Violent Delights | Oliver Queen [1]

[Sixteen]

Dear Ollie,
                    I am her and she is me. Together, we are one.
To the outside, we are two separate beings, with no connection between the two of us. But only if it were that. There are nights when I regret who I have become, when I regret what I have become. But I must protect the ones I love. I must protect the city I love. And to do this I must become someone else, I must become something else.

I'm sorry.

- Mia xx

--

"I hate you." Amelia snarled at her twin sister.

Christmas was creeping up and Felicity was determined for her to spend it with the Queen family. Despite Amelia's constant objections, Felicity believed that it was the best option.

"You love me."

"We don't even celebrate Christmas."

"Oliver does."

"I don't give a damn what Oliver does anymore." Amelia snarled.

"Mia, you've got to get into the festive spirit. Forgive and forget." Felicity smiled. "Whatever Oliver has done, it can't of been that bad."

"Shut up Lic. Now hurry up and ring Walter and tell him what we found."

Felicity had told her sister the project that she was currently working on, but only because she had permission to do so. Felicity rolled her eyes and dialled his number, putting it on speaking.

"Sup Walter." Amelia shouted down the phone.

"Mia, I am in the middle of a dinner party which you were supposed to attend." Walter told her.

Felicity gave Amelia a sideways glance, but Amelia merely rolled her eyes in response. "Is Oliver there?"

"Of course."

"Need I say no more."

"Why did you call me?"

"Did you know that seven of the names on the list are guys that the vigilante has had on his crosshairs? That is if bows had crosshairs, which they don't." Felicity babbled.

Amelia clenched her teeth. Yet another lie that she had been told. Oliver's quest was a person one.

"Well it is a long list Felicity, so I do expect there to be some overlap." Walter sighed.

"Like Doug Miller." Amelia chimed in.

"What of him?"

"Well, Mr Miller may end up getting an arrow in his stocking for Christmas, because he's on the list." Felicity said, her face serious.

A moment later a smile crept onto her face and she high fives her twin sister. When the phone call was over, Amelia wrapped her arm around Felicity.

"We, my dear sister are going home to watch Elf and eat several candy canes."

--

Amelia munched on a candy cane, her head resting on Felicity's shoulder.

"Buddy the elf, what's your favourite colour?" Amelia and Felicity said in sync.

They laughed lightly and Amelia's phone buzzed. Unlocking it, she read the message, shielding her phone from Felicity. She had tapped into the police radio, so she received their messages and calls. They believed that the vigilante had killed Adam Hunt, but Amelia knew for a fact that it wasn't true. Walter had confirmed that Oliver was at the dinner party, therefore it was impossible.