Chapter 5 The Adventure Continues
The Adventure Continues
Olive
Watching Charlee walk into her bedroom, bleeding from her head and lip, has me feeling overly stabby tonight.
I should’ve known those stupid girls were going to blame her.
I should’ve killed Clara while I had the chance.
I’ll fucking show them. I really need Charlee to hurry and start seeing what is in front of her.
I want her to come with us so we can kill these motherfuckers together.
She deserves these kills, especially Jeremy.
I can’t wait for her to end his life. His death will be the last. I’m specifically saving it until after she’s been told the whole truth.
I almost want to take her to Savannah, but I know she doesn’t want that.
I was instructed never to bring Charlee there.
It’s too hard for Savannah to deal with.
“So what’s the plan tonight?” Sadie whispers, and I shrug.
“Do we pay Donna a visit? They have to know it wasn’t her. They beat her badly tonight. If we go there and fuck with Donna, it will show that it wasn’t Charlee. She isn’t in any shape to do much of anything right now.” I say and Sadie nods.
“I have a thirst for blood. It’s bad enough Quinn isn’t here, but now this. She has only us to protect her.” Sadie adds, and I nod as a sinister smile spreads across my face. “I hate when you smile like that. It makes you look demonic, and it's scary as fuck,” she says, making me blush.
“Awe, thanks, babe. That’s exactly the look I was going for,” I say, lifting my dress, giving her a little curtsey.
“You are truly crazy, Olive. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Nope, because I only talk to you and Charlee.” I giggle, and she shakes her head. Tonight, Charlee didn’t leave her window open, so we need to improvise.
“Shit, what are we going to do?” Sadie asks, and I laugh, rolling my eyes.
“Jesus, we are always yelling at Charlee to embrace her powers, and here we are not using ours,” I say, and Sadie laughs as we both extend our hands.
A rush of heat flows through my body as an invisible line of smoke releases through my palm, latching onto the bottom of the windowpane.
We both lift our hands slightly as the glass rises and a gust of wind flows through the room.
I smile with a shiver as the smoke dissipates and we climb the bookshelf, hopping up onto the sill and out the window, down the spout.
“That was easy enough,” Sadie says, and I nod.
“I enjoy using my powers. It makes things a lot easier for us,” I giggle as I grab her hand and we skip along the sidewalk walking to the corner.
A car door shutting freezes us in our tracks.
Looking down the street, Sadie gasps as the Devil himself is walking up the path towards the front door.
I narrow my eyes, wanting to send daggers to the back of his head, but it seems Sadie is already on that.
We watch as he grabs his head in pain, wincing as he makes it to the door.
She doesn’t let up, even when he drops his keys, stumbling into the front door.
Giggling, I pull her hand to get her attention.
Her head snaps at me, and the Devil stands straight, sticking his key in the door and walking into his house like nothing happened.
“Why did you stop me? I was having so much fun watching him suffer?” She asks, and I just shake my head.
“Because you would’ve killed him if I didn’t. We pinky promised Charlee would be the one to do it,” I remind her, and she sighs.
“Fine,” she replies with defeat laced in her tone. Crossing the deserted street into Donna’s yard, I glance over at Savannah’s house and notice a light on at the tippy top.
“I wish we could go visit her,” I say, and Sadie nods.
“Me too. Hey Olive. What is going to happen when this is all over?” She asks, and my eyes widen.
“What do you mean?” I ask as I close my eyes and send my mind into the house to find which room is Donna’s.
“I mean, once Jeremy and the three pigs are dead. What happens to us?” She asks and I shrug.
“Stay with Charlee, I guess. I was given no instructions on what to do after my job is complete.” I say, but now she has me thinking.
“I sure do hope so. I like hanging out with you.” She laughs, bumping my shoulder with hers.
“We will. I promise. I enjoy having a sidekick.” I admit, bringing a smile to her face.
“Alright. Let’s go fuck this bitch up, Doll style,” she giggles, and I walk to the side of the house, closest to the street.
“That window right there. Damn, we’re in luck tonight. It’s open. Stupid little pig,” I say in excitement as Sadie runs forward and flies, smashing into the window with a thud. My eyes widen, and then I laugh, running to her as she lies in the grass, giggling.
“Jesus, Sadie. Did you not use your powers with Quinn?” I ask, but she can’t stop giggling. I put my hand out for her to grab, and she takes it, letting me pull her up.
“That was fun. I want to do it again.” She says, and I shake my head, laughing.
She uses her powers again, but this time she makes it onto the windowsill and into the house with ease.
Instead of depleting all my energy, I shake my hand out, watching my fingertips form into razor-sharp claws, and I dig them into the siding, crawling up the house and into the window.
Once inside, I blow on my fingers, and the claws disappear.
Looking around the room, I wrinkle my nose. This place is an actual fucking pigsty.
“She really is a pig,” Sadie snarls, and I nod.
“Sure is,” I reply. Suddenly, loud footsteps come barreling down the hallway, and I grab my friend and hide in a pile of clothes in the corner of the room.
The door swings open, and Donna enters with a plate of food, plopping down on her bed, turning the TV on.
Me and Sadie look at one another as Donna shoves different pieces of chocolate down her throat.
“Let’s fuck with her before we hurt the little piglet,” I whisper.
Sadie nods, narrowing her eyes at Donna, who begins to choke.
I giggle watching her gag so hard her face turns deep red and then a gorgeous shade of purple, while she flails around like a fish out of water.
I look at Sadie, whose eyes are almost slits, and I tap her shoulder to get her attention as coughing echoes through the room.
“You really don’t know when to stop, huh?
No self-control?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“Nope. I go from 0 to 100 real quick. It’s like I can’t find the brakes once I’m there,” she admits, and I nod.
“We will have to work on that,” I say as we watch Donna take a sip of water, which I flick my wrist, sending the invisible smoke to the bottom of the glass, forcing it to spill on her shirt.
“Fuck, shit. What the fuck is going on tonight?” Donna complains, and I hold back my laugh.
Looking over at Sadie, she narrows her eyes again, staring at the screen of the TV, and the channels change rapidly until a scene plays of a million spiders crawling over a girl that looks just like Donna, a web spreading all over her body.
Donna screams, smacking herself as if it’s really happening to her.
She flies out of bed and shuts the TV off, stripping off her clothes and climbing back into bed.
I tiptoe over and silently climb into the bed, grabbing her face, and as she goes to scream, I blow into her mouth, sending my energy into her, muting her screams. Tears pour down her face as I dribble my acidic saliva onto her lips.
Watching them melt away, as bits of her jawbone become visible, causes a smile to spread across my face.
Dripping flesh and the smell of it burning sends tingles up my spine.
“Hush now, little piggy. Olive is here to guide you through the night.
No need to scream, no need to fear. I will wipe away your tears with gasoline.” The scent of burning skin permeates the air as she falls limp from the pain.
“Ready to play, Sadie?” I ask and she nods.
This little piggy…