I hate Laurel Lance with a burning passion of my soul. She should die, must die. Small one shot to make the laurel haters happy.

Oliver was fuming, he told Laurel that she didn't belong in the field because she wasn't a good enough fighter, but she wouldn't give up. She was even taking boxing lessons from some sketchy guy that he did not trust in any way shape or form, they even seemed in a relationship which in a way got on Oliver's nerves. So tonight he decided to do something about it.

He walked down to where Laurel was training with sketchy man, he pulled out his classic suckerpunch arrow and it hit right in the guy's face taking him to the ground.

He smirked. "K.O."

"Oliver! What are you doing here?" Laurel yelled in her stupidly loud and annoying voice.

"It's time you learned not to defy me." He said getting closer to the one he had once called his lover.

"What are you talking about?" She asked taking steps away from him.

"You will never be the hero Laurel, that's my job. You belong in an office with your 'Daddy' doing things the 'right' way."

Oliver took out an arrow and shot it at Laurel's heart, but she put her hand in the way causing the arrow to penetrate her hand. Oliver didn't wait for her to pull it out and shout another finding it's way into her heart. She looked up at Oliver wonder what she had deserved to have this happen to her.

Oliver then hung up her not quite dead body and placed a bucket under it. He had always wanted to try out a pagan sacrifice style. He cut her throat letting the blood leak into the bucket, he then saw a bucket of white paint and decided what coloured paint would look like. After waiting for the former attorney to bleed out he poured some of the blood into the paint can and mixed it around. walking home he pulled out a brush and got to work on his bland walls. The colour was like nothing he had ever seen before, a shade of red that had never been achieved before.

He smiled knowing that he no longer had to worry about the pain in the ass named Lauren Lance.