Thea's POV
Who he was and who he chose to be, was something far out of my control. I could reach for his large hand, pull him back and tell him what he is doing is stupid, foolish, and reckless. I wanted so badly to nock and arrow and let it fly to his shoulder to stop him, but a small part of me still knew he needed this. This 'Closure'... Maybe I was crazy- effects of the pit still coursing through my bloodstream like a hot wave- but I was ready to help him heal.
Oliver's hurried footsteps down the tarmacs runway did nothing for my concerned glaze. He was moving at an unusually fast rate, even for him. Rain puddled along the cracked asphalt creating pools of reflection. Star City's night light created a silhouette of skyscrapers and glinting beams of light. It only held my gaze for a few fleeting moments.
Back to Oliver, I thought, taking up a jog to his hurried side.
"Ollie", I paused trying to catch my breath, "Please just slow down for a moment!"
He stopped, looking into my eyes. I knew the story my eyes told, but the story his eyes told me was something entirely different. His sea blue gaze had been glassed over from anger, to guilt, to layers of emotion Thea had never seen before.
"He escaped..." Oliver managed to choke out, to breaking their intense stare down.
"Ollie, I know, but you can't beat yourself up for this. He can't hurt you, I won't let him-"
He cut me off with a shaky tone in his voice. "Thea, I- I'm not worried about what he'll do to me."
I could feel my heart sink into my stomach, a solid led pit churning at it's walls. I shook away anything I wanted to feel, trying to get a straight answer from my brother for once in my life.
"Oliver, what is he going to do?" The apparent shake of concern heavy along my vocals.
"There was a girl on the island. Slade an I both had feeling for this woman-"
"Shado?" Felicity had told me a half of the story, interrupted by a bank robbery in progress. We never got around to finishing that conversation.
"Yes", Ollie not ever questioning how I already knew. "A man named Ivo had found us, hell bent on making me suffer. He tied both Sarah and Shado up, holding them at gunpoint. He made me choose Thea-" his voice cracking with highly evident pain. "It was either Sarah or Shado, if not either then both. I panicked... He put the gun to Sarah and I just reacted, telling him to shoot me instead. It was too late, by doing that I had saved Sarah, so he killed Shado... Slade, he blames me for her death, he plans to hurt me like I hurt him."
I found myself pulling him into a hug, wrapping my arms around my big brother. I could feel him embrace me back, shadowing my small figure like a mountain.
"We'll figure this out I prom-" But before I could finish a loud blast turned the once plastered puddles along the tarmac a bright orange. A large explosion destroying a few private planes, sending up both flying backwards.
The first thing I could feel was the slight metallic tang of blood, a cold stream dripping down my face. Then everything came flooding in. The loud ringing in my ears, my bruised back and hips. I winced in pain standing, trying to gain my barings. A manic noise filled my ears, the dreaded sound of that accent drowning away the ringing. Hair brushing my jagged shoulders to find Slade striding with no hesitation towards me.
"SLADE", I could hear Oliver shout from behind me. Before I could charge in writhe towards him, Oliver barricaded me from attacking the Australian devil with all of my stored rage.
"Hey kid, miss me", Slade's tone mocking that of a young child.
"What do you want Slade?" Oliver questioned, his hands blocking me from killing that retched man.
"You know what I want Oliver", Slade paused darkening his tone. "Revenge", then it hit me like the hot sting of rum down your throat. He wasn't hear for Oliver, he was hear for me. That's when I lost it. Everything, including what sanity and pride I held out for Oliver- since my bloodlust had presented itself.
A blood curdling scream reaching my pale lips as I pushed passed Oliver hurdling at record speed towards Slade. No strategy, no plan, it was foolish, and I should've realized that. Slade stood his ground and before I could even throw a single punch, I could feel his vice grip chocking away what breath I still had.
The darkness was welcoming. A cool dream. A bright light, then nothing but my own fear. Cold blood rushing to my head, I gave up the will to struggle. I welcomed the darkness, and within seconds I could feel my body hitting the wet asphalt, drifting into the pain. Finding an odd comfort in the way it lulled me to a heightened rest.
"THEA", Oliver's tear chocked cry was the last thing before everything went dark.
AN: This is my first Fic for anything, let alone the arrow fandom, so just let me know what you think! There will be more, I promise! I'm expecting this to be roughly 15 chapters, so strap in your seatbelts kiddos! Were in for a loooong haul.
