(Olivia's POV)
I stood in the kitchen of Stryker's base in baggy clothes I had to borrow from Wade since the rags I wore were thrown out at the hospital and I was left with a hospital gown. I wore a blue T-shirt that had the collar fall a little bellow my collar bones, the smallest pair of jeans he had that were still baggy on me, a belt with new notches for the buckle due to my thin stature and nothing for my feet. I had so many calluses on the bottom that I didn't need shoes.
The base reminded me of a school for some reason. The bedrooms were as big as classrooms with a few windows, there was a large kitchen, the living room looked like a bar with a big flat-screen TV, there was a gym, a pool, a garden and the whole place was surround by forest with one road leading out. It looked like a one-floored mansion.
Anyway, I stood in the kitchen, staring at the others when I realized that I was the only woman there. It was awkward silence until a certain loud mouth spoke again.
"Well, let's-" Wade was interrupted.
"You're the new member?" a Korean man stood near the corner on the other side of the kitchen. "A woman?"
I growled, "Like it or not, I'm here" I tried to stop my habit of swearing.
"Let's get started with introductions, cutie." I hated the nick-name Wade gave me. "You already know I'm Wade Wilson, the swords-man." He walking over to me and secretly grabbed my butt.
I let out a squeak and elbowed him hard in the stomach, "Touch me again and I'll cut you, bitch" I threatened loudly, kicking the man between his legs so he'd fall down, groaning.
"Feisty" the one with a furry face and claws smirked at me.
"Olivia Davis is the name, not cutie. I tend to be a little cut-throat, both literal and metaphorically." I held my forearm out to the others so they could see a kunai knife pierce my skin from underneath before pushing the rest of it's self out.
"Victor Creed, mass murderer and monster" the one that called me feisty introduced himself.
"Huh, someone I can relate to" I smirked back, leaning against the wall behind me with the kunai spinning in my fingers.
"Zero" the Korean man stepped forward.
"What did you just call me?" I glared and stopped spinning the weapon, gripping the handle.
"That's his name" Wade groaned, on the floor and still holding his crotch.
"I'm the guns-man" Zero nodded, his arms crossed over his chest as well.
Apparently, he didn't approve of a woman on the team.
"Fred Dukes, nice to meet you little lady" the large muscled man with blonde hair introduced himself, his mutation was obvious.
"My name's Christopher Bradley, I'm a techno-path" the shortest one of the men that was about my height smiled at me, the light above us growing brighter then flickering.
"What about you, wild-man?" I asked the one with brown hair and hazel eyes standing next to Victor.
"Name's Logan Howlett" he nodded in my direction.
"Men, report to the roof for you mission." Stryker said over the intercom before Logan could tell me what his mutation was.
The others walked out of the kitchen as I followed behind, ignoring the fact he mostly asked for the men. When we went up to the flat roof, I saw a landing pad under the large, black jet. Stryker stood near the opening of the jet, greeting us.
"Hello, gentlemen" he smiled until I loudly cleared my throat. "Oh, Olivia, I didn't see you there."
"Yeah, I was hiding behind Godzilla over here" I pointed my thumb at Fred.
"I need you to stay here" his words made me frown and Zero smiled.
"Why can't I come? I could take notes or something so I won't screw up my first mission." I argued.
"I'm sorry but this is a very dangerous mission and we can't afford to lose the newest member just yet. You haven't even trained yet with the others yet."
"But I've been fighting and for years in that hell-hole because that bastard, Joe Hark, always wanted to entertain other fucking humans with the cost of mutant lives!" I snapped, not even caring about the swearing. "You're practically saying I'm not a good enough fighter!"
"That's not the training I meant!" he finally rose his voice before clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. "You're bull-headed, stubborn, and so bent on revenge that you can not see what battle you're rushing into."
"Oh what the fuck ever! If you're so smart, tell me what the hell I'm rushing into!" I nearly screamed as I walked towards him until John's hand grabbed my wrist.
The man gave me a look saying "Don't do this, Ollie-girl, you'll just regret it" but I just snatched my arm back.
"Get the fuck off, Wraith!" I barked, jabbing my finger into the old man's chest. "You know what? Fuck you, Stryker! I have half a mind to beat the shit out of you and-" my rampage stopped when something small and sharp hit my neck.
My hand flew up to it, feeling a dart in my neck, "What the hell?"
Then, my vision blurred as I stumbled to regain my swaying balance. The next thing I knew, I fell to the ground on my back, seeing Zero pointing his gun at me. Before it all went black, I only had one thought: Bastard.
(Dream)
"Ollie, Faith, hurry!" he called back to us.
"We're coming, Sal!" Faith called.
I breathed hard, grasping the girl's hand as if my life depended on it when it was really all of ours. We ran through the woods as the sounds of guns firing echoed in the background. By then, I was sure that our parents couldn't stall the men anymore.
"Come on, Faith, just a little farther" I panted until another gunshot rang out and she tripped. "Faith, come-"
My eyes widened in horror at the sight of the quivering redhead on the ground. There was a bullet in her stomach and she bleeding horribly. I fell to my knees at her side, my hands covering the wound and applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
Her trembling hand gripping my arm with bruising force, "O-Olivia, I-I don't w-want to d-die" she stammered, the pain overwhelming her.
"You're not going to die, Faith, I won't let you" tears overflowed from my eyes, nearly blinding me.
Slowly, her grip eased on my arm and her eyelids fluttered. She was dying.
"No, stay awake, please, I can't lose you" I cried.
I could tell she was straining, fighting for life but she was losing. I already had my healing ability so harshly sunk my teeth into my arm hard enough to draw blood. Before it had a chance to heal, I let the blood drip into her wound. Too late. She pulse had stopped, eyes closed and her hand fell from my arm, limp.
At that moment, I felt something else die inside me, something I've been able to maintain for as long as I could remember and always had with me. Sanity. I let out a mournful scream before charging back to the farm. The last thing I remembered was the sound of people shrieking in agony and blood covering my body.
(Reality)
I shot straight up in a bed, screaming on the top of my lungs, blades springing from my body at the dull walls. Kunai, ninja stars, butcher knives, swords, maces, daggers and just about every sharp weapon decorated the walls. Quickly, the hundreds of exit wounds closed and blood soaked my body, my blood.
The door swung open, "What's happened? Are you okay?" Wade had his swords drawn.
I panted hard, my heart racing as the man gazed around, confused. The room was damaged greatly except for the bed and the windows. A minute passed before I threw the pillow at him and shouted at him to get out. He swiftly shut the door before I would have started throwing knives. I waited for about two minutes before, for the first time in years, breaking down into tears.
I curled up on the bed, my knees pulled close to my chest and sobbed. The sadness filled me to the brim and tied the tightest knot in my chest, too stubborn to loosen even a little. The salty tears dripped onto the sheets, wetting it.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, Faith" I whimpered, trembling.
(Who really is Faith? Why does only her death that cause Olivia to go insane and cry? Will the others find out? Who knows!)
