A/N This is a sequel to REPERCUSSIONS, if you haven't read that one yet then you might be a little lost. But I mean, read away if you so desire!

Also, I clearly don't own Arrow.

RAMPAGE

CHAPTER 1 "Just the Beginning"

When Felicity opened her eyes, she wasn't in her own bedroom, but she wasn't in Oliver's room either. It seemed familiar, but she was too groggy to place it. Had she passed out from the drugs? Was she hallucinating? What the hell was happening? She leaned up from her position in bed and looked around. It was dark but she knew Oliver wasn't there with her. As she slowly got up her heart started pounding against her chest when she realized her arm didn't hurt. When she looked down there was no bandage.

"What the fuck….?" She said quietly to herself, as she reached for a light and flipped a switch.

When the room lit up she had to put her hands over her mouth to keep for screaming. It WAS her room. But not her bedroom in her apartment, her old bedroom from her mother's house when she was a kid. It was completely unchanged, down to the pictures on the nightstand of her and her mother, and one of her and her father. She didn't really have any friends…ever. She walked over and picked up the picture of her father, wondering what Slade could have known about him.

Felicity decided she was confused enough, and swiftly walked over to the door to figure out what was happening. When she opened it, she stumbled, and almost fell down a concrete flight of stairs. This definitely wasn't her old house. Where was she? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?

As her words echoed she realized she said them out loud. But when she looked up again she saw computer screens. She knew where she was. There was a noise, and all of the sudden the lights flickered on revealing the Foundry. How did she get here? The first thing she registered was Oliver on the med bay table. Like the first time she was here, he didn't have a shirt and was shot, covered in blood. She ran up to him, but he was unconscious.

"Oliver!" She yelled, scrambling for bandages and monitors, but not finding any.

"Diggle! HELP! OLIVER WAKE UP! WHAT'S HAPPENING!" Felicity yelled helplessly, finally resorting to simply pressing her hands down on the wound. But the blood seeped through her fingers, it ran everywhere. She couldn't stop it.

The alarm to the door beeped once, alerting her to someone's presence.

"Oh thank god! DIGGLE!?" She yelled again.

"Oh, don't you wish little Felicity Who." An accented voice boomed from the steps.

She whipped up at the voice. She knew the nickname, but it was coming from the wrong voice! She hadn't heard that nickname since she was 8 years old. It was the last memory she had of her father. Her mother had been on the phone with him, and was screaming and yelling. When her mom threw the phone to the ground and stomped away in anger, 8 year old Felicity picked it up. It was her father's voice on the other end. When he realized it was her, he called her by her old nickname Felicity Who. He said he loved her, and then said goodbye and simply hung up.

Slade was now face to face with her. How did he know that nickname, she never spoke of it to anyone?

"You seem a little out of your depth little girl." Slade said, as he grabbed her arm and yanked her away from Oliver's dying body.

"NO! He needs help! Please! OLIVER!" She screamed and tried to wriggle away but couldn't budge.

Slade didn't say a word. He just held her back and listened to her screaming, her hands covered in Oliver's blood. They watched as blood poured from Oliver and he stopped breathing, laying still for minutes until Slade finally released her. She ran over almost falling on top of Oliver, not knowing what to do. Why couldn't she figure out what to do!?

"This isn't over Felicity Who. It's just the beginning." Slade said as he walked away, up the stairs. She just sobbed over Oliver's lifeless body.

All the sudden, she felt a hand over her mouth, and pain in her neck. She was turned around by the unseen assailant, only to come face to face with Count Vertigo. His sickening, evil smirk only a couple of inches from her face. She started to feel heavy. He must have drugged her, she couldn't move her arms or feet. He laughed as he pulled a chair over, and sat her down. Blocking her view of Oliver with his body, he leaned over her, touching her hair, her face, any place he wanted. She couldn't stop him. She couldn't even scream, anytime she tried it only came out as a whimper. His hands came to a rest on her upper thighs, his fingers just barely resting under her skimpy sleep shorts. She would never be wearing THEM again.

"stop…" was all she could get out through whatever drug he dosed her with. As she said it, he came closer to her face, reached one hand up, and grabbed her by the hair pulling her head back painfully to face him. He gave her that disgusting grin again before leaning down, and placing his lips on top of hers violently. All she could do was cry for the few seconds it lasted. It seemed like hours. She wanted to throw up.

All of the sudden something smacked the Count in the head, and he dropped next to her to the ground. She struggled to look up again, but finally saw Diggle standing in front of her. Felicity let out a relieved exhale, but couldn't say anything. She was too overwhelmed by the drugs. Diggle was speaking to her but she couldn't understand was he was saying. As she looked around, she realized they were no longer in the lair but in her office at Queen Consolidated, where her initial encounter with the Count had happened.

"Felicity…can you hear me?" she finally heard Diggle say. Looking up at his eyes, she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Thank you John." Felicity said as she lifted her hand and placed it on his arm. When did she gain the ability to move again?

"John, I'm so confused. What happening?" she whimpered out quickly.

"You're ok. Now you're safe." He said, but it seemed as if it was from a distance. She was confused again. If he was standing right there, why did he sound so far away? It didn't even sound like John.

As she furrowed her brow in frustration, she heard a sound she couldn't place, and Diggle stilled for a moment.

"Digg…?" She squeaked out before he fell over to the side. Behind him stood Slade again, in a terrible two-toned mask. John had 3 arrows in his back.

"NO! JOHN!" Felicity screamed as she jumped off the chair down to her knees to where Diggle lay lifeless.

She looked up at Slade, terrified. He had just killed her best friend. Her big brother. Oliver was dead. She had no way to contact Sara or Roy. She felt so helpless, and didn't know what to do. He'd won.

"This is just the beginning, Felicity Who." Slade said as he walked out of her condo. When did they get to her condo? As she looked down, she was kneeling in a large pool of blood. At first, she thought it belonged to Diggle, but when she looked to where he had been laying, it wasn't him staring lifeless back at her. It was herself. Felicity stared into her own open lifeless eyes. Three arrows in her, covered in blood. Her chest and arm suddenly started burning with fury, as she looked down, they too, were covered in blood, and her original wounds had returned with a vengeance. When she went to turn away, she just saw Oliver laying on the med bay table. She turned again to see Sara and Roy both laying on the ground in the club, bullet holes in their heads. She closed her eyes and screamed, not able to get out of the nightmare surrounding her.

"FELICITY! YOU'RE SAFE! WAKE UP! HEY! FELICITY! WAKE UP!" It was Oliver's voice. How was he there? It must be a trick, she thought.

"NO! YOU'RE DEAD! NO!" She yelled keeping her eyes closed. Struggling to move.

"FELICITY IT'S ME, OLIVER! I'M NOT DEAD I'M RIGHT HERE! OPEN YOUR EYES!" He yelled, but tried not to scare her. He was only yelling so she could here him over her own voice.

"STOP! NOOO! GET AWAY!" She yelled again hysterically. She tried to open her eyes but couldn't, all she could see were the images of their dead bodies staring up at her. All she could feel was the pain in her chest and arm, as she fought to get away from whatever was holding her down.

Wait a minute, something was holding her down. Why? She couldn't figure it out.

She heard another voice.

"Back off Ollie, let me try, you're scaring her." It was a female voice. She felt the weight on her shift but not leave. She couldn't move.

"Hey Felicity, shhh shhhh it's ok, open your eyes. Open your eyes, sweety. It was a bad dream. You had a nightmare. Hey, can you hear me? Felicity, open your eyes and look at me." The voice said softly, closer to her ear. She felt someone touch her face softly. It felt nice but startled her so she jolted away, opening her eyes with quick blink. Suddenly nothing was in focus as it was before. Everything was blurry and watery. She felt tears on her face, and saw figures but could make them out. She was breathing heavily, and making that whimpering noise that she hated every time she exhaled. Felicity blinked a couple of times to get her vision straightened out. Though still a little blurry, she could make out Thea in front of her. Confused she whipped her head to her left, and saw Oliver. Alive. Holding her arms down across her body, keeping her from moving. She started to struggle, and he loosened his grip just slightly upon seeing her eyes.

"Hey, hey Felicity, you're ok. I'm sorry, I don't want you to reinjure yourself." He said to her with unshed tears in his eyes. He looked heartbroken, and it melted her instantly.

Felicity blinked again to regain control. It had been a dream. She had been dreaming. Nothing that happened was real. She took a few deep breaths, but couldn't stop the tears, they had slowed, but were still running down her face. She saw not only Thea and Oliver, but Moira, Roy, and Diggle now in the room. She assumed the two boys had stayed over for extra protection.

"Are you awake, are you ok?" Thea asked carefully. Again, not wanting to do anything to scare her more.

Felicity nodded her head slightly and looked at Oliver again with pleading eyes. Her chest and shoulder burning terribly from the position.

"Can I let you go? Are you ok?" He asked, calmer than before, but still with an edge to his tone.

"Please." She said, first conscious words this morning.

"It hurts." She added waveringly.

"I'm so sorry Felicity, I know that had to have been painful, but you were flailing around, I didn't want you to…" He rambled, immediately letting go of her arms as she turned, and cradled her left arm with her right hand.

"No… I'm sorry. I woke you guys up. I'm sorry. It was just.." She started, but started to choke back tears again.

Thea spoke this time.

"It's ok. Felicity look here, it's ok. It's over. It's all over." Thea consoled. Careful not to touch Felicity again, just in case she was still startled.

"It's not over though. It's not over…it's just the beginning." Felicity said, repeating Slade's words from her nightmare. They all just looked at her with worried confusion.

But she was right. Their real life nightmare would soon be in full swing.