CHOICES
An Olicity drabble.
His knees press hard into the cold and wet ground beneath him â hands tied behind his back.
Before him, Shado and Felicity also kneel on the ground, Ivo standing behind them. The gun in his hand takes turns being pointed behind each woman.
"Time to make a choice, Oliver," Ivo says, a clap of thunder rumbling over the dark night.
"Please," Oliver's voice crack slightly but doesn't finish his sentence.
He can't choose.
He can't.
He wants both of them to live.
What is he supposed to do?
A flash of lightning swims throughout the clouds.
"Who's it gonna be?" Ivo asks, gun switching from Felicity to Shado, from Shado to Felicity, endlessly going back and forth.
"I can'tâ" Oliver opens his mouth to speak.
Shado sits on her knees, some expression on her face. She looks at Oliver, but he can't tell what she's thinking.
Felicity is easier to read. Tears stream down her pale skin, blonde tendrils falling in her face.
"Time's up." Ivo grins wickedly, and a bullet echoes in the forest.