Chapter 1:
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*Oliver and Felicity are sitting in the back of a limo, moments after Felicity accepts his marriage proposal.*
Felicity holds her hand up in the air, as she inspects her new engagement ring. There is a smile on her face that hasn't faltered for a single moment since Oliver asked her to become Mrs. Felicity Queen.
"Wow Oliver, you really outdid yourself. It's gorgeous. I love it, but not as much as I love you."
"It's not nearly as gorgeous as my fiancé, who only deserves the best, by the way. So that's what she'll get. Now until forever"
Oliver notices the limo coming to a stop, even though they are still several miles from home. He can tell something isn't right. It's a feeling in his gut, a 6th sense if you will. Cautiously, he rolls down the divider between him and the driver.
"What's going on?" he asks the driver.
He barely gets the question out of his mouth when there is a rapid succession of gunfire coming from all around. Glass begins to fly everywhere and Felicity begins to scream. It's obvious they're under attack.
"FELICITY GET DOWN! GET DOWN NOW!" yells Oliver as he jumps to shield Felicity's body with his own. The gunfire is still going on, and it's actually getting stronger. Oliver's primary concern is Felicity, so while he's shielding her, he is listening for her breathing. She is still breathing. "Thank God" he thinks to himself.
When it becomes apparent that the gunfire isn't going to stop anytime soon, Oliver realizes that he has to take action. If he doesn't, they'll both die. He can't bear the thought of Felicity dying because of him. So he jumps into action and climbs into the front seat and kicks open the driver's side door with his foot. The driver is dead, so he pushes his body out the door and takes his spot in the driver's seat. He puts the limo into drive and punches the gas with his right foot.
Once he's driving he takes a sharp left, and weaves in and out between buildings until the gunshots cease. He knows it was Damien Darhk who orchestrated this. It was obvious when he saw the men dressed in all black doing the shooting. Darhk would have to answer to Oliver, but for now Felicity was his primary concern. She hadn't made a sound in the past few minutes, so Oliver pulled the limo off to the side of an alley and hopped out. He ran for her door and opened it
"Felicity? Felicity! Are you okay? Talk to me baby!" but not a single word came from Felicity's lips. Something was terribly wrong. Felicity's body lay slumped over in the back seat, her body lifeless.
Oliver scooped her up and got her out of the limo. Oliver sat down on the concrete and draped Felicity's lifeless body across his lap. It was then that he noticed the blood. So much blood. Pouring from a wound in her stomach.
"Oh God. No. No, no, no. Felicity! Stay with me! Open your eyes! Breathe for me. Breathe, baby. I'm so sorry!" Oliver was in sheer panic mode. He couldn't lose her. Felicity was his life. The light that illuminated his darkness.
It was at that moment that Oliver knew he had made a grave mistake by underestimating Darhk. It was his fault that Felicity was lying lifeless in his arms. He would get his vengeance. But for now, he had to make sure Felicity survived.
"Hello? 911? I need an ambulance NOW! My fiancé has been shot. Please hurry"
*To be continued*