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[hypnos] daddy, daddy, you bastard
[[ tw for murder, drugging, sort-of mind control, manipulation ]]
The bow is in your hands. It's pulled back, taut, the arrow aching to be released. It feels familiar, the weight and the pressure of it, the way your fingers curl around it, the way you sight it, line it up with your target. You're good at this. Your form is perfect and your aim will be spot on. You will not miss.
"Kill her, Thea. Put arrows in her chest. Kill Sara Lance," Dad says. You can't say no. This is what you've been told to do. So you do it. You don't want to.
You don't want to do this. You're not in control of yourself. It's Dad. He is. You don't want to do this, you don't want to do this. You can't fight against it. You try. You fucking try. Sara is your friend, she's known you since you were a little girl. She used to braid your hair and do your makeup. She's your friend, Sara's your friend. You want her alive and happy and well. You don't YOU DON'T want this you don't want this. "Dad, don't make me do this." But she turns around looking lethal in her black leather and her Canary mask. "What're you doing here?" she asks.
And you put the arrows in her chest.
That's it. It's over, you think. You don't have to kill anyone else. But dear old Dad has other plans. He's still controlling you. You can't not follow his orders. His voice is quiet and smooth and you remember all the times that same voice praised you for your skill and your talent. "Good job, Thea. I'm proud of you." That voice that voice tells you to kill keep killing.
Next is Roy, standing right where Sara stood. Your heart aches for him. You love him you still love him. He's the boy who stole your heart (and your purse) and taught you how to breathe again. He's your best friend. He never gave up on you.
You love him you love him and you want to tell him. Tell him.
You put arrows in him instead.
You're crying now. The tears are hot on your cheeks and you're begging b e g g i n g for him to stop, "Dad, please stop." You don't want to do this, not this, don't do this.
This isn't who you are.
And then there's Ollie, right in line behind Sara and Roy. Your big brother, your hero, the only family you really have left. Not him, not him, anyone but him. But you've already killed anyone else. He's the only one that's left. All you have left.
Dad whispers more suggestions into you ear. You sob but you hold the bow steady, so steady, and you won't miss, you won't miss. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hardly hear what he's saying anymore.
"Kill him, Thea. Kill your brother."
You don't want to. God no, please no, you don't want to, you don't want to, please please please not Ollie, anyone but Ollie, not her brother, not-- But this is who you are. Dad reminds you, coaxes you. You're just like him.
You put an arrow through your brother's heart.
The bow is in your hands. It's pulled back, taut, the arrow aching to be released. It feels familiar, the weight and the pressure of it, the way your fingers curl around it, the way you sight it, line it up with your target. You're good at this. Your form is perfect and your aim will be spot on. You will not miss.
You want to miss.
"Kill her, Thea. Put arrows in her chest. Kill Sara Lance," Dad says. You can't say no. This is what you've been told to do. So you do it. You don't want to.
You don't want to do this. You're not in control of yourself. It's Dad. He is. You don't want to do this, you don't want to do this. You can't fight against it. You try. You fucking try. Sara is your friend, she's known you since you were a little girl. She used to braid your hair and do your makeup. She's your friend, Sara's your friend. You want her alive and happy and well. You don't YOU DON'T want this you don't want this. "Dad, don't make me do this." But she turns around looking lethal in her black leather and her Canary mask. "What're you doing here?" she asks.
And you put the arrows in her chest.
She's your friend.
That's it. It's over, you think. You don't have to kill anyone else. But dear old Dad has other plans. He's still controlling you. You can't not follow his orders. His voice is quiet and smooth and you remember all the times that same voice praised you for your skill and your talent. "Good job, Thea. I'm proud of you." That voice that voice tells you to kill keep killing.
Next is Roy, standing right where Sara stood. Your heart aches for him. You love him you still love him. He's the boy who stole your heart (and your purse) and taught you how to breathe again. He's your best friend. He never gave up on you.
You love him you love him and you want to tell him. Tell him.
You put arrows in him instead.
You love him.
You're crying now. The tears are hot on your cheeks and you're begging b e g g i n g for him to stop, "Dad, please stop." You don't want to do this, not this, don't do this.
This isn't who you are.
And then there's Ollie, right in line behind Sara and Roy. Your big brother, your hero, the only family you really have left. Not him, not him, anyone but him. But you've already killed anyone else. He's the only one that's left. All you have left.
Dad whispers more suggestions into you ear. You sob but you hold the bow steady, so steady, and you won't miss, you won't miss. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hardly hear what he's saying anymore.
"Kill him, Thea. Kill your brother."
You don't want to. God no, please no, you don't want to, you don't want to, please please please not Ollie, anyone but Ollie, not her brother, not-- But this is who you are. Dad reminds you, coaxes you. You're just like him.
You're a monster.
You put an arrow through your brother's heart.
video | private;
What's your room number? I'll head over now.
video | private;
I'm in 312. I'll break out the nail polish.
video » action
[and sure enough after a few minutes, she makes it to the third floor and knocks on thea's door]
action
She slides off the bed, crosses the room to pull the door open and greet Emily with a faint smile. ]
Hey.