Okay so idk if anyone still is reading this. It's been months. And irl, I've been trying to get a hold of Oliver for a very long time and I still have nothing. I just decided to keep writing this in his honor and in the honor of our relationship (if it even still is going. Which I'm not even sure) I'm just praying that he didn't do what I think he did. Anyway, I don't wanna get too deep in that department so enjoy this chapter that was long overdue.
Nico continued to drag Twist for what seemed like forever but they were back in Dema. The place that Twist once dreaded but now, she lost all emotion and confidence to do anything anymore. Nico threw her back in the same cell that she shared with Oliver.
'It's a little more lonely without him being here.' She thought to herself as she laid on the ground, staring at the bed where Oliver would be if he was here with her. She sighed in sadness as she remembered when she proved Oliver wrong on escaping but now he was right. You really can't leave this place.
After a while, Nico came back, he snapped his fingers at her. She turned her head to the sound.
"Oh hey Nico."
"I'm not your friend, don't talk to me like your fucking friend, got it freak?"
"Yeah. Sure."
"I told you not to do that." Nico said as he moved his hands around, which caused him to break all the bones in Twists right hand without hesitation.
She screamed at the pain this caused her.
"Maybe that will teach you a lesson."
She started to cry in pain of her hand, holding it with the other. She was now on her knees looking at the damage with her teary eyes.
"This will be the last time you try to leave."
She stammered "y-yes sir."
Meanwhile, Oliver and the crew were still on the search for Twist. Until Simon stumbled upon what looked to be a freshly dead fire it had the rest of Twists things, her extra clothes, her Swiss knife, her bag, everything.
"OLIVER, OLIVER I FOUND SOMETHING!" Simon shouted.
Oliver turned and ran towards him with the other bandits walking behind him.
"It's fresh." He said as he studied the remains.
"Yeah yeah and look. Drag marks." Simon pointed.
"Someone got her. SOMEONE FUCKING HAS TWIST. WE HAVE TO MOVE. GO GO GO."
Oliver pushed the crowd of banditos as he followed the path and ran in the direction it was going.
'She's gonna be okay, we are gonna be okay.' Oliver said to himself as he kept going.
