The Darkness: 3

Part 24

Italics- Lydia's hallucination

Oliver

Oliver was in a room with Diggle, sitting on the comfortable bed with the red printed sheets. "This is absolutely insane," he exhaled. Oliver glanced at him and leaned back on the pillows. "Bringing back someone from the dead?!" "She wasn't completely dead," he corrected and he glared at him.

"Now you have to become Heir to the Demon," Diggle said with a sigh, "a stupid trade." "Would you do it for Andy?" Oliver asked blatantly. He watched him lean forward, burrowing his head in hands and Oliver spread his lips knowing he was right.

Diggle stood up and grabbed a wine bottle and two glasses and Oliver went over to him. "How do say..." he trailed off, pouring the red liquid in the cup, "never mind. Just, being alive." Oliver nodded his head and took the cup, cheering it with him before drinking.

Oliver gave Diggle back the cup and he crossed his arms. "I'm worried about Lydia," he confessed and Diggle looked up, "she's never been absent this long. And she would've called about Thea, you know, that she was going to..." He felt light-headed and he tried to catch himself on the bed frame but his vision got blurry and he collapsed on the floor.

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The faint hearing of swords clashing and grunting woke Oliver up. He looked around and abruptly got up to his team fighting the League.

"Stop!" Zhe shouted and Felicity who was standing back looked at him. "I am Wareeth Al Ghul, Heir to the Demon." There was a faint smile on Sarab's face and he put his sword back in it satchel and he bowed his head, followed by the rest of the assassins.

"What are you doing?" Felicity exclaimed. "I know you guys tried to break me out," he glanced at Diggle, "but I made a deal to save my sister." He took a step forward and felt a hand pull him back and he turned. "This isn't what Lydia would've wanted," Felicity told him. He lowered his head and looked into her eyes, "She said yes."

In shock, Felicity let go of his arm and he walked towards the League's side of the hallway. The assassins surrounded him as Sarab led them to the center of the sanctuary.

"You chose well," Ra's spoke. Oliver's eyes met Nyssa's angry ones and they went back to Ra's. He heard the clamoring of his team as Felicity struggled to be released. "Take Thea and go home," he raised his eyebrows as Diggle carried his sister. Malcolm pulled an arm around the team, motioning for them to turn around and they all looked back at him as they left.

"You're training begins now," Sarab told him, tossing a sword. Oliver caught it and stuck down, deflecting his strike. Sarab moved forward and Oliver stepped back and the assassins circled the two.

Sarab twirled the sword in his hand before striking him again. Oliver bent his back, swinging his sword but he shuffled. He felt a kick from an assassin behind him and he fell on his knees. He tried to lift himself up but the sound of Nyssa's snicker distracted him and Sarab used the bud of his sword to knock him out.

Lydia

"You look dead," Isaac commented, lifting his leg and leaning on the wall. "Says the one in a scarf," she pursed her lips.

Lydia hovered over her body and stared at her weak self. She heard Isaac's footsteps move and looked at him. He had squatted down and he grazed his claws on the floor, picking something up.

"What's his name?" He asked with a smile, glancing at the table of utensils as he stood up. "Oliver Queen," she told him. His small smile changed and she frowned at him in confusion. "Oh see me, Danny, Allison, and the twins, -even though you were dating Aiden at the time- all bet that you and Stiles were going to end up together," he explained. She pursed her lips and he handed the necklace to her to she played with it. "Stiles and I did end up together but sometimes, happy endings don't stay that way."

"Did he die?!" Isaac exclaimed. "We hardly got along but..." He trailed off and she shook her head making him relax. "I love him," she let out, dropping the necklace back in its spot on the floor. "Come with me," he said, walking through the door.

Lydia followed Isaac down the hallways of Nanda Parbat and they reached the center of the sanctuary. The two watched the present time of what was going on and they were dragging Oliver's faint body down the hallway they came from to the chambers.

"I don't know who's worse, Ra's or Deucalion?" he asked himself. "Anyways, I did some digging around in your mind and you said that Oliver and Derek are alike and I definitely agree." "The omegas who sacrifice themselves for their family," she said softly. "The other day," Isaac
began and she turned to him, "Ra's said something about Oliver not deserving you but I think you two are perfect for each other."

Isaac began to walk and she followed as they went down to the chamber Oliver was in. They watched as Sarab splashed water in his face and he woke up. "What is your name?!" Ra's asked and he spat the water out his mouth. "My name?" He repeated, "Oliver Queen." "Again," Ra's said and Sarab hit him unconscious again.

"You can't live by two names," Isaac mumbled and she remembered Ra's saying it. "We can't," she agreed. "At first with my father, I kept all of it a secret as we went to school. But when I was turned, that's when my separate life at home collided and it made me stronger," he told her. "Sleepwalking, screaming, and death became my life after I was turned," she said, "We can't separate it." "It is one," they said together.

Oliver woke back in the fighting rink and the two watched silently as he fought and killed the assassins. Every time he killed an assassin, Lydia could feel Isaac glancing at her to see her expression but it was kept calm. Then again, Oliver was hit unconscious.

It was a moment later where he woke back up and Ra's asked for his name again. She could hear his small huffs and took a step forward. "My name..." he trailed off, "Is Al Sah-him." Isaac sighed softly, slouching down into his stance and they watched as he was branded with the Arrow sign on his back and dressed into his League clothes.

Isaac turned around and she followed him back to her chamber. Lydia glanced at the necklace on the floor before she sat over her body laying on the bed. "Listen," he began, leaning closer, "this is the last time we'll speak together again. I have to go back to my bones at the Nemeton and you have to..." he looked down at her body and she nodded understanding. "I will try my best to connect with Parrish the next time he brings a body to the stump, to come and save you."

Isaac held her shoulders and began to push her back into her body. "I'll miss you," she said softly. "You can hallucinate me again," he spread his lips.

Lydia sighed the moment she felt her consciousness fall back into her body. Sweat ran down her forehead and her wet hair and she blinked. Her eyes wandered the room, again, feeling still.