Author's Note: Yes yes, I know how terrible I am for not updating this story in forever. I should have done it so much sooner. Let's just say the LoA plotline in this third season has definitely given me renewed inspiration for this story! I know this chapter is short, but I didn't want to move forward with the story when I reached the point where I ended it. It was too tragically perfect. Please leave reviews! I thrive on them!

I don't know much, but I know myself

Part Three

It did not take long for the guards to grow tired of Felicity and Sara's exchanges and plotting. With orders from the Great Sensei, Felicity was dragged, kicking and screaming and babbling, to another cell. It was larger, scattered with braziers similar to those in the great hall. She was chained to the floor in the center of the room, one large window sending in light to greet her deprived skin. "What is this?" she screamed, tugging at the chain, the manacles scraping against her skin. The links jingled and clinked against one another. "What are you going to do?"

The hooded guard stood tall and stiff and imposing over her. "Break you."

She spat toward his boots, hoping to get a reaction from him. "Like hell you are!"

He didn't respond or react. He simply stood there, watching her, his eyes hidden in the depths of his hood. Must be easy to do atrocious things when the victims can't see your face!

The fires in the braziers crackled and shadows flickered on the walls, in time with the dancing flames. She tried to see out the window but the glass was frosted, leaving the world outside a mystery. Soon she grew tired of fighting against the chains and she collapsed into a ball on the cold floor, cradling her head in her arms, hiding her face.

She drifted off, dreams flitting across her subconscious and disturbing her rest. She would wake up in starts, her heart pounding and sweat moistening her brow. I guess I will get no rest here.

Hours ticked by, though she knew her watch was incorrect. Day and night melted together, holding no meaning to her. Locked in a cell, she couldn't truly enjoy the light or the darkness. A few days later, during the guards' hourly switch, they extinguished the braziers with buckets of water, the flames sputtering out with vengeful hisses. Almost instantly the cell grew cold and the excess water pooled and trickled toward her. She moved around, trying to escape it but the chains hindered her progress and soon her clothes were damp. The chill in the air mixed with the wetness and created shivers that coursed through her body, causing her teeth to chatter. After another hour, the guards left entirely.

She was alone. She was hungry. She was thirsty. She was cold. And the silence was terrifying.

She sang their song quietly to herself, desperate for noise and companionship and conversation. But no one was there to speak to her. No one was there to listen to her usual babbles and rants. So she sang, her voice shaking and cracking with each word. Her chapped lips felt swollen, stinging with each lyric. But she continued, unwilling to fall into silence. It was too much.

She rocked back and forth, her arms wrapped around her legs and her head propped on her knees. Her eyes were closed. She resisted the urge to tug at her hair. Crazy people tug their hair out in situations like this. I am not crazy. I am a genius. I am a bitch with wifi. I am Felicity Smoak.

But somewhere inside her, the conviction and sense of self was wavering, diminishing with each hour. Especially at night, when the darkness took over and swallowed all of her forced cheer. At night, she couldn't fight the despair. At night, she couldn't fight the fear. At night, she lost her hope.

She didn't know how long she had been left alone without food or water or human contact, but it was long enough. When a guard finally arrived with a plate of bread and a goblet of water, she almost kissed his boots. Are those the same ones I spat on? Even if she truly wanted to know, the hood kept the answer hidden. She lifted the soft bread to her nose and sniffed, savoring the hearty scent. She ripped it apart with her teeth and chewed it like a hungry animal. Once the bread was devoured, she brought the goblet to her lips and gulped the water down, her throat finally getting the relief it so desperately needed.

Once the water was gone, the guard took the plate and goblet away, leaving her alone once more.

It hit quickly, fogging her mind like the distortion on the glass. She tried to sing the song but the lyrics slowly disappeared from her memory, one by one. She shook her head, trying to clear it.

"I am Felicity Smoak. Bitch with wifi. Genius. I am not crazy."

The words spilled out, echoing off the walls and back at her. When they reached her ears, they sounded unfamiliar. The voice sounded unfamiliar. Shrill and panicked and scared. She was stronger than that.

"I am Felicity Smoak! Bitch with wifi! Genius! I am not crazy!"

She rocked back and forth, repeating the words... screaming them. The angry echoed assault met her ears and she felt nothing. But... those were my words, right?

She glanced around. Or... is someone else... no... I am alone.

"I am Felicity Smoak! I am Felicity Smoak! I am Felicity... I am Feli... I..."

She closed her eyes and continued to rock. She muttered the last lyrics of the song she could remember, finding them unfinished and soon unknown to her. When she opened her eyes hours later, she found the world darker. She held up her hands, inspecting the manacles around her wrists in the fading light. Why...?

"I am..." she murmured, her heart pounding in her ears. "I am..."

Her brow furrowed as she looked around, not knowing where she was. Tears formed in her eyes.

"Who am I?"