Nowhere Worth Mentioning - Olive (Part 2)

I never wanted this.

I. Never. Wanted. This.

This street would probably scare anyone. It was dark. Forests stretched for miles on both sides, filled with who knows what. It was a new moon kind of night, so it’s fair to say that Olive was in complete darkness, but she could still see. That’s how her eyes worked. They could see anything, everywhere, no matter what. She wished it worked through walls, but there were other things she could do that made up for that. Things that she hasn’t needed to use for a very long time, but it looked like her “days without an incident” meter was about to reset.

I never wanted this. But you forced my hand.

The darkness around her made the images in her mind that much clearer. She could see the body on the floor, lifeless and pale. Olive’s rage boiling up inside as they picked up the body and threw it into the bed of their truck, covering it with a tarp. They didn’t see her as they rode off toward the forests that were outside of town. To dispose of the body no doubt. It made her sick to her stomach. She was feeling so much that she didn’t know how to proceed. She didn’t know if she should call the cops, run away (again), or… do what she does best.

Olive could see the outline of their trembling bodies, behind a bush to her left. She stood there, listening to their faint whispers of fear. They had an idea of what Olive was capable of, but they had no idea what was coming to them. If they had just left her alone. If they didn’t push her to the point that her body couldn’t move anymore. It was her choice to plunge those needles into her flesh, but it was their influence that made her believe she needed them. They put the needles in her arm using her own hands. They’re the reason she is laying in the middle of the road next to their flipped car.

Olive warned them to stay away.

They didn’t listen.

Now her friend is dead.

It only made sense that they followed suit.

Olive closed her eyes and when she opened them, they glowed brightly at the bush the two teenage boys took shelter behind. She watched them fumble to their feet and run deeper into the forest. Olive followed them, blinking again to turn her eyes back to night vision. Her long dirty blond hair trailed behind her as she dodged the trees and rocks the boys were running into while in the darkness. They underestimated how fast she could run. They were fueled by fear, but she was fueled by adrenaline, anger, and the joy of the hunt. Bad people deserve bad things.

She was my friend… My sister… my everything… Maggy...

Olive planned to come home and spend the night with her best friend. Netflix and chill. She was excited. She even bought chocolate cake, even though she wasn’t a fan of sweets. But Maggy was a sweet tooth and she wanted to celebrate their 1 year of living together in that house. Their first year living anywhere stable. Olive got a job, Maggy was 6 months clean, and they were going to get a dog! Or a cat, they hadn’t decided yet. Olive’s life was finally getting good, but fate and her had a horrible relationship. Fate made those boys visit their home. Fate made them bring Maggy’s poison. Fate made Maggy take too much. Fate wanted Olive to be miserable and alone right when she was starting her new amazing life with her best friend.

Olive slowed down when she heard one of them scream in agony. She slowly walked forward to the edge of a ravine, the edges of her mouth going up as she watched the other boy trying to pry the boy’s leg off a sharp branch protruding from a tree stump. He screamed louder when his friend moved his leg, the splinters digging deeper into his flesh. There was no escape for them now.

Olive slid down the ravine, watching splinter boy beg his friend not to leave him behind. The other boy was indecisive on whether to run or accept fate now rather than later. He knew there was nowhere he could run that she couldn’t find him. She would hunt him down for the rest of her life just to end him. His eyes were wide with fear as she got closer, his friend screeching in pain, his face soaked with tears. They both were going to get what was coming to them. Just killing them wasn’t going to be enough. Olive knew what she wanted to do now.

Once Olive was a few feet from him, he decided to run, but tripped on his own feet, making Olive laugh maniacally to the sky. The boy turned toward Olive, pushing himself across the ground in an effort to get away. Olive reached down for his neck, helping him stand up. Before he could react, she grabbed either side of his face and stared deeply into his eyes. Her eyes became red with bloodlust, and she wanted him to feel the same. When she blinked, he did as well and when they opened their eyes again, his eyes were red like hers. When he looked at Olive, instead he saw his friend's fearful face. His body relaxed, feeling safe with his “friend”. She let his face go and looked over at the other boy, still crying in pain. When the red-eyed boy saw him, he saw Olive stuck on the sharp branch, crying her eyes out. He smiled evilly, a slight chuckle erupting from his stomach. He enjoyed seeing Olive in pain after the pain she caused them. Olive handed him the switchblade from her pocket and said 2 words.

“End. Her.”

He walked over to his friend and, with no hesitation, ripped his leg off the branch. The sound that came from his friend made Olive smile uncontrollably. The boy hovered over his friend, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, stomach, arms, and face. He laughed as he did it. His friend pleaded for mercy, but soon those screams disappeared, as did the boy’s red eyes that sent him on this rampage. As Olive faded away from his friend’s body, revealing what the boy had done, his stabs slowed down. The realization that he killed his friend made him still. His heavy breaths became deeper as he looked at his blood soaked hands and arms. He turned toward Olive who hadn’t moved or showed any sign of remorse. All she did was smile. Justice was served.

The boy realized that Olive had been on the phone with the police during his rampage. She told the dispatcher their location and that the boy killed someone in the forests north of the town. After realizing what she was doing, she screamed at the top of her lungs, acting like her life was in danger, then throwing her phone into a nearby bush.

“Good luck covering this up.”

Olive turned away from the boy and headed deeper into the forest. She didn’t look back when the boy cried hysterically over his friend and damned Olive to hell. He swore he’d kill her for what she did, but she knew that no one in this town would ever see Olive again.

A year later, in a small town on the other side of the country, Olive walked into a diner with a heavy coat covering her now short red hair. She sat at the counter, leaning over a specials menu, listening to the small talks around the diner. A waitress asked what she wanted from behind the counter and Olive just ordered a coffee with cream. To try and make small talk of her own, the waitress asked her where she was from since she’d never seen her around before.

“Nowhere worth mentioning, trust me,” she said, tracing the outlines on the menu in front of her.

That’s when she heard the door open behind her and the sound of a little boy’s voice. She gasped when she felt it. A presence that reminded her of, well, herself. She turned her head to the little boy and a woman, who she assumed was his mother, sitting in a booth on the far right side of the diner. A waitress went to them to take their order as the boy played with his jet black hair. Olive could tell it wasn’t natural from where she sat. It was a terrible dye job. The mother smacked his hand, making him stop flipping his new colored locks. Her hair was dyed poorly too. Olive’s old brunette hair looked better.

The waitress placed Olive’s coffee in front of her as she stood up. Olive walked toward the booth, catching the attention of the boy. His eyes stuck to Olive like glue, not even blinking. Olive couldn’t tell if he was scared or curious. A mixture of both she decided. His mother asked him if he was okay as Olive reached their table.

“Hi.”

They were both silent for a moment. The mother returned Olive’s greeting with a small smile, but the boy just continued to stare at Olive. His mother snapped at him, breaking his trance.

“Hi. My name is Ty-”

His mother gave him a dirty look as he bit his tongue, almost letting out a secret.

“Blake. My name is Blake.”

Olive knew that was a lie. But if she was right about him, he had good reason to lie to her about his name. So, she decided to follow suit.

“Name’s Meg. Mind if I join you?”