The Darkness: 3

Part 6

Italics- Lydia's voices

Oliver

"You paying attention?" Oliver asked, gripping onto his bow. "Just not enough sleep," Roy explained. "Let's just make it through the night," Oliver told him, looking out to the city on a rooftop.

"Where was the attack?" Oliver asked through the comms. "The gym right around the corner," Felicity said. Oliver and Roy jumped down the rooftop and went to the gym.

When the two entered, it was dark but there was a yellow light on in the distance. Oliver and Roy held up an arrow, walking stealthily to the light.

They moved their position around when they heard footsteps come out of the shadows. "Lydia?" Oliver whispered, setting down his bow and Roy did the same.

She tiptoed to the light, not acknowledging their presence and stood there. Her head dropped and looked at the floor. When he saw her gaze, he saw the bodies that were lying there.

Oliver saw her stumble back when one of the men, grabbed her leg. "Get him," he whispered before dying. Lydia made a slight nod before tilting her head to the side. She bent down and dipped her fingers in the puddle of blood on the floor. She went over to the wall and started to trail her fingers. She would dip her fingers in again to get more coloring to fill the words.

"Guilty," Oliver read as Lydia turned around and screamed. Oliver and Roy covered their ears as the loud blow echoed throughout the gym before she stopped.

"Who's going to die now?" Lydia asked, back to her regular self. "You're the one that knows," Roy commented.

The three made their way back to the hideout, where only Felicity was in. "Have you identified the bodies?" Oliver asked. "They're regular drug dealers," she said, "down a few blocks from the gym." "I'm going," Oliver said. He heard Roy's footsteps follow him, and he turned around, "Stay back. Go get some sleep."

Lydia

Lydia ran her fingers through her wet hair as she watched Oliver leave the hideout. "I'm going to leave, I have work," Felicity said, getting up.

The moment Felicity left the hideout, Roy set down his bow and jacket in frustration. "What's wrong?" She asked concernedly. "I-I just been having nightmares," he spoke, sitting down on a stool. "I swear if you start coughing up black blood because of these nightmares, I will kill you in an instant," she muttered, grabbing a swivel stool and sat across from him.

"What kind of dreams though?" She asked seriously. "I'm out in the Glades, walking around, but I'm not myself," he explained, "I think I still have Mirakuru in my system." She stared into his sky blue eyes and shook her head, "No you don't." "Do you know what it is?" He asked. "It's a memory."

"What memory? I don't remember any of it," he said. "Either, you share memories with Jackson, or, the OD of the Mirakuru. But I'll go with the second one," she pursed her lips with a nod. "I think I killed Sara," he said bluntly and she held her breath. "Why do you think that?" She asked, finally exhaling. "Sara was killed with arrows and I remember throwing them," he explained.

Lydia got up and paced herself in the room, breathing slowly. When she turned around to speak to him, he was already gone.

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"Where is everyone?" Oliver asked, setting down his bow. Lydia spun around in the computer and clapped her hands, getting up, "Felicity went home, Diggle's with Lyla and Roy is processing new information." "What information?" He asked. "He was getting memories about the night he was going crazy and he thinks he killed Sara," she explained. "Did he?" he asked. "I don't know."