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It was raining. Gunshots rang through the air. The sound of Oliver's footsteps pounded against the pavement. Despite the chaos around him, all he could currently see was the Porsche speeding dangerously fast towards the edge of the pier—the Porsche that contained his Felicity.
When he arrived on the docks, the situation had escalated beyond his control and the only thing he could focus on was the man holding a weary Felicity in his grip. Her eyes found his immediately, just like they always have. Those beautiful green orbs held so many emotions, it pained Oliver to the core—fear, despair, regret, sadness, love, and defeat. It was this last emotion that Oliver refused to accept. They had finally found their way to each other, despite all the odds against them. There was no way he was going to let this monster of a man steal that from them. As if the man could hear Oliver's thoughts, he noticed him and sprang into action—calling all of his men's attention to the intruder on their business deal. Oliver was ready for this and began taking down each opponent one at a time with his bow. In hindsight, Oliver should have waited for Diggle and Speedy's backup, but there was no time to waste when it came to Felicity. As he was firing a bow precisely into a body guard's thigh, another one grabbed him from behind, pulling him into an iron-clad headlock.
"No, Oliver!" Felicity screeched. Through his blurry eyes Oliver watched as Felicity tried with all her might to loosen herself from her captor's grasp. She dug her heel into the top of the man's foot and shoved her elbow into his face. Despite Oliver's current struggle, he felt a surge of pride for the strength Felicity possessed. However, it was not enough to escape. A deafening shot rang out through the night and Felicity instantly dropped to her knees. Oliver saw red. He conjured enough strength to flip the man holding him over his back and onto his face on the pavement. He instantly turned to wear he saw Felicity fall, and once again found her in the grasp of the nemesis; only this time, there was a gun shoved into her left temple.
"Make one wrong move and the next bullet won't go into just her leg," the man snarled.
"How can you threaten her? Does she really mean that little to you?" Oliver inquired in shock.
The man smirked and replied, "You know that my line of work requires me to not feel the burdening emotions of a man. I have worked too hard to get my revenge. I will not let either of you stand in my way."
Oliver saw the desperation in the man's eyes. This made him dangerous and Oliver didn't want Felicity to be anywhere near him when he decided to make a move. He took note of her appearance—there was blood trickling down her leg from the fresh bullet wound in her thigh, a bruise was forming on her left cheek bone, and her glasses were broken. She was fading fast and Oliver needed to get her to a hospital.
"You have nowhere to run. Amanda Waller and all of A.R.G.U.S. have been made aware of your plans and in three minutes they will have this place surrounded. It's over; you will be going away for a long time. There's no need to bring her down with you," Oliver tried to reason with him.
The man looked wildly around, as if he felt the world slowly closing in on him. He shoved the gun further into Felicity's temple and she whimpered.
"On the contrary, Mr. Queen, if my life is to be taken away from me, then I shall take your life away from you."
The next events unfolded in a matter of seconds. The man began to drag Felicity to the Porsche that had been sitting behind them on the docks. As Oliver ran towards them without hesitation, the man shot off rounds to keep him from getting close enough to save Felicity. Over the gunshots, Oliver heard Felicity's voice ring out crystal clear,
"I love you, Oliver!" And then she was gone—shoved into the passenger seat out of his view. He sent arrow after arrow flying into the direction of the man he grew to hate most in this world. Arrow clashed with bullet, until one arrow stuck into the man's shoulder. He faulted only for a second before climbing into the driver's seat and peeling out of the open factory onto the docks.
As Oliver sprinted after the car, the sound of two choppers filled his ears. They had the docks surrounded and were shouting for all the Glades to hear,
"Damien Dark—we have you surrounded. Pull over the car and put your hands in the air."
Oliver cursed at their timing. There was no way for them to know that Felicity was in the car and they were dealing with a desperate man. Even if they were aware of the damsel-in-distress, Amanda Waller was not one to sympathize with hostages or let them stand in her way. There was nowhere for Damien to drive on the docks; perhaps, they had won.
Suddenly, without any warning, the car made a sharp turn onto the east pier, showing no signs of slowing down.
Oliver's heart dropped. Damien Dark was not going to be taken prisoner; he would rather go down in a blaze of glory than be trapped and put behind bars. The realization hit Oliver like a freight-train—Dark was going to drive the Porsche off the pier right into the bay. Felicity would be engulfed in frigid waters and trapped in a metal heap. He could not let that happen.
He ran faster than he ever had in his life:
Faster than when he was running from the dangers on Lian Yu.
Faster than he ran through the streets of Hong Kong to evade certain death.
Faster than he ran through Starling City to avoid capture by Captain Lance.
Faster than whatever dark fate that would unfold if he failed.
He was running towards Felicity.
Towards his best friend.
His partner.
His biggest fan.
His lover.
His soulmate.
And just recently, his fiancée.
He ran until his lungs felt like they would collapse and his legs felt like they would certainly give out.
He ran even when the Porsche flew off the edge of the pier and disappeared below the surface.
And then he was flying—diving off the pier into the icy waters to save the love of his life. Everything in him burned with determination and the hope, more like a prayer, that he wouldn't be too late.
He couldn't be.
What do you think? Please review! I was thinking of making this story 4-5 chapters depending on the feedback :)