Arrow and Dark Mist

Martry

(Takes place three days after her conversation with Dexter, a bit rushed but yeah enjoy)

Clara's POV
Lately I've been trying to find things around he house. But ever since Dexter has been at home with me. And telling me strange things left and right. Pretty odd, but my birthday is in a few days so I'm excited for that.
My Family's company is throwing me a Birthday Bash. Which I will be excited for. Right now Dexter told me to get on a pair of Women's sweats Tank-top and I have to wear my hair up. Totally weird, I feel like he is going to make me run.
I looked in my mirror, seeing my dimples and my eyes stand out. I had my Chocolate brown hair pulled back. I can see my Dad's eyes in mine. They are settling in nicely. I love it .
I stood there gawking at myself laugh out loud. I'm a Charmer.
I shook my head walking out of my room, Meeting dexter in one of my Father's Meditation rooms. Dexter stood at the doorway drinking tea. He wore a tank top a plain white one, and some sweats. He is barefoot and he has some muscles. I know it's wrong, he is my Guardian but Jesus he can work out. Dexter looked at me. He put his tea down, and popped his neck.
"Good morning, I'm going to teach you some very Basic moves.. I learned Brazilian martial Arts.. your dad had this on your list. The minute you turned 16.. You have to learn this".
Dexter spoke.
He walked on a Platform, where a soft spot was then there was the rock hard cement. Ouch. Brazilian martial arts? Wow. Looks like I'll be a badass. "This is going to be easy". I say. I tied my ponytail together and walked on the Platform, Red linings all around us quiet flute music was playing softly.
Dexter stood still. He looked at me. "I'm going to take it easy on you.. So please Clara. Show me what you got". Dexter says.
He lifts his hand gesturing me to come forward. I took a deep breath holding my arms up. "I never Fought before Dexter". I say. He nodded.
"I know that, Come at me". Dexter replies. I looked around seeing how quickly this turned into a Battling situation.
One of those fighting cages most likely. I calmed my self down, I felt fear. I'm scared I'm scared to fight dexter.
"I-I can't". I softly said. Dexter sighed popping his arms. "Then I will—". Dexter says. Before I even knew it. He came running towards me, I moved quickly as he swung his leg at me. I rolled on the ground before jumping up. Dexter gritted his teeth.
Before once again Running at me. I held my stance I threw a punch, he caught it with his hand. His free one busting me in the Stomach. I cried out in pain. Feeling my ribs being beaten.
Dexter grabbed my arms, Throwing me over his shoulder I hit the cement ground. I got knocked out of wind I lied there trying not to cry and trying to breath.
Dexter looked at me, he bent down. "Get. Up".
He spoke broadly. I did as he said and jumped right up. I went to the other side, I took a breather and stood there. I let out a gasp.
"O-Okay let's go again". I say. He pops his neck and looks at me. I lung myself towards dexter jumping at him. He shifted his weight, swiftly moving his arms. Throwing a swing at my face and hitting my back. I got pushed out of the way hitting the cement.
I looked in the mirror Dexter came at me. I ducked he kicked missing me in the process. I threw a punch only hitting his chest. He stumbled before quickly running at me again. I waited, his moves where basic they where adhesive. I made a Beat out of them, I can probably win.
Dexter ducked down on the ground sweeping my legs making me fall and land on my back. I coughed a little, dexter got up. "You.. are getting a little better". Dexter said breathlessly. I smiled, "Can you help me up?".
He nodded putting his hand out, I grabbed it. Dexter lifted me up, in the process I flung my foot hitting him in the Stomach causing him to tumble. I leaped, throwing as many punches at his chest.
I aimed high, throwing one at his throat. He gasped for air coughing a lot. I took a deep breath. I shifted my weight swinging my right leg, Hitting the side of his face. Making him turn to the left. He fell down on his ass. I stood there holding my arms in a Boxing positing. I didn't want to give up.
Dexter got back up. He looked at me. Anger filled his eyes but also did hope. "We are going to train every single day, For the next two months". Dexter says. I nodded. "Okay-". In a instance, Dexter ran towards me. I-I couldn't move.
He picked me up throwing me across the red linings. I fell on a chair breaking it. I lied there gasping for air.
"Ugh, I h-hate you". I muttered. Dexter walked over to me, He gradually picked me up. And carried me outside into the living room. He placed me on the couch. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?". Dexter asked. I took a deep breath and winced. "My ribs, t-they hurt. When I breathe". I muttered. Dexter sighed he got up leaving me on the couch. I lied there staring at the ceiling.
I remember when me and my dad would sit here and daydream. Listening to music and having a bonding experience. It just it kills me every single day that I can't make him proud or anything. I remembered the last time we spoke. "Dad when can I see mom?".
"After I tie a deal with this company, Now please GO wait in the car!".
If I didn't go to the car, he would have been alive. There would be no shooting. No killing.
"Clara?". I snapped out of it. Dexter came back. With some ice and water. I looked back at him. His face was utterly emotional. I furrowed my brows what was wrong?
"Hey? Dex is everything okay?". I ask. He shakes his head sighing. He hands me my water pulling up a seat beside me. "Listen, I got off the phone with Tommy.. and there is some news Clara—".
Dexter says. I looked into his blue eyes as the tears where spewing out from his. He wouldn't let them go. Why? Why wouldn't he?!
"What's is going on Dexter?". I asked being Concerned. He sighed. Looking at me. "I'm here for you. I am not your father but if you need anything at all-". I cut him off sitting up. "Dexter what the hell is going on??". I asked once again getting a bit angry.
Dexter looked on the ground before coughing a little. "The Queen's Gambit went down.. somewhere in the ocean.. yesterday and they can't find their boat— I'm sorry to say this but whoever is on the ship is dead". Dexter softly said. I look in front of me, feeling those tears emerge in my eyes.
Oliver queen can't be gone? Can he? "Dexter! It happened yesterday, There May be survivors! Oliver can't be dead!". I exclaimed. Feeling those tears run down my face. "Clara, Tommy called me.. Moira will clarify it in the morning". Dexter said. I got up, pushing past him and running to my room.
Oliver queen can't be dead. He can't be!
"Clara! Clara?!". Dexter yelled. I ran down my hallway. Pushing my bedroom my door open. I slammed it shut throwing myself on my bed.
I dug my head into my pillow, crying. crying all of my tears out.
It was a stabbing pain especially in the heart. There was a lump in my throat. All that pain even on top of it. I turned over letting myself breath. "N-No". I cried out.
I lied on my back my tears running down my face like a waterfall. I cried quietly.. that night. My best friend,my buddy, my brother is gone. All I have left is heartache. And pain.
I felt damaged and broken. Oliver queen is gone, I can't bring him back. I can't do anything. He.. was going to make it to my birthday.

I picked up my phone, I texted Tommy.
'Is he dead? Tom? Is he?'

'Yes.. Oliver is gone. Along with Sara lance, and his father'

'Sara? Laurel's sister? Oh god. I need some time'

'I'm going by his place tomorrow, you're welcome to come'

"Thank you Tommy, I really need space'

"Take all the time Clara'