Okay, new chapter. After this one, I think there will be a couple more, maybe…three or four. But there will be a sequel. Now, sorry if I sound like a desperate loser but…if anyone who does read Warriors (you know the books) and reads its fanfictions can anyone PLEASE read mine? My story was off the just-in list after one day. Remember, POV's don't necessarily mean what it says. All it does is concentrate on one particular person.
Disclaimer: I don't own the T.V show. When does the new season come on again?
Claimer: I do own Olivia, certain character things, and Brian.
-Odd's POV-
The aching remnants of the shrill noise were just as hurtful as they began. It jolted Odd out of his daydream. For a brief moment, he stared dumbly ahead of himself, unable to understand what he just heard. He thought he heard a scream…
No, it had to have been a scream…
"Odd…Odd!" Acknowledged, he whipped around to see Ulrich shaking his shoulder roughly. "C'mon, class is over!"
Oh. It was just the bell. 'But I swore I heard something!' He said to himself. "Hey Ulrich, did you hear anything during class?" Odd echoed his thoughts. Ulrich shrugged.
"Not really," shoving his hands in his pockets, he continued, "why?" Odd imitated his laid back movement.
"No reason." They continued through the doors of their previous class, noticing that Ulrich was edging closer near the office then up to Olivia's room. The group had previously voted to meet her earlier, just to check up. Odd watched his jittery movement with intrigue.
"Weird, huh?" Odd mocked intentionally. His friend reddened slightly.
He shuffled his feet while walking. "What d'you mean?" Odd snorted. It was too easy to interpret his expression of embarrassment
"Hmm, weird that the beauty pageant entry box…is right there!" The ecstatic blonde pointed eagerly to the white container with the words BEAUTY PAGEANT scrawled crudely in the front, with boys dropping folded scraps of paper inside. "Can't you just ask her all ready? It's giving me a headache to make you blush everyday, and you still don't do anything!"
At exactly the wrong time, Sissy strutted in view, swishing her black hair like a prime goddess. Her half raised brow and expressive grin was the evident sign of a long, annoying pick up attempt that seemed to carry on for hours at a time. Odd watched in ridiculed amazement. "Wow, that's incredible!" The principal's daughter turned to him in a smirk.
"It took you that long to realize it?" She flattened her manicured hand, and while bending her wrist, pointed to herself brazenly. While Ulrich was rolling her eyes, Odd stayed calm and answered with sarcastic wonderment.
"No, not you, your hair! It's amazing that you can toss your head around like a broken bobble-head, and your headband never comes off!" A chorus of laughter erupted from a handful of earshot students.
"Humph! Whatever Scrawny, but it's not you I want to waste my precious time with! Ulrich dear, will you follow me please?" She batted her eyelashes, rather desperately.
"When pigs fly and you learn to stop calling me 'Ulrich dear', I might just pretend to listen," her crush declined directly. He stalked through the mob of rapacious boys trying to push their votes in first, but the stronger of them were persistent. Scribbling a name, he shoved it through the throng of several hands over the lid.
Sissy faced him, still wanting to continue what she wanted to say. Ulrich could see her trying to force away the angry gleam in her eyes. "Yes, well, my father counted up some of the votes yesterday!" She noticed Odd tugging him away down the corridor, and he willingly followed. He wasn't interested in what Sissy had to say.
"And guess what?" Sissy pestered him. She ran up along side the two boys, matching their paces exactly until Ulrich finally gave in. Looking up at her, he sighed.
"This is only a guess, but I'm guessing you're in the lead?" Sissy held her head high proudly.
"Of course, I mean, why wouldn't I? I am the prettiest girl in school, but…" Sissy had stopped, for once, looking whitewashed and whiny at the same time. Ulrich sneered while turning away.
"That foreign know-it-all lost me first place completely!" she cried out, a pout forming her lips in disgust. Odd gasped, suddenly turning to Sissy with a smug 'in your face!' opened mouthed smile. Ulrich could already see that Sissy was unable to control her cold stare towards Odd.
"Ah-ha! Olivia is winning! Ha-ha! Feelin' jealous, Sissy, huh?" Odd was enjoying his moment of pride. His girlfriend was winning the beauty pageant election. But oddly enough, Ulrich felt a twinge of jealousy for Olivia. He had hoped Yumi would get a pretty good number of votes this year, but he didn't blame her.
"Shut up! You better, or I'll…" A sudden crash of what seemed like a mix of glass and metal stopped Sissy in mid-sentence. No one else really noticed it, but the boys' reactions halted Sissy finally.
It was the same sickening sound that Odd had thought he heard earlier, when class had ended. He felt lightheaded and suddenly weak as his vision drained of all color. For a minute, he thought he had passed out.
'Help!' A voice, an unidentifiable voice gave Odd a headache. 'Someone please help me!' The voice faded, and every shape, every color, every tint and hue of the lively corridors came back into his view.
"What happened?" Odd asked to no one in particular. Ulrich and Sissy turned to him, the black haired teenager looking a little more hostile. She yanked at Ulrich's sleeve.
"Please Ulrich; I have some money from my daddy to go to the ice cream parlor! Can you come?" Ulrich snatched his sleeve back, glaring at her to show that she was not wanted…at all.
"I'll go and get the others; you go up and see where the noise came from." Odd stared at him. He must have known what he was thinking.
-Olivia's Room-
"For a while, I've been asking myself when I would get to show you my mood every time I saw you…" Her tormentor loomed over the poor girl, kicking lightly with crazed happiness at her knee, smiling as she winced from the insane spasms. "…I guess I'll get that chance."
Olivia finally brought herself to stare into the emotionless pale eyes, matching it with such fury as Brian had intended for her only. He straightened as her courage was slowly rising, but it didn't stop him from keeping his fists down.
Olivia fell back, her cheek feeling warm and stinging. It was numb, too. Now was the time to release her. Staggering, she lashed at Brian's head, trying to dig her nails into a frenzy of blind scratches at his shoulders. Brian was definitely weighed down by Olivia pulling him lower, but it was the best advantage he got. Grabbing her outstretched arms, she flung her against the bed post.
"Grr, leave me alone!" Olivia growled, biting down on his hand that was still gripped to her shoulder. She let go when she finally felt a bruise forming on the once smooth skin of her ex-boyfriend.
"Bad move…very bad move." Brian rubbed some of her spit from his hand and smacked her as he swiped it away. The saliva trickled down her black cheek, and she couldn't comprehend her position anymore.
"Stop…!" she was silenced from a furious kick in her shin.
Now, not only that the feeling in her legs was gone, but her head lolled to one side, resting against the wooden bed post. Exhaustion took her over, and she closed her eyes. Not one thought passed over her half conscious self, not Brian, her safety, or even her friends who had been the best people she would ever meet. It was just darkness, and it felt like it would never end.
She wasn't even sure if she dead! Nothing was cold, but everything was still and lifeless. Olivia didn't know what to think.
As if at the right time, a flash of white zipped across the darkness, but it was gone as quickly as it arrived. She turned, hoping to see the white flash in full sight, but nothing was there. Sorrow was more than just a factor in this predicament; it was the whole vibe in general. Olivia was surrounded by nothing but an endless oblivion of black, and feared that there was no way of getting out.
"Run Olivia!" an urgent, yet wise sounding voice echoed in the dark. "It is time to run!" Olivia turned slightly, only to gasp in reply to the Voice's demand.
Her other self, her animal self, had hopped deftly in front of her, snarling to shake her human self awake. Olivia stared; open mouthed at the wolf, unknown what to do next.
The white wolf growled at her again. "Wake up and run! Wake up and run!" Olivia still didn't listen. She had given up hope a while ago, and concluded that the force of Brian's treatment had lost Olivia's mind forever. But this wolf, actually, herself, knew much better then her unconscious self did.
The wolf jumped at her, the crystal blue eyes hardening as she pinned her human self to the sightless ground. "Listen to me! You must run! It is the only way."
Olivia felt no pain this time. But she was scared of the wolf, and how this was a reflection of herself. Was she really this…this…demanding? "Please, Olivia, please run!" The wolf pleaded.
Unknowingly, the wolf's white paws phased through Olivia's pinned shoulders, and the scent of its strong coat was washed away. The wolf's bright eyes shined with happiness, and she instantly jumped away from her translucent human body.
Olivia sat up straight, trying to understand the wolf's reactions as easily as possible. Shivering, she stretched out a see through hand. "Instinct?"
The wolf nodded in reply. "Yes." She raised her large head, and howled to Olivia, the same ethereal howl that she knew so well. Olivia didn't have to be a genius to realize that she was saying good-bye.
She was awake. Brian's cackle was the prime sound of the day, throwing his head back in triumph. Olivia's now opened eyes widened. 'He's insane,' she said to herself. Brian was too distracted by his own winning that he didn't notice Olivia's eyes, and she took the best chance she got. Scrambling back up, she tossed herself to the door, almost ripping it open. She took one step outside, already anticipating the feeling of being free again. Suddenly, the leg closed on her leg, hard and deliberate.
"Oops, I guess I made a mistake," Brian whispered menacingly in her ear. He grabbed the collar of her jacket and hoisted her off the ground, pushing her up against the wall of the door. His eyes were unnaturally angry, and threw Olivia back on the ground.
She winced again and heard the warning that the animal had given. That wolf tricked her: she said the time was to run, and all the good that did was ended her up on the floor…again. Her breath came in quick rasps now, and the aura of defeat was welled up in her chest.
Turning, Olivia searched for one last chance to break out of this hell hole that should have been her room. The silver lining was right there in front of her. She felt defeated, and extremely weak, that she tried one last thing until she gave up: she grabbed her lamp that she had received for her birthday last year, and tossed with all her might, to the ground.
Even Brian looked surprised. "I'm amazed, Olivia. I didn't think you arms were dead, too!" She covered her ears as the lamp smashed in large pieces, leaving glass scattered everywhere on her once clean carpet.
Brian took a step towards her, and grasped her chin in his hands. "The spirit is gone. I can see it! Those eyes must be a curse; you can tell whatever you're feeling just by the look of those eyes. The spirit is almost gone…"
Olivia felt her limps going numb and weak. It was true, half true, what he was saying. But she still had the last bit of hope from the wolf-herself- that still wasn't ready to give up.
"You're right," she breathed in agony. "My eyes do tell what's happening. But my spirit isn't gone! Nothing at all!" Brian pushed her back against the bedpost.
'This is it…' she thought, feeling her vision blur. 'I can't hold him off anymore…'
"You're not dying!" the same, wise voice told her out of no where. The wolf appeared again, mostly a streak of white through her slowly dissipating vision. "You've done what you could. You're body must rest. He will come, Olivia, he will come, and nothing will hurt anymore."
Olivia gasped in pain. She couldn't see, except for some blurry colors that outlined Brian. Her tormentor wasn't finished yet.
"Bye-bye Olivia!" he cackled. "And to think that- wait, who the hell…?" All Olivia could remember were the sound of a hard punch, a snap, and the thud of something falling to the ground.
"Della Robbia!" Brian screamed. Olivia's vision didn't get any better, but she could make out the outline of a yellow cone, and a purple stripe.
Another punch. "Stay away from her! Forever!" Olivia never heard Odd so angry, but she was so happy to see-hear- him again.
"Odd!" She barely talked. It was more of a breath and a rasp all together, but he heard it.
"Olivia! Olivia, are you okay? What did he do?" He asked, moving a piece of hair from her tender cheek. He sounded like a guy who just lost his whole family.
"I'm…I'm tired Odd…" was all she managed to get out. She really was tired, and she just wanted to sleep. By the steady rise and fall of her chest, Odd knew she would be fine.
He sat next to her, his arm around her shoulder gently. "Her destiny is over…"
Odd jumped from where he sat, and looked around the room. He couldn't find the source of the voice, only Brian unconscious on the floor.
"Her destiny is over, but her fate has just begun…" she stated wisely, and soothingly. Odd turned, and saw the young white wolf, sitting with her tail wrapped around her paws.
Odd smiled, not sure why he felt so calm around her. "Thank you Olivia," he said. The wolf's eyes sparkled, and she dipped her head.
"She will always be part animal, and she will always have me. Her destiny was this…" she started, flicking her tail back and forth between her and her human self, "and now it has been fulfilled. Her fate is with you, and you know it.
"Whenever you are not there, we will take care of each other…always…" the wolf finished, holding her head straight and proud. Odd grinned; this must have been the voice that had told her that Olivia needed help. He nodded to her in thanks, and she nodded back.
"Good-bye Odd," she barked. "I hope we will meet again." With that, she threw her head up in a howl, a beautiful howl of realization and happiness. And in one streak of white, she was gone.
Awkward, yes. Sorry if it was a little rushed. Thank you all my reviewers, and don't worry, more chapters will come. I feel like an idiot saying this again but…if you read Warriors, please read my other story!
'Howl to you and to your loved ones. Find your inner spirit and realize what you are.' - Olivia-Della-Robbia
Should i change the rating to T?