Quicksilver

well I suppose we'll all make our judgement call,

we'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall,

so we better be happy now that we'll all go home.

Of course it was Oliver Oken's fault that she died that day.

AU / LOLIVER / SEQUEL TO ARCANE

:) ello. i'm on vacation right now, so not sure when i'll be able to update.

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I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference
And it's getting better all the time
There's nothing you and I won't do
I'll stop the world and melt
with you.

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Everything burst into motion at once.

The truck's lights flared, and Lilly spun around to stare at it as it's doors swung open, the driver's door first, and the rear cab and passenger doors opening by the time Lucas had bolted over to her body.

She could only watch numbly as he flipped it over, calling her name. His brother and said brother's friend just stood a couple of feet away, staring at him.

"Lilly..."

She felt his hands on her shoulders. She spun around.

"How could you let this happen?" She whispered.

"I thought you said you weren't mad," He responded under his breath.

"That was before I knew I was dead," She hissed angrily.

He stared at her, almost uncomprehendingly. "You don't understand."

"I understand just fine, Oliver. At least I'm trying to..." She shook her head and turned back around. "I don't know what I'm not understanding. It's all..."

She paused, then continued quietly, "It's too hard."

He shook his head. "I'm sorry," He whispered.

She turned around to face her body. After a moment she murmured, "What am I supposed to do now?"

When he didn't respond, she glanced behind her. He was gone.

She looked back. Lucas was still calling her name and shaking her.

Do something, you idiot.

People had already pulled over nearby, and she could see more than one person with a cell phone pressed to their ear, speaking frantically.

She cautiously stepped closer to Lucas, as if too loud of a footstep would cause him to hear her.

Impossible.

Lilly looked down at her limp body, with something almost resembling curiosity. It was covered in scrapes, covered in raw skin and blood. She looked down at herself. The scrapes on her arms were still bleeding. She hadn't noticed them before. They weren't there before. They couldn't have been there before.

But, a lot of 'couldn'ts' were happening right now. One more couldn't count for much.

There was a gash on her forehead that was bleeding more than anything else, dripping down the side of her face, onto the black asphalt.

She touched her own forehead, almost hesitantly, and quickly withdrew, her fingertips red with blood.

Lucas seemed to be finished being useless. With a couple of other angry bystanders' suggestion, he was anxiously checking her pulse and respiration rate.

His brother was standing a few yards away, uninterested. "Uh, dude, I don't think it's working. She's kind of dead, I think." He said, inhaling a lungful of smoke.

"I'm right here, you moron! I'm right here!"

This was not good. Screaming at the people who couldn't hear you was never good. She could feel the hysterics coming.

He raised an eyebrow, pausing, and looked around for a few seconds before returning to his cigarette.

"She still has a pulse, and she's still breathing," Lucas responded stubbornly. "She's not dead."

She wasn't dead.

She stepped backwards, staring at him in bewilderment.

She was alive.

"Yeah, well, she's not exactly in tip-top shape, don't you think?" His brother questioned.

"Don't you have something better to do than lower my IQ?" Lucas asked bitterly and resumed to calling her name and shaking her.

"Aren't you going to call 911?"

Panic was rising in her throat. She felt like she was going to vomit.

Lucas glared at him. "All of these people, Max -" He stated angrily with a motion to the ten, fifteen, or twenty or so bystanders, "- have called 911. Happy?"

His brother didn't respond.

Just then the sirens came into hearing. Faint at first, but quickly growing louder.

"Lucas, give up," His idiotic stupid dropout smoking brother stated. "If she's not conscious now, after five minutes of you shaking her half to death, she probably won't be conscious any time soon."

"No," He answered.

The faint throb in her head became a painful, dizzying pounding in line with her heartbeat.

"Oliver," She wailed.

Sure enough, she suddenly felt his breath on her neck.

"What's happening?" She whispered. She could hear herself hyperventilating. "Oliver...you said I was dead."

He grinned. "Lilly," He stated, walking around to face her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"You know just as well as I do..." His smile faded to a near-scowl. "I'm a horrible person."

His expression changed again. "I'm a murderer," He whispered. "I'm a cheater."

Very softly he pressed his lips against hers.

"I'm a liar, now, too," He murmured in a quiet, upset tone of voice, pulling away. "I'm a liar, aren't I?"

He shook his head and vanished.

Just as the sirens became too loud to bear, her peripheral vision closed in on her.

And of course, that was that.