falke [sara lance] ✔

chapter 22

The grey sand felt cold beneath her feet. It's slight blue tint seemed to cover the entire area, stretching as far as her eyes could see without anything but the sand and the darkness. She stood slowly, turning on her heel as she tried to assess her current predicament.

Callie came to one conclusion: she had no idea where the hell she was.

Pacing slightly on the sand, she noticed another set of footsteps sudden begin to appear in the ground beside her. Leaning down to touch them, a sudden pain began to spread from her chest and all the way into her head - a violent migraine that would have taken out anyone.

Clutching her head, she fell forward on to her knees as flashes of red and tan and blue and blonde began to cross her mind faster than she could process. The pain felt like her skull was cracking open and that her chest was on fire, and it was nothing like she had ever felt before.

And then, just as sudden as it came, the pain stopped.

"Callie?"

She jumped at the sound of the sudden voice, the familiarity of it filling her body as her eyebrows furrowed. She could see the silhouette of a figure walking towards her, but the darkness that hovered in the air seemed to obstruct her from properly viewing him.

She didn't need to view them, that was a voice she would never forget ever.

"Tommy?"

Callie flinched as the man suddenly appeared straight in front of her, a smile that was unfamiliar on his familiar face. She moved backwards slightly, a feeling of unease forming in her stomach as his eyes seemed to have a faint red tint to them.

"Callie Merlyn," his voice seemed to drop an octave or two, almost sounding demonic as he titled his head with a sick smile. The image of Tommy almost seemed to flicker, his face switching between Tommy and Oliver's as he prowled closer to the raven haired girl.

Callie continued to move backwards, holding her hands up in front of her as she realised that something was incredibly wrong.

"You're not Tommy," she snarled, a white hot anger beginning to spread through her body at someone pretending to be her brother. As soon as the words left her lips, the figure vanished into thin air as if he was never there.

Turning frantically, Callie started to feel her chest clench as her breath increased. The coldness of the place was reflected in the sight of her breath visible against the cold. She heaved as she rested her hands on her knees to try and regain a sense of normality after that strange encounter with a fake Tommy.

"CALLIE," a loud voice boomed, sending the girl to the ground as the entire place seemed to shake from the boom. The voice was the same that had came from Tommy's mouth, a snarl and a hiss present as it echoes around the room.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" The girl yelled, clutching at her head as she tried to avoid the overwhelming feeling of panic that was beginning to spread throughout her body.

"I'm going to make you suffer, first i'll take your friends and then i'll take your love and then you'll have nothing but the darkness left to turn to," the voice hissed, echoing around her as if they were following her every move.

"No, no no no..." Callie muttered, banging her fists against her head as the voice continued to repeat how he was going to end her life.

"CALLIE!"

"GO AWAY!" She screamed, clenching her eyes together as she began to feel her body shake slightly.

"WAKE UP!"

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"CALLIE! WAKE UP!" Sara yelled, shaking the girl as she trembled in her sleep.

The Merlyn girl jumped up from the bed with a shout, swinging her arms around as she tried to push Sara off of her - still in the mindset from her dream. She continued to shout out, eventually calming down as she noticed the arms holding her down.