Fire's Freezing Point [UNDOING II]

Day 3: We Need To Talk 1

I once again couldn't see in front of me. But it was different. I noticed that a part of my view was blocked by a still body, standing upright in a beautiful dress. Blood stained her torso in four puncture wounds. It hit me that I was the one who stabbed her. She was lifeless, leaning on my solid form that stood ground. I was a statue. I had been frozen.

Despite my foggy vision, my subconscious knew who was in front of me. Leo, and Oliver. I could faintly see Willow in the background, but I wasn't sure if it was her. Unlike the last time, I could hear what was going on. This scared me. The dream was becoming realer and realer as it kept happening. It was clearing up. Oliver and Leo were in an intense altercation. I could see and hear the bright sparks of metal and ice clashing against fire and steaming.

Like anyone knew, though, ice always beat fire. After what seemed to be forever of Leo slowly losing, he was finally knocked against a pillar. Oliver summoned a dagger made entirely of ice. I could feel them grinning that sick twisted grin. I knew it too well, I had the same one. I wanted to reach out and scream, I wanted to tackle Oliver to the ground and impale them to the ice, but mixed with the body's weight and my frozen state, I was paralyzed. I was totally helpless for the first time in ages.

"You don't have to do this, Oliver. You can come home!" I heard Leo plead with exasperation.
"N-No one knows what you did, you can just say you were out on a quest and-"

"Shut up!" Oliver gripped their electric blue hair, their long black nails digging into their scalp. "You talk so much, do you ever shut up, brother? All you ever do is talk. Festus this, Luna that..."

"Listen to me-"

"No, you listen to me!" Oliver stepped forward. Leo pressed himself against the pillar. "I've lived in your shadow ever since you came to camp with your stupid pyromaniac complex. I was the smart one. I was the genius, I was the armor kid. But you just had to show up and take everything away from me!"

"I didn't mean to do that, Oliver, honest! You know how much I-"

"Shut up!" Oliver replied by lunging forward, stabbing Leo in the side. They pushed themself away, admiring their work. Leo stared down at the new pocket in his side, A dark red stain growing on his side.
"Oliver..."
He slid down the pillar.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. I was a fly on the wall. My entire body began to grow heavy with exhaustion as the cold seeped into my bones, into the marrow. I had to stay awake. Hypothermia was kicking in. My pulse dropped.

Leo curled up on the ground, in pain. I could see the blood pooling onto the icy ground. I knew how the rest of the dream was going to go. Oliver stepped on their chest and grabbed a scimitar off of the ground. A lot of things in the dream were slightly different. Last time they summoned their own blade. This time they stole one.

"You don't have to do this..." Leo could barely talk.

"It's over, Leonidas." Oliver grinned, turning the new sword in their hands as it glowed blue, adjusting to the new owner.
"You're over."

I slipped into unconsciousness, and woke up.

I shot up in bed, gripping the sheets. My heart pounded out of my chest, my breath ragged and unstable. I glanced around the room. I was in Willow's room, in her bed. I remembered why, and groaned internally. The ship rocked gently back and forth.

Right. I'm a boat.

I sighed gently, burying my face in my hands. How did Will not wake up? Was she that much of a heavy sleeper? I saw her relaxed in a chair across the room, dead asleep. Huh.