The Darkness: 4

Part 10

Italics- nogitsune's whispers/ Oliver's dream

Lydia

Lydia's eyes fluttered open from the scent of gasoline and fire. She looked around through her blurry vision to see the limo was on fire and she was on the ground. She heard a few grunts through the high pitched ringing and saw a figure that looked like Oliver, crawl out the window. He checked the pulse of the driver and sighed and she knew he was dead.

"Lydia," he whispered, "are you okay?" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she blinked, seeing a shadowy figure in distance. The short, bobbed brown hair, was watching them struggle. She smirked at them before turning around and leaving.

"I can't move," she whispered. She felt his arms touch her, trying to pull her up but she couldn't cooperate. "Give her to me," the muffled voice of Peter spoke. He slowly lifted her up and began to run. Her arms dangled lazily as she felt the wind run through her hair. "Stay awake," he said. She blinked slowly at him and saw his eyes glow blue before they closed.

Thea

Thea returned to the warehouse to see that Sara had just come in. "I blew up the stage," Sara said. "I'm a great sniper," Kate smirked. "And I'm a fantastic driver."

"What did you do?" Kate asked, crossing her arms. "I drove a car into my brother's limo," she explained, "with his fiancée." "Wow, that's bad," Kate gasped, "Love it."
Thea sat down on the couch and Sara followed her. "You two remind me of my late niece and her best friend, just not the evil part," Kate told them. "Thank you."

"They still don't know that I'm possessed, so I can go get information," Sara said. Thea caught Sara and Kate's long gaze and got up, leaving the two to their privacy and stepped into the night.

She took a deep breath and stared at the cloud of smoke coming from the city. Thea glanced back to see a Berserker standing behind her. "Do you still remember who you were?" She asked and only received grunts, "I like this version of myself: strong and fearless, no one will ever hurt me."

Oliver

Oliver stumbled into the hospital and went to the floor the nurse said Lydia was on. "Oliver, sit down," Diggle said and he ignored him.

He faced the window and saw the surgeons working on her. "Is she going to be okay?" He asked concernedly. "We don't know," the doctor said. "You don't know?!" He shouted, "Of course you don't." The doctor looked wearily at him before going back inside.

Oliver felt his heart sink and he slightly gagged, taking deep breaths. A hand touched his shoulder and he turned in frustration. "Oliver," Laurel said and his vision blurred. "They don't know," he whispered, a tear falling down his cheek, "I saw her. She did this. And-and the explosion at the stage, everything."

"It's going to be okay," she said softly and he stared at her crazily. He moved the hands on his shoulders and frowned. "Oliver," she repeated and he turned around, walking down the hallway. "Oliver," Felicity called out. Diggle touched his arm and he pushed him back.

From where he was standing, he could see the nurses roll her bed out, into a room. Oliver began to walk towards it quickly. "They said she needs rest," Derek told him, putting a hand on his chest, "Why don't you sit down." "You don't tell me what to do," he said firmly, pushing him off. The moment he turned around, Peter's fist went right to his jaw and his eyes closed.