Always There • Enolive [discontinued]

2. Enoch

Enoch climbed up the stairs with Olive following behind. He wanted to get to his room already, but Miss Peregrine had asked him a favor.

"So, what's your peculiarity?" He heard Olive ask.

"You don't really want to know." Enoch was tired, and the last thing he wanted to do was a show and tell on rising the dead.

"Actually, it would be lovely if you'd tell me," Olive said, as they neared Olive's new room.

Enoch stopped, and so did Olive. He found her quite annoying for being too cheery and nosy. He wished she would just leave him alone, but somehow he knew that she wouldn't stop bothering until he showed her.

"Fine," he spat rather angrily, and he saw the girl take a small step back. "Come with me," he said, softer this time. He might've been in a bad mood but he also didn't want to make her cry or anything.

He lead her to his room, which was filled with different animal hearts in bloody jars sitting on shelves. Different doll parts, clay for his homunculi and surgical instruments were scattered in many places. He saw Olive  looking around his room with a horrified expression.

"I told you, you don't want to know," he said, expecting her to walk away.

She tried to wipe off the shock off her face. "N-no, I do," she said with a smile, though it was obvious that she was freaked out. 

Enoch sighed. "If you say so."

Enoch walked to his working table in which a contraption made up if different doll parts sat. A jar of heart lay beside it, and Enoch opened the lid and took it out.

"Is that...?" Olive opened her mouth in shock.

"A rat heart," Enoch finished.

"Oh." She looked even more frightened.

"You know, you don't have to pretend you're liking this. You look as if I just killed your grandma," Enoch said.

"I do want to see your peculiarity. I'm quite curious," She said. Enoch didn't understand why she seemed so keen on seeing his peculiarity of she was obviously scared.

"Well, okay then." He turned to the table and started to work on the doll. "Can you pass me that knife?"

Olive looked alarmed, but she picked up the knife on the table and gave it to Enoch. He got it from her hands and started to cut the chest of the doll. Once it was open, he inserted the rat heart into it. After a few seconds, it sprang to life and opened its eyes.

He heard a gasp escape from Olive's lips -- but she didn't look much fearful anymore. She seemed... fascinated. The doll started to walk around the table, and Olive looked even more impressed. She was smiling now, and Enoch felt a sense of pride. Usually, when people saw his peculiarity, they would find it scary and disgusting. But the girl standing with him now didn't seem to think so.

"That's amazing!" She exclaimed with a grin from ear to ear, as she watched the doll walk around.

Enoch felt his cheeks heat up, then grunted. He wasn't one to blush. And certainly not because of a girl.

"That's not even the best part," he stated.

Olive looked both curious and excited. "It's not?"

Enoch turned back to the table and started to work on a second doll. It came to life, so now two mismatched dolls were walking around the table. He took the first doll and whispered a command in its ear. 

Then the two dolls faced each other in a fighting stance. They started to fight each other, ripping and destroying with the goal of getting the heart of the other. Enoch always made his dolls and homunculi fight each other after he brought them to life. It reminded him of his old home, where he raised the dead in his parent's funeral parlor.

He glanced at Olive again. She was looking intensely at the battle, guessing which one would win. The second doll dodged an attack, and it stabbed the other with the knife on the table. The first doll fell, and the second one grabbed its heart out. After a few seconds, it laid down on the table and went into an everlasting sleep.

Olive had her mouth open, and Enoch was sure she'd find it brutal and avoid him forever. For some reason, the thought kind of hurt. The only other person who actually found his peculiarity cool was Victor, but he was usually taking care of his little sister. He thought that Olive could be his friend, and as much as he hated to admit, the thought made him happy.

"That was... fascinating!" Olive exclaimed, and Enoch was taken aback. He thought that she'd say something along the words of 'violent', but instead it was the complete opposite.

"You don't find it violent?" Enoch asked.

"I suppose it quite is but..." she pried her eyes away from the dolls and looked at him. "It's a wonderful peculiarity."

Out of all the adjectives Enoch has been called, he couldn't remember 'wonderful' being part of them. He wasn't used to being complimented, so he stayed quiet and cleaned up the dolls on his table.

"Well," he started,  "I better show you to your room."

A/N hiii ya'll. so i hope you liked this second chapter. thanks to all who voted and commented, you guys are awesome! and also thanks to everyone who is actually reading this lol. So yeah see you in the next chapter! Peace out