[b]Olivia Henley[/b]

She lay on a dirty mattress in the partly empty room aimlessly staring at one of the plain walls. Even though she had a blank expression on her face, lips pursed shut and eyes that were slightly widened, Olivia's mind was quite active at the moment. Half of her arm hung limp off of the side of the mattress, fresh needle marks around the crease of her elbow--as well as a bandana tightly secured just above the area--gave away the fact that she had recently abused drugs, or was forced to do so anyway.

Olivia took notice when a police officer walked in the room followed closely by Scott. Her first reaction was to panic. Was the cop there to arrest her? Scott must have called him...that prick! Olivia made an attempt to get up. Although she eventually managed to get on her feet, she felt extremely sluggish. That's when she noticed that a baton had been pushed across the room over to her. As she bent down to pick it up, she nearly lost her balance, but she managed to get a hold of it and stand up against without incident. When she finally noticed Scott on top of the officer, both in a serious struggle, Olivia thought nothing of it. It took her a few moments of staring at the men fighting before it finally clicked. With whatever strength she had left in her, not that there was much to begin with, Olivia made her way to them. She proceeded to stand directly behind Scott, grabbing the night stick as if it were a baseball bat, and took a deep breath in. When she was ready, she swung the baton as hard as she could. 

Olivia picked up on the sickening [i]crack[/i] and heavy [i]thud[/i] right away. It's as if a freight train had hit her, and when everything else but the bloodied mess at her feet became a blur, she fought the urge to throw up. She leaned back against the wall and dropped to the floor a little too hard which might have hurt had she otherwise not been given drugs. Instead, she closed her eyes as the urge to sleep became too strong to try to fight it.

"I hope you're okay," she managed to say, slurring her words as she wasn't really expecting an answer from the officer. Her consciousness was going in and out at this point, but she also managed to point to Megan, the woman who hadn't moved a muscle since their arrival, and announce the fact that she was dead. 

[@The Spectre]