This is my very first fanfiction in a really long time. I haven't written anything in a few years except for a few drabbles here and there. So I am (horrible) sloppy. I have no beta so all mistakes are mine. I just got into the Arrow fandom and I thought this could be a good contribution.

I only own the OCs. Other characters belong rightfully to the CW and DC.

Prologue

He watched as a female got off the elevator. His position from the parking lot ensured that he can see who goes in and out of the elevator without being seen. It was the most convenient spot for him. It took him weeks of scouting the underground parking space but he knew the end was worth it. It was so definitely worth it. It was all about the chase. The way his adrenaline kicked in and his muscles shook with excitement. But then he wasn't going to waste it until he was sure of his taking; because it's sweeter in the end. Although he had been patient about the looking around the parking lot over the week, he had a gut feeling that tonight would be his night.

He was starting his move to follow her but as bright fluorescent light cast light on the female in interest, he suddenly stopped. No. Not his type. He thought to himself as he resumed his position in the shadows. Hours ticked by, a few more people walked past unaware of the presence near the shadow of the walls. His hands were tucked inside his pockets the dark coat seemingly swallowing his hand. Carefully he felt the slender form of the syringe he has inside. He patted it lightly, assuring himself it's still there while looking intently at the elevator.

Finally, he sees another female emerging from the elevator doors. Her heels clapped against the concrete, its sound echoing off the walls. Her blonde hair in a tight ponytail suited her corporate attire as she soothed the dark pencil skirt while walking towards her car. He smirked to himself, as he took a careful step forward, adding a gap between his back and the wall he was pressed up against but remained within the shadows by the wall. He smirked to himself as the thought of hearing those heels clap faster against the concrete came over his mind. It would be only a matter of time until she inevitably falls. They always end up like that based on his experience. He continued to walk along the walls of the parking area until the shadows could no longer hide him. Once, he was out of the shadows he pulled out the syringe from his coat pocket barely giving it a glance as his eyes were trained on the young woman just a few feet away from him, who was now currently opening the door of her car. He can hear her talking with both her hands jiggling the car door open. He was a bit disappointed that her car was close to the elevators. He had hoped to get a sprint out of her. But he wasn't going to ponder on the thought too long as he neared her.

"I know, I know. I'm on my way." The young woman said to a Bluetooth earpiece as she finally managed to open the car door, her body making a move to slip inside. "Geez. It's not my fault. My boss tends to give the most ridiculous projects at the insane hours when one should probably be on their way home. I'm not saying anything degrading about your company but it's like he – " He didn't waste time and struck the needle on the side of her neck. The young woman quickly turned around sagging against the car with a hand to her neck the other holding the car door open and soon for support. She looked at the figure who held the door open looking as if he'd been escorting her back to her car all along. He smiled gently at her as the woman tried to open her mouth and scream but whatever he shot her with made her lose consciousness right away.

When the young woman regained her consciousness she was welcomed with the sight of a spinning room. The logical part of her pointed out that rooms don't spin. Unless it was some kind of carnival ride then that could be an explanation as to why the room was spinning. It took her a few blinks before her vision cleared up. Wherever she was, it was too dark too see. The only light came from a small slit at the door like where a food tray could be slipped in. Her shoulder felt sore as she had been lying on her side for a few hours. The floor was cold and damp with a few bits and pieces of concrete chipping off. She tried to move but suddenly discovered that her hands were tied behind her back, so were her legs. The next thing that came into her head was to shout, call anyone for help. "Hello?! HELP! Can anyone hear me?!" She continued to yell, wiggling around, anything to try to get up, to try to get the ropes loose but to no avail. She continued to call out until a voice in the dark made her freeze. "No one can hear you. Believe me, I tried." The voice seemed to come out from the other side of the room. But the darkness only allowed her to see movement. "W-where are we?" She asked her voice cracking for as she angled her body against the wall to get another chance at sitting up.

"I don't know." The voice belonged to a female that much she can recognize. She wasn't pleased with the other woman's answer. She tried to sit up and only managed to do it after a few more tries. It already took a lot out of her. "How long have you been in here?" She asked again, leaning against the cold war

"A few hours. You were already here when I woke up." The young woman swallowed, wincing at the dryness of her throat. What is going on? Her thoughts raced trying to remember the events that led her up to here. She just got off work, well, skipping work having meant to bring home her work instead of spending the night in her office while she worked on some project given to her by her boss but as soon as she almost got into her car when she felt a prick against her skin and turned around to see a man standing there before she blacked out.

"What's your name?" The voice asked, sounding small, as if she's far away when in fact they were on only a few feet apart. With her back against the wall and her eyes finally adjusting into the dark she swallowed for the second time trying to moisten her dry throat.

"Lorna, you?" She asked the other girl. Slowly a figure emerged from the shadows. The other woman looked like someone who'd gone through hell, her hair in a tight ponytail, messy from her apparent struggle. Her clothes were also in bit disarray. She must've put one hell of a fight. The top two buttons of her bright pink sweater was popped open, her skirt torn. It wasn't until she noticed that the other woman was barefooted did she look at her own feet and found herself barefooted as well. Like her, she also has her hands tied behind her and her ankles bound as well. Lorna wondered if she looked similar to this woman in front of her. Perhaps even worst. The other woman's eyes met hers as she replied.

"Felicity. Felicity Smoak."

Well, what do you think? Reviews would be really lovely. :3