally collapsed on to my side, unconscious. When ever that happened, my powers would have been over worked and all of my organs, along with my brain, would shut down for a moment.
(Dream)
I stood in the cold utter black, alone as I glanced around, hearing soft sniffling. It took me a while to realize that I was the one crying. I called out all the names I knew, even the ones of my family. Then, I saw a bright, white light and I knew exactly what it was. Freedom. I was in disbelief but I still bolted towards it with never-ending energy.
"Freak-show!" a teenage boy called.
"You're a monster!" I could hear a woman screech.
"I want my mommy!" a little girl cried.
I could hear all of the voices from my past as I approached the light, tears running down my cheeks turning red.
"I wish you'd die!" the voices began to fade away as I reached the light.
Suddenly, chains were thrown around my ankles and meat hooks stabbed into my thighs, pulling me back. My upper body was thrown to the ground my fingers frantically searching for something to hold on to, to help me pull back but I found nothing. I was dragged into the darkness, forever gone.
(Reality)
I sat up, gasping and trembling until I realized where I was. It's been years since I've been in a hospital. My hands were strapped down at my sides and there was another strap across my thin stomach. I tried using my powers but they wouldn't work for some reason.
"The bracelet you're hearing cancels out your power to generate blade from your body." Stryker walked into the room from the hall with a black man behind him. "How are you feeling?"
"Who's he?" I quickly asked, paranoid.
"John Wraith, nice to meet ya, Ollie-girl" the man with the cowboy hat smiled warmly.
"One of your team?" I asked towards Stryker.
"Yes, John is a teleported, I brought him here so you would know that not everyone are like the ones who kidnapped you." he stated.
"I already know that, it's just humans I don't trust." I sighed, thinking this just wasn't getting through his thick skull.
"Well, you can trust the team-"
"But just don't expect them to be all happy-daisies, Victor can be an ass" John interrupted Stryker.
I thought for a moment before sighing, "What the hell…I've have nothing more to lose other than my own life." I gave in and decided to join.
Stryker gave a pleasant yet douche bag smile before un-strapping me, "But before you can officially join, you need to have a physical."
Then, a woman screamed in the hallway! I jumped off the bed and dashed towards the door. In the hallway, a woman laid dead on the white tiled floor in a pool of blood. A man with short brown hair, dark eyes, cargo pants and a bloody jacket stood over her with a sword in his hand. Immediately, I thought he was one of Joe's guys so I grew Sais out of my arms and held the handles tightly.
Seeing me, he swung his blade and withdrew a hidden sword from his back, under the jacket. I caught it in the sai in my right hand and turned it so the dull side of his sword would be trapped against my hip. I was about to slit his throat with the other sai when I noticed his other sword slightly biting into the skin of my neck.
"Ah, I see you've met one of our own, Olivia, this is Wade. Wade, this is Olivia, a new member." Stryker introduced calmly.
"Oh, shit, Wade! Why the hell did you kill her?" John exclaimed when he saw the deceased nurse.
We ignored them and just glared at each other, "How many did you kill?" I hissed.
"Here or all in total?" was all he responded with.
"All" I replied.
"'Bout 120 something" he smirked as we didn't bother lowering our weapons.
"Seventy if you include clones" I pressed my sai against his neck. "I suggest you put away your swords before I make it seventy-one" I threatened.
He gave a low chuckle before sheathing them behind his back and adjusting the hoodie to conceal the handles. I threw the sais into the tiled floor, the handles sticking in the air. Quickly, I grabbed his hand and gripped it hard.
"Nice to nearly kill you, Wade" I smirked.
Squeezing back with bruising force, he said "Back at 'cha, Olivia" he smiled.
(Then their fates were entwined like thread among fabric. Did you enjoy the first chapter? Hate it, love it, fave it, what ever, it will still be here! PLEASE REVIEW!)
