Beyond Her (Shaylivia)

The Beginning of a Monster

眭睦 was only eight when she had her first Outburst.

Something inside her that had been growing since she was an infant. Like a flame being fed by sticks. Like a sapling. Yes, she was a sapling.

But not like any other sapling. She wasn't destined to grow into a tree like everyone else. This sapling was special. This sapling could do things beyond any other sapling's comprehension.

This sapling was dangerous.

This sapling was a one of a kind.

The Outburst happened on the playground of Fredrick Douglass Elementary School on a snowy Monday afternoon.

Young Olivia was alone, as usual. Drawing in the snow with a twig she'd found. She enjoyed drawing. But not as much as she enjoyed dancing. She'd draw stick figures of ballet dancers with tutus doing twirls and pirouettes and even some dance moves Olivia made up on her own.

She was in her own world. In her own mind. She'd hum to the Nutcracker. She still wasn't sure what that was, but she liked the music her dance instructor would use for her class to perform with.

It wasn't long until her world was snapped out of existence by the sound of her twig snapping into two. A kid in her grade held the two smaller twigs before her as her knees had sunken into the snow.

The kid looked disgusted at her artwork, and began stomping on her ballerinas who were only trying to bring a show for her.

She'd cry. "STOP IT!"

But she was too late. Once the kid was satisfied, all that was left was jumbled shoe-prints pointed in all directions. Her ballerinas were gone.

"But I just met them..." Olivia complained with a soft, monotone voice. "They were my friends. Why did you do that to my friends!"

"Stupid 'Livia." The kid chuckled to himself.

"You can't be friends with a drawing!"

The kid's real, physical, human friends gathered around poor 'Livia. They all looked down at her baby almond eyes. She was adorable, yes...but incredibly weird.

"Is 'Livia being weird again?"

"Yeah. She thinks a drawing can be her friend!"

"HA! You can't make friends in real life so you have to resort to drawing ones that don't even exist!"

The eight year old kids around her laughed teasingly. They pointed at her defeated stance.

She was used to this. This was her everyday. They didn't know better, mama would say. Ignore them, mama would say. Be yourself, mama would say.

Look on the bright side, mama would say.

Olivia turned around on her knees and looked back at her favorite doll, Clementine. Her button eyes and woven skin with rips and patches made her look like trash. But she was Olivia's trash, so eight-year-old Olivia would say.

Through all the laughing, she began to crawl towards the doll. Clementine looked back at her with her dirty black braids tangled in some dead grass that had somehow surpassed the heavy snowfall.

She was barely an arm's length away from holding Clementine once more, until she was too late.

A hand grabbed Clementine's head, and ripped her head straight off. Fuzz flew everywhere. The kids gasped. Everyone knew how 'Livia felt about Clementine. But this boy wearing a red beanie and a denim jacket managed to rip her baby's head off like tearing a piece of paper in half. It was that easy.

"Isn't that Olivia's doll...?"

"Yup! Haha!"

Nobody was laughing now.

The boy looked embarrassed. He wondered. Why was nobody laughing at the school's laughingstock with him? Wasn't that the whole point of all this?

'Livia, the weirdo. 'Livia, the Chinese freak show. 'Livia, the different.

"Give her back." 'Livia muttered under her breath. The cotton of her hoodie hid her baby almond eyes.

The kid wasn't gonna give up that easily.

"Make me."

Before he knew it, 'Livia, the school weirdo had her hand grabbing the kid's chin, and lifting him off of his feet.

He wailed. "AGHH!"

He didn't wail at the pain of his jaw cracking, but the long, fearsome claws that rubbed against his cheeks, the red glow coming from the darkness underneath the cotton of her hood, the veins underneath all the baby fat glowing red...her skin began to turn more and more pale as her first Outburst began.

She'd slowly lifted her head so the kid could see that her baby almond eyes had disappeared.

What was left had made itself into the kid's mind, slowly eating away at his conscience as he screamed and cried for help. The other kids didn't know what was happening. It felt like a dream, to them. Just another part of their endless imagination. Even if it's terrifying.

"Give her back." Olivia repeated in her

"STOP IT! STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!"

A loud and fearsome growl made its way out of Olivia's mouth. She couldn't control her anger. She was only eight. An eight-year-old girl who's life has been full of disappointment.

So, she opened her mouth to reveal all twenty sharp ends of her teeth. Olivia was hungry.

She needed Clementine in her life, and this kid was trying to take the only thing that matters to her anymore.

That made her very hungry.

CHOMP!

She took one bite out of his shoulder. Screams. All she heard was screams. She spit out the flesh and felt the blood cots slide down her throat.

Again, she demanded Clementine back.

Nothing but ear-piercing screams and cries from the kid.

So, she used her claws along with her teeth.

And then, there was nothing left.

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"一千英里的旅程始于人脚."

"A journey of a thousand miles begins at one's feet."

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[Hello, friends! This prologue is kind of like a test to see what y'all think and if you want to get a present first chapter or not. The story will kind of be like the show 'Supernatural.'

Anyways, comment any thoughts or suggestions or message me personally!]