InsaneJournal

Who: Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen
What: Nightmares and talking
When: Friday night
Where: His room
Warnings: Definitely violence, possibly triggering/gory and definitely, you guessed it, angst.
Status: In progress



She pushed him against the wall and grinned as he stared at her with wide eyes full of fear. A knife showed up in her hand and she lifted it, running it slowly along his cheek as she watched a thin line of blood following the blade down to his jaw, "now comes the fun part, Ollie." She murmured, leaning over and licking the fresh blood from his skin before she ripped his shirt open with the blade in one quick movement.

"It's a shame we couldn't have fun together before it came to this." She told him and Chloe screamed at her to stop, but no voice would come out of her mouth, it felt like her hands were tied and her mouth was gagged as she watched the knife being pushed against his torso, a long cut appearing all the way down to his stomach. She screamed louder, tried to free herself. She called his name but still no sound. She had to help him, but blood was spilling out of him freely now, so much of it. She tried to cry, tried to call out for Clark, but all she could do was stand there and watch as she killed him with her own hands.

She twisted and turned on the bed, her hands tangling up on the sheets, "-llie," she murmured, shaking her head as she dreamed, "no."