<strong>Olivia Bernette</strong><br/><br/>It was a strange feeling, not too noticeable but one so acutely focused on her body such as Olivia noticed that she felt tired, her limbs a bit heavy, her back ached ever so slightly. It was fine as long as she didn't pressure her limbs, but it seemed as if they were heavier when she put pressure on them as if to get up.<br/><br/>"That's my name," Olivia said angrily, "So I suppose you'll hold me because of what I saw, possibly kill me. But I'll have you know that I'm a U.S. citizen, am documented to be here, and if I disappear on this island there will be an investigation and that will only invite trouble from America."<br/><br/>It all seemed to contrived, she believed she was going to die here regardless of what she said. There might be interrogation first or she might be poisoned in the room. How and why didn't matter anymore, they were going to dispose of her, bury her, like all the others who came to this island. Her life was gone, but she could still break Enzo's neck.<br/><br/>Olivia jumped up from the chair and launched herself at Enzo. She had wanted to wrap her arm around Enzo's neck and twist his head until it snapped but her whole body felt like it was going to wither away. She felt frail, faint, and fragile as if she had just recovered from a long illness where she had been bed fast. Her reflexes were a joke and the most abject amateur could have caught her despite her knowledge of technique. Her arm bar failed miserably, in fact, if Enzo did not hold her up she would sink to the floor on her hands and knees.<br/><br/>"Poison, you poisoned me... but how.." she said.