Arya

Seven Minutes

✿ Teenwolf

Arya's pov

I woke up in a dark cold cave. I knew that creating such chaos as that would drain my magic. I couldn't move my hands. I looked at them and saw 3rd-degree burns. I sighed and got up on my feet. I walked down the passageways and couldn't find my way out. I've been walking for so long that my feet started to hurt. I sat down and the wind started to pass through. The slightest touch of wind on my hands would sting.

Olivers pov

"Barton, it's been 3 days. Where is she?!" I looked at him.

"I don't know. None of us can connect to her. There's no sign of her anywhere. It's like she disappeared."

"I want her back. Bring her back. Bring her back! I don't care how you get her back, I want it done, now!"

"Arya." Ivy walked up to her. She was pale, her lips turned purple and she was shaking. She was curled up against the wall whispering to herself.

"Arya." I rushed up to her.

I can hear static and she was breathing heavily. "Arya."

"Oliver?" She cried lifting her head.

"Are you okay?"

"Oliver," she whispered, "I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here." I think I teleported." Her voice was trembling.

"Can you see anything? Just tell me what you see."

"I-C-Its-Its dark. It's dark. I can't see. There's something wrong with my--"

She disappeared and I looked at Ivy.

"Where'd she go?"

"I-I don't know. I couldn't connect to her."

"Try to connect to her. You managed to stay connected out in the field. Try again." I stood to watch Ivy gather some things and clear the table. She quickly poured ashes on the table and began enchanted. She stopped and nothing happened. She tried again but nothing again. She began to grow scared and anxious. "I can't find her!" She looked at Barton.

"Oliver." She whispered and was under the table. They pushed the table out of the way and she was curled up. "I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."

"Where are you?" My heart started to race.

"I don't know." Her voice broke. "It's-It-It's too dark. I ca-can't see much. But somethings wrong. I lost movement in my hands. I-I can't heal my wound. I think I'm still bleeding."

"How bad? How bad is it?" I tried to see her stomach and hands but couldn't. She just froze and stayed quiet.

"Arya?" Ivy placed her hand on her shoulder but quickly removed her hand. "Arya, are you there?" I looked back at her and she looked into my eyes not moving a single part in her body. "Something- some kind of smell. Something smells down here. It's terrible." She was so afraid. "It's brutal, I can't open my eyes."

"Okay, listen I'm going to get Pertren." Barton was about to walk away but Arya disappeared from in front of me and stood in front of Barton. "No. No. Don't. J-" she began to breathe heavily. " just please don't call him. Promise me you won't. He's not who you think he is." She wasn't bleeding from her wounds and her hands were terribly burned.

"What if we can't find you?" Barton grew worried as well. "Arya, why can't I go to him? Who is he? What'd he do?"

"No-no." She appeared behind Ivy curled up in the corner. She began to rock herself. "No, no, please. Please don't go. Please come find me. You can do it." She sounded like a person that's gone mad speaking to themselves due to isolation. "Please, Oliver. You can find me. You can find me."