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[b]2013 - Oxford, Earth[/b]

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When you work two jobs to save up money to get into Oxford, than succeed in getting grants and scholarships you take full pride in your studies and your ability to learn. Coming from a small poor suburb of London with an alcoholic mother and a drug abusing father; young Olivia Watson had made her way up and out of the slums to something of a better life. Between working a job and going full time to the University, the young blonde had really come far in life.

Buzz Buzz Buzz. A long sleepy yawn left the blonde as her hazel eyes opened staring at her clock. Seven in the morning and she was required to be at the school at nine for classes. Today was just going to be another boring day. Raising up from her bed, she stretched her arms over her head, rising the tank top from around her stomach up high before letting her arms fall down to her side in a lazy fashion. Rising to her feet, the young girl stood at her full height of five foot five inches. For a twenty four year old woman, she was quite short but she didn’t care. She called herself fun sized when people would bring it up and it was always a good ice breaker for chatting with people. This blonde was not afraid to talk to people, in fact her parents worried that it would get into a lot of trouble, but so far so good, she was safe.

Pulling out her clothes she had chosen to wear for the day she set up her ironing board. Never really been much of a fan for ironing, since her drier broke she needed to get rid of the wrinkles in her shirt. Throwing up her hair into a pony tail, she took the iron up and looked at it. It was plugged in, functioning and warm but her one weakness hit her; she found a button she had never pressed before. After observing it she turned the flat part of the iron towards her face as she pressed the button. Spray! Water shot out onto her face in an explosion of mist. A small cough left her as she looked at the iron with anger before brushing the mist off of her face and pushed the placed the iron down onto the shirt and began to flatten out the wrinkles. Olivia had an issue, aside from being extremely social and a small training in martial arts; she had an obsession with touching things. A do not touch verbal warning or sign was something she couldn’t obey. Not being she was someone who wants to be disobedient or problem causing but because she had a firm belief that people learn better by feeling things; and that has landed her into trouble in the past and if only she knew what type of trouble it would get her into in the near future.

Dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, black snickers and a black comfortable shirt, the blonde curled her hair lightly and started towards the door, grabbing her purse and her backpack; she locked the door behind her and left for the campus.

The Oxford campus was a vast building with many different rooms as it was converted from an old church into a college campus. The beautiful of the building had been touched by many hands including Olivia’s. Studying there had been a large treat for the young blonde, the history of the building alone was wonderment and finishing up her last year of being a Great Britain Historian major just made her depressed to see the building go. Walking up the stairs and entering the building the clock rang eight in the morning and the blonde hurried to her favorite place to spend before going to classes, the archeology department. While it wasn’t her major, she did appreciate all the things they would pull out of excursions and enjoyed looking at them. Though she got consistently lectured for touching the artifacts, she couldn’t stop herself. Things just… well they just needed to be touched.

Pushing against the handle of the large oak door that hid the dug up artifacts, the young girl entered with pep in her step. A dig up in Ireland had brought out some new items out that were brought to the college for analyzing, and Olivia had every intention on seeing the new things. The item check list went through her head as she looked at the new section. Her brain marking a date on each item until she came to a large oval shaped structure. It looked as though it was made of complete stone but in a perfect shape with no rough edges. Confusion moved across her face as she stepped over the velvet rope and closed the gap between her and it. Hazel eyes squinting at the object in front of her she leaned in, giving it a smell. Well, it smelled like rock and it wasn’t making any sounds. While she had no intention on licking it she did, in fact, place her hand against it and leaned forward, listening. There was no sound on the inside of it and she gave it a small knock. Nothing but a small pain on her knuckles from knocking against the stone structure; nothing was simple but she still didn’t know where it came from.

A shrug lifted her small shoulders as she pulled herself back from the stone and her hand fell to her side. Stepping over the velvet rope and back to the observing distance she gave another shrug and turned, walking out the large door and shutting it behind her, completely oblivious to the large flash of light that had happened within the closing crack of the door. Before advancing too far away, Olivia stopped looking down and feeling in her pockets, her pen was gone. Sighing in defeat she turned around, needing the pen before going to class. She must have dropped it when she was in the artifacts room.

The pep in her step was still there when she arrived once again at her favorite door. Her full soft pink lips were spread into a smile showing her bright white teeth as she pulled open the heavy door once again to see a [url=http://horrorpediadotcom.files.wordpress.com/2013/06/silurian_hunter.jpg]large lizard like creature[/url] standing in the door way. Its reptilian eyes blinking down at her as it towered a good foot taller than her. The smile from her lips never faded as she slowly shut the door. Once the door was closed the smile changed into a look of complete terror as she took off running. So much for her pen.

Rounding a corner in large panic, ideas flew through her head about what she could do. Call security? Run to the Dean? Grab a microphone for the speaker system and announce everything should leave? Would people believe her or would they think she’s crazy? Is she crazy? Was her mind playing tricks on her because of the artifact she touched? Was there really a lizard like creature standing in the middle of the artifacts room? There were other noises as well. Was there more than one? How many were there?! What did they want? Why were they here? SMACK, as if she really needed this as she tumbled to the floor. Her attention turned upward to see a man standing there, someone she had never seen before. In disbelief, the only thing she could say in her panic filled voice was, “Who are you?!”