Chapter One

Author: LexysCPD
Words: 1,052
Disclaimer: I don't own this awesome show.
Author's Note: This is my first Arrow fanfic. My favorite character is Thea, and I'm excited to see her become a badass in the show. This is going to be AU to season 3, because we don't know much yet. The writers and creators are keeping this season hush hush. Anyways, enjoy.

Updated: September 19, 2014

Thea Queen, or Merlyn, she really didn't know anymore, stared at the vase in front of her.

The vase that she was to destroy in a few seconds. The vase that was metaphorically her life, her old life. Everything that went bad, everyone who wronged her. She was going to destroy that life, and start new. She wasn't going to be the Thea Queen they all knew, Oliver's kid sister, Roy's girlfriend, Miora's daughter. She was going to be Thea Merlyn, the Dark Archer's daughter, Tommy's sister, someone who wants revenge on the one person who ruined her life, the Arrow.

Malcolm Merlyn, although tried to destroy the Glades, he never wronged her personally. He never lied to her, kept things from her. Although she did not trust him, he was all she had left. He was the only one who knew what she wanted. He was the only one who could help her.

He had been training her. Making her stronger. It had been a few months since she disappeared. Malcolm said this was the last step to accepting her future.

Malcolm walked around her, staring at her kneeling form. He watched her clench the sword tight. He watched her as she tensed.

"Oliver Queen kept secrets from you. He knew Slade. He knew the man that killed your mother. He knew that the man was a horrible man. He let that man in your house. He let the man into your lives. He could have stopped your mother's death, but didn't."

Thea glared at the vase, tears in her eyes. She thought about her brother, her brother that knew who true father was. Her brother wasn't her brother anymore, but a stranger in her brother's body. He wanted to help her. He always told her that, but she didn't want his advice. She didn't want him lecturing her. She just wanted her brother; to spend time with, to reminisce about the past with. But he wasn't there. That first year, when he lectured her about the alcohol and drugs, it wasn't the same. He drank for his image. Because he was reckless. He didn't care about anything. But when she drank and did those drugs, it was because that was the only way she could deal with her father's, no, her step-father and half-brother's death. He didn't understand, and he couldn't understand.

"Roy Harper lied to you. He made you promises that he did not keep. He didn't trust you. If I'm correct, he cheated on you. He has hurt you, Thea. He can't be trusted."

Roy had promised her that he would stop trying to get to vigilante. He would stop trying to fight crime. But he didn't. And when she found the arrows, her heart broke into pieces. She didn't know what other secrets he was keeping from her. She was tired of people lying to her. She did not need to be protected.

"Felicity Smoak, John Diggle didn't even try to help you. They are close to Oliver, closer than you are to your own brother. Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, when was the last time they looked your way? Remember when Laurel helped you. When you could go to her? But you can't. Not anymore. She betrayed you, she betrayed Tommy."

Thea had tears streaming down her face. She wiped her tears, as she saw the truth of what he was saying. Of what everyone had done.

"And the Arrow. He took Roy from you. He put his life in danger. He couldn't save your mother, Tommy. They died because of him. It was because of him all this happened. It was because of him, you are here. He is who you must stop. He is in the center of all this, Thea."

Thea stood up and with the sword, but divided the vase in half. She was breathing heavily, and her hands gripped the handle as tightly as she could.

Malcolm smirked as he watched her. He was training her. He was studying her. Molding her to become the perfect daughter, his perfect prodigy.

"I think you are ready," he whispered, as he walked out the room. Thea didn't look at him. She stared the destroyed vase. She felt different. She felt like she was a new person. Like the weight was taken off her shoulders.

Malcolm returned to the room and stood next to his daughter. He had a case on his hands. He looked down and told Thea to open it. Inside was a bow. She gently touched it. She looked up at her biological father (Robert was her father, and no one was going to replace him. She wasn't his child, but he still cared for her, and she was grateful for that).

"This is for you. I got it made when I found out you were my daughter," Malcolm grabbed the bow and threw the case down. He offered it to his child, the only child he had left. He wanted his son to be his prodigy, but Tommy didn't want to be like his father. He wasn't in the right mindset, but his daughter was. His daughter was at the end of her rope and easy to manipulate.

She grabbed the bow and seemed mesmerized by it. She looked up at Malcolm, not sure what she had to do with it.

"I know you can use a bow. I was there at the competitions. I want you to practice it. I want you to help me bring down the Arrow, for Tommy. He didn't save your brother. He let him die."

Thea looked down. She liked how the bow felt in her hands. She ran her finger through the string.

"Will you join me? Be by my side, show the Arrow what a father-daughter duo can do?"

Thea frowned. She looked up at Malcolm. She saw the pride in his eyes. He was proud of her; he wanted her by his side.

Oliver didn't want her to by his side. She felt like he didn't want her in his life. Roy didn't fight enough to have her in his life, with the lying and cheating stunt.

She nodded. She forced her eyes to look up at her father. She nodded again. "I'll join you. I'll help you bring the Arrow down."