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Olive the Warrior pt.1
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 Created on 7-26-07
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Once upon a time, in a land not quite like today's. A little child set out on a grand adventure. His name was Olive, because when he was born an Olive tree fell on his parents hut. Now olive was no stranger to adventure he'd sailed the rough seas in his ship (a plastic toy ship his father gave him, in the pond next to their house), he'd trecked through the dangerous jungles of Adlanag (the foot path through a national park he lived down the street from), and he'd battled the Acid Head monster of Nengelesh (the cat that likes to chase him on his way to the bus stop for school). But nothing could prepare him for the adventure he would face today. This is a story of love, pride, jealousy, bravery, and maybe even a touch of horror thrown in once or twice.
After Olive had shown his superiority to Acid Head, he could get through the Planes of Gholstan without much trouble, aside from the rare caravan that would come along and give him some problems (loners aren't taken too nicely around those parts). But today something was different on his way home from school this time. He couldn't quite place what it was, a strange sort of calm he'd never noticed on these planes before. As he neared his parents hut he could feel energy in the air getting thicker, he remembered noticing something similar on the day before a major Hurricane on the seas, he wasn't sure what he would find when he opened the door.
As he reacher the door he touched it, it was freezing, which he took to be not a good sign. "Cold means death," he thought to himself. He turned the knob and the door slowly swung open, everything looked to be in order. He stepped in, making sure to close the door behind him. He walked slowly, making as little noise as possible, and made his way into the kitchen from the living room. A drawer was open that he had never seen open before, usually it was locked, he walked over to it and looked inside.
There was only one thing inside, a black case. He pulled it out and set it on the floor and opened it up. Panic raced through him when he saw the contents, three large rolls of money (100's), two hand guns, and a place where a large knife was supposed to be. He stood up, fear pounding in his blood, he should know what to do, but he was coming up blank, they've never attacked his family before, what could make them do this? He ran up the stairs as fast as could to his parents' room, he reached the door and opened it.
The first thing he saw made his scream and recoil in terror, only, the sound wouldn't escape his lung, and he felt he was going to suffocate. He knew he had to get over it and be strong, it was the only thing he could do to help himself now. He walked into the room, over to his mother and father's bed, laying there was his father, a look of unequalled pain and agony frozen on his face. His penis had been cut off, and his bowels removed, blood was covering everything, and it was still wet.
He knew he had to search for clues. He reached over, and took a deep breathe and held it, turned his head, and rolled his father over onto his side. He was still warm, but had cooled down a lot, and was almost cold, his body was also sort of a relaxed rigitity. The way the skin slid over the muscles so freely do to no muscle tension made Olive want to puke his guts out. Under his father he found what he was looking for, their calling card. A piece of original flavored bubblegum, he never understood why they always left that, perhaps to be original he thought. He grabbed the gum and jumped back immediately, letting his father fall back onto his back in a sickening manner that made his want to puke again.
He saw a trail of bloody footprints heading away from the bed and into the bathroom, he followed them. When he got to the doorway he heard a strange sound, like someone crying, he stepped in. The sound was coming from the bathtub, the curtain was pulled so he couldn't see into it. He knew who it was, there was only one person it could be, but what would he see when he opened the curtain? Yes, he could tell she was alive, but in what condition was she in?
He slowly stepped toward the tub. When he reached it he pulled back the curtain fast, again he screamed with no sound only choking. There was his mother, or, what was left of her. Her arms and legs had been cut off, and the wounds burned so she wouldn' bleed to death, too fast. They had drove hooks into the wall, and stuck the hooks in her back, and left her there, hanging, alive... for him to find. She opened her eyes, and saw him, her tears only became thicker. She tried to talk, but the pain she was in had cause all of her voluntary actions to pretty much die, by this point she was in almost no pain, while seeming to sound like a good thing, it's not, the only reason she's not feeling much pain is because the pain had been so intense that it killed that entire area of her brain.
Tears streaming down his face, anger, hatred, and sadness filling his body, and fast. He wiped away some of her tears, "Shhhh, it's going to be ok mommy, just close yours eyes." He picked up the knife that They had left laying next to her, with the obvious intention of symbolizing "you know what must be done." His mother seeing him staring at the knife knew, and was able to struggle out a very broken, "I'm sorry." The tears thickened as placed the knife to her throat, he didn't want her to suffer any longer, "Shhh, mommy, everything is going to be better," he said softly as he pressed the knife hard on her throat and slid it towards him fast, digging the knife in one and a half inches. She fell limp, Olive fell to the ground, everything began fading in and out as he layed there, slowly slipping away, he had been through a lot, but this was too much for a 6 year old.
When he awoke he stood up, his nightmares only helped him to harden against what happened. A new resolve swelling inside him, he'd bested all he'd ever faced, and this would be no different. He walked over to the knife and picked it up. His mother's corpse still hanging from the hooks, he took her off of them and layed her on the ground, and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't worry mommy, They won't get away with this, I'm going to make sure of that." With that he stood up and walked out, determination surging through his veins
stay tuned for Olive The Warrior: Pt. 2
After Olive had shown his superiority to Acid Head, he could get through the Planes of Gholstan without much trouble, aside from the rare caravan that would come along and give him some problems (loners aren't taken too nicely around those parts). But today something was different on his way home from school this time. He couldn't quite place what it was, a strange sort of calm he'd never noticed on these planes before. As he neared his parents hut he could feel energy in the air getting thicker, he remembered noticing something similar on the day before a major Hurricane on the seas, he wasn't sure what he would find when he opened the door.
As he reacher the door he touched it, it was freezing, which he took to be not a good sign. "Cold means death," he thought to himself. He turned the knob and the door slowly swung open, everything looked to be in order. He stepped in, making sure to close the door behind him. He walked slowly, making as little noise as possible, and made his way into the kitchen from the living room. A drawer was open that he had never seen open before, usually it was locked, he walked over to it and looked inside.
There was only one thing inside, a black case. He pulled it out and set it on the floor and opened it up. Panic raced through him when he saw the contents, three large rolls of money (100's), two hand guns, and a place where a large knife was supposed to be. He stood up, fear pounding in his blood, he should know what to do, but he was coming up blank, they've never attacked his family before, what could make them do this? He ran up the stairs as fast as could to his parents' room, he reached the door and opened it.
The first thing he saw made his scream and recoil in terror, only, the sound wouldn't escape his lung, and he felt he was going to suffocate. He knew he had to get over it and be strong, it was the only thing he could do to help himself now. He walked into the room, over to his mother and father's bed, laying there was his father, a look of unequalled pain and agony frozen on his face. His penis had been cut off, and his bowels removed, blood was covering everything, and it was still wet.
He knew he had to search for clues. He reached over, and took a deep breathe and held it, turned his head, and rolled his father over onto his side. He was still warm, but had cooled down a lot, and was almost cold, his body was also sort of a relaxed rigitity. The way the skin slid over the muscles so freely do to no muscle tension made Olive want to puke his guts out. Under his father he found what he was looking for, their calling card. A piece of original flavored bubblegum, he never understood why they always left that, perhaps to be original he thought. He grabbed the gum and jumped back immediately, letting his father fall back onto his back in a sickening manner that made his want to puke again.
He saw a trail of bloody footprints heading away from the bed and into the bathroom, he followed them. When he got to the doorway he heard a strange sound, like someone crying, he stepped in. The sound was coming from the bathtub, the curtain was pulled so he couldn't see into it. He knew who it was, there was only one person it could be, but what would he see when he opened the curtain? Yes, he could tell she was alive, but in what condition was she in?
He slowly stepped toward the tub. When he reached it he pulled back the curtain fast, again he screamed with no sound only choking. There was his mother, or, what was left of her. Her arms and legs had been cut off, and the wounds burned so she wouldn' bleed to death, too fast. They had drove hooks into the wall, and stuck the hooks in her back, and left her there, hanging, alive... for him to find. She opened her eyes, and saw him, her tears only became thicker. She tried to talk, but the pain she was in had cause all of her voluntary actions to pretty much die, by this point she was in almost no pain, while seeming to sound like a good thing, it's not, the only reason she's not feeling much pain is because the pain had been so intense that it killed that entire area of her brain.
Tears streaming down his face, anger, hatred, and sadness filling his body, and fast. He wiped away some of her tears, "Shhhh, it's going to be ok mommy, just close yours eyes." He picked up the knife that They had left laying next to her, with the obvious intention of symbolizing "you know what must be done." His mother seeing him staring at the knife knew, and was able to struggle out a very broken, "I'm sorry." The tears thickened as placed the knife to her throat, he didn't want her to suffer any longer, "Shhh, mommy, everything is going to be better," he said softly as he pressed the knife hard on her throat and slid it towards him fast, digging the knife in one and a half inches. She fell limp, Olive fell to the ground, everything began fading in and out as he layed there, slowly slipping away, he had been through a lot, but this was too much for a 6 year old.
When he awoke he stood up, his nightmares only helped him to harden against what happened. A new resolve swelling inside him, he'd bested all he'd ever faced, and this would be no different. He walked over to the knife and picked it up. His mother's corpse still hanging from the hooks, he took her off of them and layed her on the ground, and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't worry mommy, They won't get away with this, I'm going to make sure of that." With that he stood up and walked out, determination surging through his veins
stay tuned for Olive The Warrior: Pt. 2
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this was.....amazing |
