KAUHU

The curse of Oliver

Peering out into the opening, I watched the moon come to a rest.
They were lined up in chains and the strong aroma of petrol flooded my nostrils. I had the match in my hand, just waiting for the shining spark to get going. Yet I paused, for just a few more seconds to bask in my magnificence.

Hello. Let me introduce myself. I am Oliver. No. Wait. I better say mothers name -Natasha. I suppose you may be confused, so, I better go from the beginning...

When I was young , mother and father we re as happy as can be. So was I, until that day.
That day was where my life changed.

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I was playing on the swing in the garden when I heard a shout, no a scream in-fact. Then, there was another one, this time, much louder.
The next thing I remember was seeing the rusty, bloody, metal knife sticking out of my fathers chest. His mouth stayed open, his eyes wide, but the most horrifying thing. My mother's devilish smirk.
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Ever since that day, I swore that when I eventually died, I would make sure that everyone paid. Apart from the innocent fathers of families. They are the only ones who deserve to live their lives. I know what you're thinking, what about the children? Nope. They would go to the police, and they would track me down, and that will never happen. Ever. You see because they would never catch me, only the empty soul I embraced.

Back to my evil mother. When I was young, she made me wear an itchy wig until my hair was long enough, and these putrid dresses that made me want to gouge my own eyes out. She'd always wanted a girl, so when she had stabbed dad out of the picture(literally) no one could stop her from achieving her dreams. If someone was to ask of my name, I would have to say Natasha, not Oliver, my real name. She used to hurt me; punch, kick, slap,bite you name it, if I was to ever write the name Oliver anywhere.
"Oliver is the name your father gave you, but as he isn't here you shall only answer to Natasha!"
Natasha. I quickly got fed up with that idiotic  name.

8 years. 8 years I have been doing this. 8 years of me lying about who I am. My childhood wasted being a girl, when I could have been a boy. I could have been what I was born to be. When I'd leave the house you've thought that I would've changed my clothes and became me again wouldn't you? Not quite the case with that puney, hawk eyed uncultured swine that is the unfortunate shell of my mother. She would follow me. Made sure that I was always only ever with girls, never the boys. If o was ever to be seen with a boy, who knows what she would do to me.
One time, I was shoved down a well for 4 days, no food, no water. Whereas other times she would go more extreme, by tying me to a chair and then throw me into the pool until I said my name was Natasha. I often got out before I became victim to unconsciousness, but other times I would wake up screaming, gasping for air, cold and soaked.

Now I have died, I have been entering new worlds and making sure that the sinners pay. Whilst making sure that the innocent fathers survive. Speaking of which, here we go, another body ready for the taking. Ready?

1...2...3...

I'm in. Next task. Make the family notice that I am not who 8m meant to be then. Boom! All struck down. Flat out. Stone cold. Got to change the kill this time. Can't make a pattern. Common thing you know? People making patterns, getting arrested. Losing their minds. Rotting away behind their bars.
This time, I think I'll go with the bed rocks. Let's hope the same thing doesn't happen as last time. The bastards woke up, they had heard the rocks smashing together. Started screaming. One of the neighbours heard and called 999 and the cheeky sod got me arrested, but now, I got earplugs at the ready. This body is tough, knock someone out with one punch I think, might have to test that out.
Right. Back on track. Need to stay focussed.  The wife and eldest kid are tied up, no rocks clashed... thank god. Now the young'en.
First done... Second...
All done, let's bring em to the garden now. Good thing they have a swimming pool, ey?

Just like she used to tie me up and chuck me in..
In the garden now. Just need to pull the ropes. Wife in... kids in... Job done.

Let's go find another'en shall we?