It must have been in the early hours of morning when I broke into Oliver's cell. I only had a few short minutes before someone would unlock my cell. If they saw that I was missing there would be hell to pay.
Oliver was asleep, his shirt off. I saw his flared, angry red whip marks stretch across his bare back, and I shuddered. Even though I knew they were there, the raised scars were always startling at first. Staring at them, I knew that if we stayed here any longer we both would get scars like these, permanent and irreversible. Except our scars would be in our minds, we would forget everything we loved. I would forget Papa, Oliver would forget his mother. I opened my mouth, but not a sound left my lips. My knife fell to the floor, the only communication I could think of at the moment. Luckily, it awoke Oliver. "Elissa," he said, astounded. "You're white as a sheet. What's wrong?"
I ran into his arms, shivering and gasping like a madman. In his hands I placed the paper, and finally my voice returned. Weakly, I whispered, "They... Hydra's going to take away our memories. With magic!" When Papa said 'magic,' I thought it would be sorcerer spells that would turn you into a toad. But, take away your memories? Everything in life that made you who you were? That was the worst kind of evil.
Oliver looked at the paper I had taken, his face becoming a thundercloud. "Where did you get this?" he inquired suddenly.
"I found it," I choked. "Oh, Ollie! We have to leave, before they do this."
Oliver nodded, and for the first time I saw tears in his eyes. I noticed he was wearing the necklace his mother gave him, and now he was clutching it like a lifeline. Had Oliver's spirit broken?
Scooting over, I reached my hand out to touch him. I hesitated for a brief moment, unsure of what to do. How could I comfort him, when he was the one who took care of me all these years? I looked up to him, not the other way around. After a brief moment of uncertainty, a tiny voice inside me told me to grow the hell up. This time, I promised to myself, I will help Oliver. Together we will plan our escape. And so gently I placed my hand on his worn down shoulder, covered with wounds upon wounds, and I embraced him in a hug.
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Fanfiction"Elissa, do you know what a hydra is?" My life has been eventful, but miniscule to the rest of you. All the work I've done, I've done in secret. I have no name. But, I am not an outsider. All rights go to Disney, and Marvel.
