Escape

Chapter Three

Olivia gasped as she felt something enter her head. Pain rippled through her brain, as her vision clouded at the edges, and her voice betrayed her. She fell to her knees, as something warm trickled down her neck. She brought her hand to the fluid, and what she saw was thick, dark blood, coating her fingers, and residing in her cuticles.
Olivia heard screams, as her parents struggled to rush toward her, though were incapable of such, as they were yet to be released from the firm grip of the guards.
Olivia felt herself rocking, forward and back, forward and back. Her senses shut down, as her whole bodice escaped her control and she struggled to fathom clarity of mind.
That's when she realised it: they had found out about her. They heard about what she was capable of and ended it.
That was it. Her destiny.
She was the monster. The bad guy. And in the end, the bad guy always loses.
Olivia rolled into her stomach, as her cheek slammed against the hard wood floor. When she made contact with the material, the wood decayed, shrivelling and reducing. She smiled to herself. That was the last death she would cause. A considerably minor one, you might say.
Olivia silently said her goodbyes to this world, and patiently waited in curiosity as to what the future might hold.