"We've all got light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are." ~ Sirius Black

"This wasn't how I wanted things to be between us."

The gun was pointed at him and she had no idea if she shot him, if he would die. All she knew was that this was as far as she could let things go. No further. Her feelings were conflicted, but then they weren't. She knew what was right, what HAD to be done even though it was a hard thing to do. What mattered right now was saving people and that meant killing him.

"You didn't even want a relationship with me until you realized that you could use me," she told him. Her heart was breaking and tears slid down her cheeks as she held the gun on him. "You KNEW about me. I remember my father when I was younger…before you left…left us both…"

"I HAD to."

"Did you?"

"Ra's—"

"Ra's al Ghul…as you knew him…is no more," Felicity shouted angrily. This wasn't how things were supposed to be, he was right about that. She wasn't supposed to be there with a gun pointed on her father. This was the man that she'd adored for so long, the man that she'd blamed her mother for pushing away and leaving them. The man that she'd held on pedestal for so long…and now…she couldn't be more ashamed of him...of herself. "You and Ra's were at odds for how long?" she asked and then a short laugh escaped her body. "And it was US…it was Oliver Queen who took down the Demon's Head. Not you."

"And now you put that nothing Malcolm Merlyn on his throne," he came back, obviously not caring that she had a gun on him. "The Magician. It was all an illusion… Your Oliver, he trained with—"

"You. Killed. Him."

This only seemed to amuse him and anger and upset her further. Oliver Queen was dead. Damien Darhk had taken him and killed him…and she'd never had the chance to say goodbye. Felicity was still having a hard time coming to grips with that reality. Oliver had "died" so many times in the last ten years of his life, she wasn't even sure if he'd known the exact count.

"Did I?" Darhk teased with an amused smile as he tilted his head to the side slightly. "I can tell you this, I could have already disarmed and killed you by now…if I wanted."

"Then why don't you?"

Instead of answering her, though, he just smiled at her. It was the way that he looked at her, it was creepy and disconcerting. Felicity just didn't know how to respond to that. The response to her question still hung in the air between them and she didn't think he was ever going to respond on that point.

He moved towards her, he was dressed in a dark suit and in the dim of the room they were in, the highlights of his light colored shirt and the matching pocket square seemed to almost glow along with his bright blue eyes. Darhk wasn't scared of her, that was apparent as his head cocked to one side as a sinister smile spread across his face as he continued to move towards her.

"I'll shoot you!" she warned.

"You won't."

She would.

This road had been long and exhausting and in that moment, Felicity wondered if he was right...but only for a brief moment. All she could wonder was if she wanted to go forward after that moment. Taking the shot, she knew that she could do that. She could kill. Damien Darhk had destroyed her life. He'd destroyed Felicity Smoak. What else was there for her to live for?

"You and I, Felicity...you'll see...you'll understand my plan," Darhk told her as he inched closer.

There was no hesitation. The trigger was pulled. A gasp escaped her lips and the gun began to slip from her hands. Panic and fear set in all before her brain could even grasp the fact that the gun had been fired. Her eyes didn't even hear it. She blinked, her black lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, feeling like it was being done in slow motion. It was only a breath before she was falling backwards, her eyes staring upwards and unable to do anything to stop what came next.

TBC…