The Darkness: 4

Part 11

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Lydia

Malia had carefully set Lydia on the couch and placed a blanket over her legs. "Are you comfortable?" She asked, "Do you need me to get you a different blanket? Lemme adjust your pillow." Lydia waved a hand to stop her and she took a step back. "Malia... the caregiver," Kira said, "Doesn't sound right."

The door swung open and they watched as Felicity pushed in a wheelchair with Laurel walking in behind her. "Yes! The upgrade," Malia whisper shouted, kicking the other black wheelchair into the corner. "This was just a prototype in the company and we decided to trash it. At least it can be for better use and probably be put back in the inventory," Felicity explained, letting out an arm to show it off. Malia sat in it and began playing with the controls and the wheelchair spun around. "I give it a five star," she said.

"Thank you," Lydia nodded. Laurel's phone buzzed and she took it, frowning. "My dad said there's a man dressed in animal bones walking down the street," she told them. "Berserker," Malia muttered. "Let's go," Kira said, leaving the loft. They all started to follow her when Malia looked back. "Go," Lydia told her and they left. 

She listened carefully and waited for their footsteps to trail off and disappear. Lydia knew that it wasn't time to strike but messing around with the pack would be fun.

Oliver

Oliver piled a pack of arrows into his quiver and zipped up his hoodie as Laurel, Felicity, Malia, and Kira came in. Felicity slipped into the chair and began typing on the computer while Laurel put on her Black Canary suit.

"Found it!" Felicity said, casting it onto the wider screen. "There's only one," Peter muttered with a frown, "I expected an army." "Maybe this is part of the game," Derek spoke, "Kate is smart and the nogitsune is worse." "What if they just want to lure us out, get us tired, and then attack with the rest of them," Argent figured. "Or it's something to scare us," Stiles spoke. "It hasn't destroyed the city... yet."

"So do we attack?" Oliver asked. They all made eye contact, not knowing what to do. "No, we track it," Argent said, clocking his gun, "Mark it with a tracking device and wait till it gets home."

Oliver and Argent made it to the top of a rooftop where Felicity last saw the Berserker. The city was quiet as the clacking of animal bones sounded the empty street. "Where do I shoot?" He asked, drawing an arrow. "Not the upper chest, but the legs," Argent said.

He pointed the arrow at the leg of Berserker as it walked heavily before releasing it. The arrow dismantled itself and the tracker clicked on the tan pants. A roar echoed from miles away and they turned their heads. "Kate," Argent muttered. The Berserker huffed heavily and began running away. "Let's go," Argent said. The two dropped down the roof and made it back to the lair.

"On it," Felicity said. They watched impatiently as she traced the Berserker. She slammed her fists on the table and groaned. "What's wrong?" Oliver asked. She spun around her chair and held her forehead, "It malfunctioned." "Of course it did," Peter mumbled, "It's Kate. She never liked us and is siding with evil. What'd you expect." "Derek can talk to her. She's always been obsessed with him," Malia pointed out and they frowned.

Oliver grabbed his phone and clicked a number, letting it ring. "Hey Speedy," he greeted with his happy voice. Everyone stared at his irrational decision as the other side of the line crackled. "I just wanted to know if you were okay, you've been acting... different." "Ollie?!" Another voice shouted and he frowned in confusion. "Sara?" Laurel asked. There was grunting over the line and metal scrapping the floor. "Please!" Sara shouted, "Help me!"

Thea

Thea hung up the phone and she and Sara began to laugh. "How was I?" She asked. "Perfect." Kate came in and tossed a destroyed arrow. "They tried to track us," her nose twitched, "they're quite stupid. If I was on their side, I would've found you two by now."