AN: So this is a little glimpse into the past, a little bonus chapter. I got a few of these planned, but they will be just uploaded whenever I finish one. The bi-weekly chapters will still come out, these won't take the place of those. Of course with how slow I type things, these will be a little rare.

These will also be a little darker than normal chapters since it deals with Olivia/Owl's past, so just to warm you.

It hurts.

Why does it still hurt.

'If you let me take over, it'll hurt less.'

"Shut up!"

All the strangers on the street turn and look at me in shock, to stare at the crazy little girl.

'You're not crazy.'

Says the voice in my head. I think at the voice with bitterness. I start walking away from the strangers, the strangers that don't care.

'When are you going to stop ignoring me, it's been months. I'm just trying to help you, I wanna help us.'

No one can help me. Not anymore, and no one really cares either. The only person who did care is now d- they're de-... they're not here anymore. Anyone that says they want to help is just lying anyway.

Who'd want to help a monster.

Oh I miss 43 so much, so much that it's like a deep stabbing pain.

No! No tears, you're a big girl now. I'll make it. I'll make it for 43.

Then my stomach growls.

Oh no, not again.

'We need to find some... food, it's been almost two weeks.'

I growl, I've been doing that more and more lately. "I know. I know what it means." I whisper with some anger.

'Do you want me to do it for you again? I can if you don't want to.'

"Stop talking!" She thinks I can't do it, thinks I'm weak. I'll never be weak again, I'll be so strong. Strong just like 43.

The voice doesn't respond to that, doesn't try to give more fake caring. I don't like it, but I'll do whatever it takes.

God I hate that the quickest way back home from work is through this narrow side street. It's so dark and nasty. But it's this or going almost a half hour out of my way.

I need a new apartment.

While I'm complaining to myself once again, I'm interrupted by a sound. It sounds like, like crying?

I follow it deeper and see a line of trash cans. I know I probably shouldn't, but I start checking for where that crying is coming from. After checking a few, I see a little form curled up behind one.

It looks like a little girl, covered in dirt, and wearing ragged clothes. Is she homeless?

I think for a second, then decide I should probably do something. "Hey, are you okay?"

She looks startled for a second, then turns to me with the biggest blue, hope filled eyes I've ever seen. "Oh mister, I'm so hungry. Could you help me?"

Oh poor thing, I hope she wasn't abandoned. "Yeah I'll help, do you now where your parents are at all?"

I swear her face darkens for a second with hate, but that must have been a trick of the light right?

"I'm not sure, I must have lost them. You said you would help me with food, please I'm so hungry."

"Of course, of course. We'll get some food." I try to speak calmly. I don't want to scare her.

"Thank you mister." She then grabs the hem of her slightly to big shirt and pulls it up and over her head and throws it to the side and exposes her bare chest.

"Whoa wait, what are you doing?" My voice is filled with worry.

"Oh, well you said you'd help me with food, and I don't want to get my shirt dirty while I eat." She gives me a smile. A dark smile.

I'm suddenly very uncomfortable, but before I can tell her to stop, something bursts from her back. Something large and pointy, and her eyes are glowing red! Is she one of those parahumans?!

Just as I'm about to yell in panic, the thing whips out in the blink of an eye.

Everything hurts, and when I try to gasp from the pain, I can't. I can't breathe.

Oh it hurts so bad. I touch my neck to see what's wrong, but it just hurts more when I touch it. And it feels wet and wrong. I pull my hand back and see it's covered in red.

Blood? My blood?

I stumble back, suddenly I'm so dizzy. The girl just walks up to me with her cruel smile, and evil eyes, and pushes me over.

God it hurts. It hurts.

The demon walks up to me and grabs my arm, and with more strength than she should have, she rips off my shirt sleeve.

She then sinks her teeth into my arm. She's eating me!

I try to scream through the pain but all that comes out is wet gurgles as I flail madly. It doesn't distract her though, as she keeps eating me.

Please I don't want to die. Anyone save me please. Oh please, please no. Mom I'm sorry I left, just please wake me up. Wake me up from this nightmare. Please. Mom let this be a nightmare, I don't want to die.

It's starting to get darker, harder to think, but the pain is still hot and burning. Ever bite she takes is agony, pure agony.

Why? I don't wanna die, why like this. It's not fair. It's just not, not fai... why?

AN: Short, but it's just suppose to be little glimpses into the past. Olivia's fun formative years. She is very much an incredibly broken person, with a big chip on her shoulder. She's given up on others, the only one she respect for now is 43. Not even Owl has her name yet, she's just an unwanted nuisance, a painful reminder.

This will be the general tone for these mini chapters. Some will be better, some will be worse, but it generally won't be fun for Olivia.

Hope you enjoyed, but not to much. That would be weird.

Reviews plz

Killa