We, Against, Us

The girl on fire

A/N Since it's my first time to write and publish so it might have been kind of weird... But nevermind and please keep reading.

(Olive is 16 and Enoch is 17)

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In 1963 New York, an adorable baby girl was born with red hair, but her hands were incredibly warm ever since she was given life. Year after year, it was discovered that the heat of her hands was unusually higher than everyone else. Her parents started to be suspicious about this uncommon phenomenon.

Everyday was peaceful and lovely until darkness had swallowed everything beautiful when the girl was at the age of seventeen.

"Olive, Olive! "

The girl's gentle mother slightly knocked on her daughter's bedroom door just to get her for dinner. That was not normal that her dearest daughter had stayed in her bedroom for such a long time. The mother felt nothing but the unexpected heat come from the room which gave her a sinking feeling. Then she decided to go in and check on her but the sight of her daughter's room just took her breath away.

"My God... Olive this is..... "

All the mother could see is her frightened daughter standing in her room surrounded by the sprawling fire. The mother's eyes were wide opened as she covered her mouth with her hands in panic.

Olive could only stand in the middle of the spreading fire hopelessly and do nothing but stared at her mother, terrified. She wanted to hold out her hand despite the frame dancing on her fingers that didn't burn her.She frozed, her hand was stopped in the air. Few seconds later, she withdrew her hand slowly in despair.

None of them could get out of the awkward situation and the father came in all of the sudden. The father was rather shocked and he just pulled his wife away from their daughter at instant. He looked no more like a gentle father. He stared at the girl with fire on her hands strangely as if he was seeing a monster.

Olive couldn't help but confused, as well as scared. However, most importantly, her frightened parents gave her the hardest, heaviest attack on her heart. It was like the strings of a violin begin to break one by one until it's completely broken. Finally, tears started to fill in her big and beautiful eyes uncontrollably. Her usual smile had gone nowhere.

Everytime when she took a step closer to her parents, seeking help, she could only saw that they stepped back a bit, like she was not their lovely daughter anymore.

"Mum...Dad... Help me..."

She begged in a shaky voice while she was sobbing lightly. Her beloved parents stood in front her were now blurred and and unclear because of the accumulating tears in her eyes.

The family used to have picnics in their little garden joyfully, enjoying the food and the comfortable wind they embraced. She could still remember how warm it is when her mother gave her the overprotective care and her father signing nearby. Everything was just perfect until now.

Those beautiful memories were now knifes to her heart. She bowed her head to look at her firey hands. Her tears dropped to her hands and dissolved when they hit the fire ,but how funny that her sadness had never gone like the burnt teardrops.

Silence filled between three of them until an unfamiliar voice was spoken from nowhere.

"This child is coming to us, apologies. Enough speaking to your little daughter, I assume."

An aristocratic, mysterious woman slowly walked out from the sea of the fire. No one knows how did she do that. The parents turned their gaze to the woman in a classic, dark dress. Her hair was kind of elegant French twist updo. It was dark blue with some myterious blue highlights. She was smoking through the smoking pipe in her hand.

She was smiling politly to the parents but there are only coldness behind her metallic eyes.

"Thank you for taking care of YOUR DAUGHTER, I would like to say that she is going with me. "

"And I suggest that none if you would have any objections."

The woman paused, then added the second line coldly, making regrets and shame from the parents. Olive was hoping denials but the parents said nothing.

The elegant woman was no longer smiling when she was glaring at the couple. Slowly, she walked near the crying Olive and patted her on shoulder slightly, reassuring her as if she was her mother. Her smoking pipe was in between her scarlet lips and she led Olive out of the house set on fire.

"Just same kind of parents every time."

The noble woman whispered heartlessly in contrast of the fire in the room while passing by the parents. The father frowned and the mother was scared to tears as they saw their daughter leaving.

"You can't-"

"Well you should definitely put out the fire before you entirely loss your lovely house, Mrs Elephanta."

The woman snapped at her in a sarcastic tone and she just walked Olive out of this place. The wife couldn't help but fell onto her knees.

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It was raining heavily outside. Olive didn't know whether it was tears or raindrops on her face. The unknown woman took out the umbrella to prevent themselves from getting wet.

"I'm Miss Peregrine, the headmistress of the home for paculiar children."

Miss P introduced herself, while she was wiping away the tears on Olive's face with a handkerchief gently. She handed Olive a pair of plastic gloves afterwards.

"Put it on child. It'd be troublesome if you set our home on fire."

Miss P chuckled a bit and kept her hand on Olive's shoulder. Olive put them on quitely and followed Miss P, still depressed.

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A/N Sorry guys!! Enoch still didn't show up but I'll probably write it in the next chapter.