Hello Darkness, My New Friend
aka a sneak peek of the dark!Felicity avenging Oliver and basically destroying Prometheus fic we all need
“I’m not afraid of you,” she called to the hooded figure in the shadows, the one who stood so proud, so ominously, as though destroying a man’s life was a privileged to be gained, as he ought to receive a medal for feasting on the soul of the man she loved.
“You should be.”
His voice was warped behind the meaningless mask he still wore, but she could feel his sneer, feel his cold dead eyes staring back at her, but that thought only fueled the fire in her veins.
She remained just as unwavering in the darkness she had once been so intimidated by. Many years ago, as a naive hacker in college, she had tiptoed her way into the shallow end of darkness. As Overwatch, she had swum with the most cunning of sharks and come out unscathed. But now…she had gladly taken the plunge into the deep. She would never come out the same. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to.
The girl that she was before all this began…the girl who joined a crusade just to save the boss that was nice to her…she had vanished a long time ago. There was no getting her back.
There would be time to mourn her loss. But not tonight. Now, she was numb to all feeling save one, one singularly sharp sensation that was firm as ice around her heart and as seductive as the very aired she breathed.
Rage. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so angry. About anything. It was likely that she’d never been this angry in her life. And never would be again.
And she was secretly pleased to discover that her heart liked it, reveling in the sensation of what she was about to do to him. And at last, she understood Oliver on the deepest level–a cornerstone he’d never really been willing to show her, and yet she’d somehow ended up here anyway. Maybe some things were just meant to be. As much as he might come to despise her for this…there was no choice to make. Justice had to be served. And if Oliver wasn’t going to save himself, well then she had to save him.
Thinking about him now–somewhere across town, oblivious to what she was about to do–was almost enough to make her falter, to make her reevaluate her priorities. It was one thing to think it…it was another thing entirely to follow through on her dark agenda.
He might never understand why she was doing this. He might even come to despise her for it. And yet…it was because they shared such a pivotal understanding about so many things that she would go where he was no longer willing to go to take their enemy down. The risk of losing him in death was worth the cost of losing him in life.
So she swallowed the last traces of her fears as she took a step closer to meet her doom. “No. You should be afraid of me. I’m going to burn your entire world to ashes.”
She had plans for Prometheus.
At the beginning of the end, she whispered a final prayer, wishing it could somehow reach his ears.
I’m doing this for you. For us.
Forgive me, Oliver.
So the muse apparently couldn’t wait till the weekend! Here’s a snippet till I can write the rest.