Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 49: Do You At Least Provide Beverages?

The double doors open, instantly the mild chatter diminishes and a heavy silence hangs blatantly in the air. One of the creatures ushers the year eight students into rows of seats, merging with the remainder of the survivors they've managed to round up. I scan my eyes over the crowd, trying pick out faces and royalty and I do- various figures trying their best to blend in. I make sure to not look at them pointedly, however as I look around I notice a few of my classmates missing... including Felix. Those inky monsters circle

"Come on princess, to the middle of the stage you go," Weasleton urges, voice particularly nasally in this instance.

I don't fight back, I simply take long strides to the middle of the room, stepping onto the stage with faux confidence. Trick the enemy and hopefully trick the mind. However tricking my racing heart is extremely difficult, especially as the thudding is audible in the back of my head. I inhale, exhale and roll my shoulders back, raising my chin to give the impression of defiance.

"So," I begin. "Any reason you're wasting my time here? I have places to be, traitor. Judging by the looks of my classmates some of them are injured... I'd appreciate it if they could at least get medical attention."

"We are waiting."

"For what? Adreanna dearest?" I chuckle. "She's not who you think she is."

"Adreanna shall rule, half blood. She is all sin. Not just a sel-"

"You bore me with your mindless blubber," I yawn and lazily look at the scrawny rat. "Do you at least provide beverages? Or food?"

"Why are you not taking this seriously?" he hisses, stepping up onto the stage. "I have your people surrounded, I can kill them in an instant. Adreanna wants you, not them."

"Not a  very good impression on her behalf," I hum. "Murdering her potential future citizens. Could I say you're not executing her commands as well as you claim? Or how you serve the Empire... by killing the Empire. Makes perfect sense, honestly incredible thought process. Bravo."

"Sacrifice is necessary to build a successful Empire," he mumbles more to himself, flushing a violent rouge as he scuttles away from me. I can tell he doesn't agree with all of this, a coward would be terrified to do something so risky. 

"Did she tell you this or are you just making it up?" I say gently. 

"I am sure of it," he says as he glares at me. "So don't you dare-"

"Louis Bender."

He blinks and furrows his thin brows, "Sorry?"

"Louis Bender, a year ten sloth student," I say quietly and look down at my feet as I feel emotions swell. "I found him lying on the floor, blood pooling by his side on the verge of death. Mr Weasleton, you know me very well. You've been with me since I was born, you know I don't allow many people close to me. However this kid was my first friend in a very long time. You see, he gave me perspective and wasn't afraid to tell me the truth. That I am the biggest bitch in Blasphemy High, that I treat people like shit and that I act better than everyone. Yes, he was a stoner, didn't attend class and spent a lot of his precious time spray painting. However what he created is beautiful."

"What's the meaning of all of this?"

"What I'm trying to say," I say slowly. "There is a difference between 'sacrifice' and 'murdering'. Your sacrifice is fake, you killed him out of cold blood. You see, Bender would have ran. He's no fighter and is out to protect himself. So your fiends killed him... yet you showed me that you command what these things do. So technically, you are a murderer. Killing innocents, for your Fake Queen."

"Don't you dare call her that!" He exclaims before pointing at a random student. "Take her and set her as a lesson."

Two creatures get up and grasp the small student, their tendrils circling her biceps and effortlessly lifting her up and moving her towards the stage. She lashes out, kicking and screaming as they throw her down next to me. Without thinking I step in front of her and snap my palms, pushing out the pressure causing the two of them to fly backwards. That seems to be the catalyst.

The entire room erupts into utter chaos. Typically the older students begin wielding their powers, flames engulf the monsters, icicles slice off their appendages as multiple others begin to evacuate, some helping the injured and guiding them towards the exit. Two students take flight, using their wings to their advantage by distracting the foolish fiends as they stupidly try and latch onto them, meanwhile other students pummel them, grasping at whatever stationary and equipment they have to beat them.

"OLIVIA!"

I whip around to see Brent helplessly being dragged by Weasleton out of the door, eyes wide and fear crawling into his features. I dart off, following the rat as Zac stops me, "I'll go."

"No," I hiss, eyes flashing. "Let me after him."

"You're needed here," he warns, yet before he even finishes I had ran out of the door following the rat out of the atrium. Without thinking I lash out my arm, taking out his ankles causing him to buckle and fall. He shoves Brent's chair over, my peer falls to the floor with a cry as he helplessly tries to push himself away from the situation. However as he tries to drag himself away, Weasleton takes the dagger in a high arc and pierces his ankle. Brent doesn't even flinch, just continues to drag himself away.

Fury takes a hold of me as I hastily close the distance. I pin him down, straddle him and place my hands on either side of his head, pressing my palms close to his temple. It's like an outer body experience, where I'm watching myself do something so morally wrong that I had to take a step away. I watch as I allow the pressure to flow to my palms and out, however this time I'm relentless. I carry on pouring more of that power into his head, filling his skull and pushing. His face turns red as he begins to scream, yet I don't hear it. It's rather muffled and distorted from here. 

The pressure builds, he lashes out and screams more yet my body has him locked. The next thing I know his skull bursts, blood and brain matter exploding and bathing the hallway scarlet. I take a breath and I'm snapped back into my person, watching firsthand the blood ooze from his neck, tongue lolled out. I begin to shake as I witness the horrible murder I had just committed.

"Olivia?" whispers Brent with wide eyes. "Olivia... what did you do?"