OLIVIA'S POV;
There’s something amusing about pretending. I’ve done it for so long now, I barely remember the difference between acting and being real. Maybe there is no difference, not for me. I’m Olivia Clark, and to the world, I’m just the girl who sits in the back of class, disinterested, effortlessly smart but never trying too hard. A little quiet. A little distant. No one suspects me. No one questions why I know just the right thing to say, or why people seem to do what I want without realizing it.
Even Ava, my best friend since childhood, doesn't see it. She's a cheerleader, bright and bubbly, the kind of girl everyone loves. But even she’s a pawn in this game. They all are.
I’ve always been a step ahead, carefully pulling the strings, nudging people here and there. Some might call it manipulation; I call it survival.
You see, I have a plan—a plan that has been in motion for far longer than any of them realize. It started with an idea, a seed of hatred planted years ago when I discovered who my real father was. Mr. Carter. The man who teaches science in Room 302, the man who abandoned my mother and me like we were nothing. But he didn’t know what I was capable of. He didn’t know I had inherited more than just his cold intellect.
Creating the virus wasn’t difficult. The hard part was watching it spread through our classmates, one by one, turning them into mindless creatures. Zombies, they call them. I call them a means to an end.
But then there’s Asher. He’s different. Taller than the rest, quiet, observant. I knew he had a crush on me, but I didn’t expect him to stay loyal, even after he found out what I’d done. The virus, the manipulation, all of it. He didn’t care. He loved me anyway.
And that’s the thing about love—it makes people do stupid things. Like keep secrets that could save lives.
Like stand by while the world burns, just because they want to be close to the flame. Asher’s devotion to me has cost us half of our classmates, and he doesn’t even care.
Soon, though, none of it will matter. I didn’t create the virus for fun. I did it for revenge. Revenge on my father, who thought he could leave me behind.
But I’ll show him. When this town falls, when he’s surrounded by the mess he helped create, he’ll finally know what it feels like to lose everything.
But here’s the funny part: Asher still thinks he can save me. And maybe, in a way, he already has. After all, I’ve made it this far without being caught. Thanks to him, I’m untouchable.
For now.
But don’t mistake my story for one of redemption. I am not the hero. I never wanted to be. I’m just the girl who knew how to play the game better than anyone else.
I was once manipulated but in the end...
I always win.
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A short prologue for my story 🥀 🫶
wrote in Oct,24,2024(11:03 pm)
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A VIRUS FOR VENGEANCE
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if you were so genius that you even tried or even make a chemical that can be a virus(zombie)that can affect everyone,but the only reason you did that because you hate your biological father,and did it for a revenge? What if you manipulated peo...
