Kovar's Cruelty
Disclaimer: I thought this up awhile back during season 5's flashbacks but never got around to it until now.
A lone, shirtless figure stumbled about in the Glades as the Sun shone over head. Mindless of the stares he was getting from those around him as he stumbled about as he neared an exit out of the Glades that would take him into the city proper. "I failed. I failed them all." Mumbled the unshaven man as he continued on while seemingly not realizing he had a gun in one hand.
One given to him courtesy of Konstantin Kovar as he hoped the foolish American would use it on himself to escape the Red Death's effects on him. "No, no matter what I do. I just fail and hurt people. Get them KILLED BECAUSE OF IT!"
There were people speaking to him, people that those in the Glades couldn't see as the ones tormenting Oliver were in his head. Courtesy of Kovar's little friend known as the Red Death. Suddenly, the man stopped in his tracks and looked at seemingly nothing. "You're right… I should just shoot myself as it really is the only way to make up for everything..."
"It'll make it all better." Mumbled the unshaven man as he put the gun to his temple and closed his eyes in preparation of what he was about to do.
Unfortunately, he found himself hitting the ground rather painfully as the gun he'd been holding clattered away. "NO! I HAVE TO DO IT! ITS THE ONLY WAY TO MAKE UP FOR ALL I'VE DONE!" Screamed out the man.
Not realizing he'd been stopped by one Quentin Larry Lance, who now a days, was wearing his old uniform as he'd been demoted from his Detective rank due to his drunken habits. Habits that had seen him saying some rather nasty things to Thea Queen once upon a time. Things Moira had found out about and in her fury, cost the man his Detective shield. Something that still pissed him off more then anything. "Yeah? Well, I can't let you do that." Retorted Lance and then felt his eyes widening as despite the unshaven appearance, he managed to recognize who he was keeping from killing himself.
"Oliver Queen!? What the Hell!?"
But the other man paid him no mind as he began to cry. "I have to, I have to die! Give me the gun! Shado! Akio! I'm so sorry!"
"Jesus, Kid." And Lance had thought the Dollmaker situation was the most screwed up, nightmare inducing thing he'd been witness too.
But this was coming in closely to that as the little bastard was managing to worry the Hell out of him with how he was sounding. Which was the last thing he wanted to feel as he'd rather be beating the ever loving crap out of the little bastard for what happened to his little girl. But his job to the public came first before his own personal feelings. Or so Pike and that damned therapist said anyway. Rolling him over, he quickly cuffed Oliver and pulled him up and had to keep a good grip on him in order to prevent the bastard from getting away. "NO! Don't deserve to live! They're right! They all are!"
"Yeah, yeah, you can sleep it off in a cell." Grumbled the former Detective as he roughly put Oliver in the back of his cruiser and then made sure to grab the gun he'd been about to use.
Once that was done, he drove off to get Queen to a nice little cell where he could sleep off whatever he was on. Neither of them knowing that in the crowd, was a few of Kovar's men discretely filming the whole thing with the intention of sending it to the news stations of the city so that the whole city would know of what happened. If only to further twist the metaphorical knife in Oliver's back so that Kovar could have his revenge against the American who dared to interfere with HIS plans.
Author's Notes: Probably could have done more with the mental anguish but hopefully I've done a decent amount regardless. And no, I currently have no intentions of continuing this. But plans always change.