Hide and Seek

Olivia who?

There was a peaceful tweeting of birds outside the weathered window, and a small breeze blowing some torn blinds gently. A soft, pink glow shone through the window, making the room look like a child's bedroom painted for a princess wannabe.

Private Peters was collapsed in her swivel chair, her right arm draped over her eyes, head slightly tilted back and mouth gawking open. A loud snore erupted from her every now and then. Her hair was dangling, trying to run towards the strongest part of gravity. Small traces of drool lined her chin, giving her the personality of a toddler.

Olivia was already awake, glancing around the room from corner to corner, examining every little detail. She was "accidentally" reading some of the case files that had flown about just last night, chuckling at some of the reports.

November 14th, 2016

Mrs Anne Soloman, a newly divorced woman, suspects her husband was cheating on her. She wants me to find out so she can be sure she didn't divorce him for nothing. Seems too late for me, but whatever I guess.

This is a following interview:

Anne: I realise it's stupid, but I don't want to live thinking I divorced a man for nothing.

Me: Alright, that's okay. Can you start with how you suspect he was cheating?

Anne: Well, I walked in on him with another woman.

Me: Okay...

Anne: But when I confronted him, he said he was just helping his sister undo her bra, because it was too tight..

Me: Uh-huh...

Anne: But I think that was a lie.

Me: No shi- I mean, I do too, ma'am. Does he have a sister?

Anne: He's never mentioned one.

Me: So why the hell are you- You know what? Anne. I will be frank with you. No historical puns intended. Your ex-husband. A prick. Might as well morph into a cactus. You were right to divorce. However, I would suggest going to common sense school, does that exist? It should.

The rest of the paper was covered, but what was showing of the typed up recording was enough for Olivia to understand how the rest of the conversation went.

Olivia lazily picked herself up off the piled papers, and dragged her tired feet to the front of Peters desk. She stared at the mess of the person that lay in front of her. She saw a paper weight on the side of the desk, but also saw an opportunity.

With her small hand, Olivia picked up the round paperweight. She drew her arm back, aimed, charged her energy to her shoulder, picked Peters face to fall victim of the feeble attack, stuck her tongue out in concentration and-
*BANG*
Only that wasn't the bang of the paper weight prank, it was the bang of Peter's door slamming against the tall cupboard behind it.
Peters shot up, her heart beating out of her chest, legs nearly collapsing beneath her. Her eyes were trained on the intruder.
Olivia's arm jerked to the side, her face frozen in terror, her whole body twisted and attention turned to whoever was at the door.
The paperweight fell to the floor with a thud, forgotten by everyone.
It was a manly figure, dressed in day to day clothes, but the face was covered by many many....sunglasses?
No. Peters wasn't seeing straight. Her head was pounding from the abrupt awakening. The face was covered by welded plastic, and it looked as though it had been through hell.
It was a dark grey, with shiny silver plates in some parts.
Before either of them had a good moment to fully look at the strange thing in front of them, he barged forward, his shoulders arching up maniacally and back curling slightly.
His hands were dainty, fingers sprawled out like a birds claw grasping at air. His claw smacked Olivia's face, a dash of red slowly oozing from beneath her eye.
Screaming, Olivia desperately tried to run away, and Peters was already jumping over the desk attempting to tackle the monster in front of her.
Olivia fell to the floor, her body paralysed with fear, papers slowly flying.
Everything suddenly seemed to slow down.
Peters eyes grew wide and her brain wanted to shout something but no voice could be heard.
The crow looking man grabbed the girl hastily, picking her frail body up with ease. Olivia's arms waved about, scratching and tugging at the man's beige coat. Peters body flew forward, her arms reaching out for Olivia. She couldn't let Olivia go this easy, it would look really bad on her record.
The bird had already swooped the child away and shut the door behind him, but not before Peters heard Olivia's cry.
What she heard made Peters heart drop and stomach churn, nothing could have been more twisted than what might have been Olivia's last words.
"It wasn't an accident!" She screamed, her voice breaking.
"They were murdered!" Olivia's voice cut off quickly, as Peters tried chasing the both of them out into the hallway.
Nothing could be seen other than dusty walls and broken beer bottles.
They had disappeared.