Til the End Draws Near- Part II
biggest thanks to @c0bra5nak3 for the prompt that started this section!
Oliver felt foggy as he woke from the blow to his head. He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming or not. All that surrounded him was dark. If it was a nightmare, he hoped it would end soon.
He fumbled for the light next to his hand. He lit it up, bouncing the beam back over to the bed. No Felicity.
Eyes squeezed shut, count to ten. Breathe. Open.
The Nightmare should be ended. All visions of Lian Yu, of Russia, of Darhk, Ra’s, Tommy, his mother, all have ejected him from the simple ritual. Years have made him a pro at escaping them.
His eyes opened again to the darkness. Felicity was really gone.
He touched the back of his head and felt moist blood, pain throbbing from the wound. Real.
He pushed his fingers against his left chest, inciting the burn. Real.
“Felicity!” His own voice resounded to the silent walls. Real.
The lair was still in lockdown, that much he could tell. That meant that whoever took Felicity couldn’t have gone far. Much time hadn’t passed since the wound was still fresh on his head.
Oliver ran to the bed, using the flashlight the best he could to check for any sign of passage. Nothing was revealed in the folds of the blanket. The light no longer needed, in fact it became a liability, he threw it on the bed, cloaking himself in the darkness.
Years of stalking prey in pitch night had him attuning to other senses; his ears, and sense of movement. Oliver slowed his breathing, tightened his muscles and listened.
Above the stillness, he heard a sharp whimper of pain that was quickly muffled.
Oliver ran back to the stairs, quiet on the balls of his feet.He had to be as careful as possible. This was Felicity’s life in jeopardy here, and only necessary risk should be taken. If he let his hand slip too soon, it might just mean her life.
Just as he reached the top door, however, he heard the humming of the ventilation system as it came back online. Somehow, whoever had Felicity had been able to reboot the lair.
Oliver had at most a minute before they would gone and almost impossible to track without his hacker.
The door swung open to reveal a sight that Oliver never in his wildest nightmares would’ve ever imagined.
Felicity’s workstation was trashed. Every monitor was shattered on the floor.All keyboards had keys missing. Wires were ripped apart. Tables over turned.
Oliver surveyed the rest of the lair. Glass cases with suits were broken as well, guns tossed over the place, arrows snapped in half. Felicity’s chair had been thrown at the elevator, denting the doors as well as crushing all plastic and metal parts of the contraption.
The salmon ladder in the corner was nicked and tarnished, acid running down the rungs to pool on the floor. Electricity sparked everywhere.
The entire lair was destroyed.
But no sign of Felicity.
The only place left to look was the garage.
Oliver made a quick pit stop to his suit, his quiver and bow thankfully still intact. He padded to the garage, nocking an arrow when he saw a figure.
Pitching his voice deep and intimidating, figuratively drawing the mantle of the Green Arrow over himself, he tapped into the murky instincts cultivated inside him.
“Don’t move.” He intoned, causing the figure in front of him to jump. As they turned around, Oliver recognized the very way the person moved. He’d trained that fluidity himself. A whipping braid and a bow at her side.
Evelyn Sharp smirked at him. “Too late, murderer. She’s gone. They have her and there’s no way you can save her. They have a special… let’s say… process for traitors like her.”
“Evelyn… please.” He tried to appeal to her, to girl he’d once taken in under his wing.
“You don’t give up do you? When are you gonna get it through your thick skull that I hate you! You are a hypocrite. I wanted justice for my parents, the people you left in that hell hole. It’s your fault my parents are dead.” She spat at him.
“You don’t understand–”
“I understand perfectly. Only I was able to escape, no thanks to you. And furthermore, when I wanted revenge, when I wanted to kill the person who had taken all I had left from me, you told me that I shouldn’t. A man who killed for the sport of it, lied to me, and snatched payback from my fingers.” Oliver flinsched. She was right. He still didn’t regret stopping her that night, but he didn’t know how to make her see that he had changed.
“I can never get that back.” She continued. “So I dedicated on the next best thing. Taking down you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He tightened his arm, pulling the string further back.
“You can’t! But me? I’m with Adrian on this. Death is too good for you. Suffering is what you deserve.”
Quick as lightning, she revealed a knife, slashing down on the motorcycle tires. Oliver shot and got her in the arm, but she just cut the other tire.
“Now attempt to find your precious Overwatch. It will be great fun watching you fail.”
She turned heel, and fled, following the tire tracks down the street. Felicity was in pain and missing, most likely at the hands of his enemies, and he had no idea where to start.