So, I don't really know what this is. I wrote it at one in the morning and I decided to post it just for fun.
There will be two parts I think, the second will be up before the finale.

I apologize if isn't great, I literally wrote it in a few hours.
And as always, I apologize for any errors you might find, English is not my first language.
I'd love to read your thoughts and suggestions.
Happy reading!

This waking nightmare lingers

when will the mirror stop telling lies
I don't know where I've been
or where I'm going
But I can't do it alone
I'm reaching out

Rescue me
Show me who I am
'Cause I can't believe
This is how the story ends

Fight for me
If it's not too late
Help me breathe again
No, this can't be how the story ends

Rescue Me - Kerrie Roberts

"Relax—Enjoy the weather."

The chilling voice of Adrian Chase sent a shiver down Felicity's spine and she shifted closer to John, who was tied beside her at the same chain.

As soon as he came into vision, the rage he felt toward the man came crashing down on her and the fear of the situation was replaced only by anger.

Felicity followed him with her eyes as he made his way to the group, smirking at each and every one of them until he stopped.

Right in front of her.

"Ms. Smoak" His tone was almost playful.

She remained silent but her eyes never left his. There was no way she was showing fear. He sustained her glance until Curtis said something to make him turn.

"As much as I would like to stay here, I have some business to attend. But don't worry, we'll see each other soon." He addressed the soldier of the League. "Take them."

She felt a rough hand grabbing her arm and yanking her to her feet along with the others.

"Ms. Smoak will come with me."

Felicity's eyes snapped to Adrian and when one of the soldiers released her cuffs from the others, he made his way to her.

He moved to stand in front of her, just a few inches separating them and she had to tilt her head back to look at him.

"We're going to have some fun—Felicity." Her name rolled out of his mouth and almost made her gag. "Fuck you." She spat out the words with all the rage and disgust she could find in herself, never breaking his stare.

He just smirked, grabbing her forcefully by the arm and dragging her back towards the woods, away from her friends.

She turned in time to see the others screaming for her. When John tried to move to follow her one of Adrian's man kneeled him in the stomach and he dropped to the ground.

They walked in the woods for a while. She was trying to keep her eyes open to anything that would help her recognize where she was and give her some sort of orientation. But there were only trees.

After a few minutes of just being dragged by Adrian, he spoke again.

"Do you know the name of this place, Felicity?"

She kept walking without answering.

"You're going to die either way, so you might as well talk to me."

She huffed a bitter laugh, struggling to keep up with his pace. "And make my last moments even more miserable? No, thanks."

He eyed her for a moment before smirking. "I wasn't sure you were his type, you know? But I can certainly see the appeal."

"Heard that before." She whispered under her breath.

"So—you don't know how it's called then?"

"Lian-Yu means Purgatory. I've been here before."

"Yeah, I know. You dragged Oliver back home to keep killing other people's fathers." His voice dropped and she stumbled at the chilliness in it.

"I took him home to help him find another way— and he did. He's a hero—"

He stopped walking and turned to her in a blink, so fast he made her stumble back. His face a few inches from hers and the hand grabbing her arm tightened painfully.

"He's a killer. A monster. And by helping him you're as guilty as him. And you're all going to pay— I'm going to make him watch while all of you die-"

The anger that had subdued a little rose again in her chest. It was blinding and immediate and almost took her breath away.

She wanted him to stop talking.

Just stop.

And she just reacted. Without thinking about the implications or the after.

She hooked a leg around his knee and with her hand she pushed, throwing him to the ground in one motion like John had taught her. She took the knife from his belt and without a second thought, she stabbed him in the leg. Not a mortal wound but enough to make him scream in pain.

And then she ran.

To where she didn't know. She just ran through the trees. That was stupid. Adrian was mad and now he was pissed, which meant she was going to die for sure now. So stupid.

While her legs kept moving, her mind drifted off to Oliver. He was going to save the others, she was sure of that.

She just wished she could see him one last time. Tell him she loved him.

A blinding pain pierced her left shoulder and the force of the hit threw her forward. She fell to the ground screaming in pain.

An arrow was coming out of her shoulder.

And then he came into her vision again, standing above her. She saw the blood coming out of his leg and despite the pain, she smiled.

"That was a big mistake, Ms. Smoak."

"Fuck you! Do you want to kill me? Get on with it!"

He gripped the arrow and without warning, he yanked it out of her skin. She screamed again into the forest and she was afraid she would pass out from the pain.

He didn't let her. He grabbed her arm again and she was back on her feet, blood seeping from her shoulder to her chest and arm.

"You're not going to die here, Felicity, when no one but me will see you. Where is the fun in that? No. I have so much more in mind for you."

He started walking again, this time keeping a knife planted to her back, dragging her with him.

Minutes later she was alone but her situation wasn't getting better. She was chained to a bar against a wall—on a boat.

On a sinking boat to be exact.

She was bleeding profusely and her arm was killing her with pain from being chained upright. She shifted a little and she could feel the stickiness of her own blood to her skin, soaking her shirt. Adrian had taken her there, chained her to the wall and after whispering some more evilness in her hear he just left.

At least she was alone.

Suddenly, a screen that she didn't notice before on the opposite wall came to life and she froze. A boy was chained in the same position as her in a dark room.

William.

"No no no. This can't be happening." She couldn't find the boy, how could he?

Before she could think of anything else, another screen beside the other came to life, and this time it focused on John and the others being held in small cages. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed they looked unharmed.

And then the camera focused on him. Oliver. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him in his Green Arrow suit, standing in front of Chase. His eyes were dark and strong and he looked furious.

"Good." She whispered to herself.

But then Chase spoke.

"So Oliver, are we ready to begin?"

"Free my friends, this is between you and me."

"No Oliver, like I told Felicity before, no one on this island is innocent. And today, all of them are going to pay. And you're going to watch."

She could see the moment Adrian spoke her name because Oliver's jaw stiffened and his shoulders went more rigid. "Where is she?"

Adrian smirked. "Oh, you're going to love this."

Felicity saw a little red light on the screen and suddenly all of them could see her. She forced herself to sit more straight, relax her features. She couldn't let Oliver see her vulnerable and in pain.

She saw his eyes roaming over her even through the screen, checking on her. Making sure she was fine.

Except—she wasn't. As soon as he registered the blood all over her, Felicity saw the rage in the blue of his orbs.

"What did you do to her?" He didn't shout. He whispered the words between gritted teeth.

"I shot her with an arrow. I had to—she's quite a fighter. She swooped me off my feet and stabbed me in the leg."

A burst of pride sparkled in Oliver's chest and he smiled.

Adrian spoke again. "But enough of that, I think we are missing another guest here."

When Oliver saw William his legs almost gave out.

"No—he's innocent in all of this! Let him go!"

"You can free him if you want, Oliver."

"What?"

"See, this is what's going to happen. Felicity is on the Amazo, and William is in a room on the other side of the island. You can choose who you want to save."

"No-"

"Yes, you can go right now. No one will stop you, you have my word. Run this way and save your son." He pointed to his left. "Run this way and save the love of your life—" He pointed to his right. "-but you can't save them both. You save one—knowing you're killing the other. Prove to all of us that you're a killer once and for all."

Felicity's breath caught in her throat.

He moved a step toward Chase. "You son of a bitch!"

"You don't have much time Oliver. Either you save one, or they both die. I will hurry up if I was you—Tic toc tic toc."

Just as he spoke, an explosion rocked under Felicity and the ship inclined. And then—she saw the water seeping into the room.

When her eyes returned to the screen her worst nightmare became truth. William's room started to fill with water as well. And the kid was screaming in fear.

"No—"

So that how it was going to end. She was going to die drowning in an abandoned ship on Lian-Yu—because Oliver was going to save his son.

As he should.

Panic filled her but she kept her face clear from emotions—except one: love. Her eyes locked with Oliver's through the screen and she smiled sadly at him.

"Go."

"No." He shook his head a little and a single tear ran down her cheek.

"It's okay." She mouthed. "I love you."

The water reached her feet and made her startle a little but her eyes stayed focused on him.

"Felicity- I love you."

And then he was gone.

"So your son it is, Oliver! Good! I knew you would make this choice! Run—We will watch Felicity die. Right, John?"

"Fuck you, Chase! Let her go!"

John's screams were the last thing she heard before the screens turned dark again. The water was around her waist now, and her survival instinct kicked in. If she was going to die, it wouldn't be without a fight.

She planted her feet to the ground and she pulled to free her cuffs from the bar. The pain in her shoulder was too much and she slumped back down.

The water was under her neck now.

She tried to slip her wrists from the handcuffs but they were too tight.

The water was under her chin and this time she focused her strength to think about Oliver saving his son, John and Lyla, her mother and even her father.

And just as she took her last breath, she let her love for Oliver fill her completely. Oliver was peace and safety and warmth and that was the last thing she wanted to remember.

And she did.