The party was anything but enjoyable in Cisco’s mind. Arguments, Bombs, and Badguys were all a recipe for disaster. He knew everything ended up just fine, but he still felt uneasy when he crawled into bed that night.
He fell asleep immediately due to the immense amount of alcohol that was in his system. It was more of a crash rather than falling asleep. Within an hour, Cisco’s sound sleep was disrupted by what one would only consider to be a nightmare. He was back at the party, with the collar suffocatingly tight around his neck and people running past him, panicked shrieks coming from different parts of the room. Mardon walked past, helped him remove the collar, and ran off before Cisco could thank him. The bomb in his collar was still active, and his body froze trying to think of a way to get it out of his possession before it detonated. The party venue was just about empty, He saw Violet run out with Oliver and Felicity collar-free not too long ago. He was absolutely positive that Staci was alright as well, as he saw her run out collar-free just before them. Perhaps Caitlin helped with her collar? Who knew. He slid his collar along the ground towards the wall and started to back away from it slowly at first, then broke into a run, determined to get out of there. Before he could even make it halfway across the room, there was an almost inaudible ‘click’ and Cisco fell to the ground, dead.
That’s when he woke up in a cold sweat. He rubbed his eyes hard, as if he could wipe the nightmare from his mind. He flung his legs over the side of his bed and sauntered to the kitchen for a waterbottle. On his way, he pinched his arm.
Ouch. Note to self. Don’t pinch self in the middle of the night.
