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At this point, I would normally leave an author's note, but that would kind of spoil the chapter. I will leave the author's note at the end of the chapter instead.

Iron Heights Prison

Night

Team Arrow was currently held immobile by Damien Dark's powers, unable to move an inch. Meanwhile, Darhk was giving the typical villainous monologue as he explained how he had figured out how Oliver was the Green Arrow.

"now, my guys and I are going to walk out of here, "Darhk said as he waved his hands and Speedy and Spartan were roughly slammed into the wall, slumping to the floor unconscious, "Now, you can either follow us, unwisely might I add, or you can do something more useful. You were unwise to leave Ms. Smoak unguarded."

"What have you done to her?!" Green Arrow snarled viciously with Black Canary looking worried.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing. But one of my Hive agents is on his way to the loft you used to live in. I'd hate to think what he might be doing to her," Darhk said and Green arrow sneered at her, "now, I'm going to leave, and you have to choices: you can try and stop me or you can try to save the woman you love. It's your choice."

Darhk dropped his hold on the two vigilantes and walked out of the room. Green Arrow made no move to stop him and Black Canary didn't either, knowing she couldn't stop Darhk on her own. After a moment, Green arrow looked over at her and she nodded in understanding. They couldn't stop Darhk, not right now with his powers back and without a plan. But they could try and save one of their own.

The loft

Later

Team Arrow burst into the loft, frantically looking around for Felicity. With a nod from Green Arrow, they moved out. Spreading throughout the loft, they looked for Felicity or any sight of Hive. Green Arrow rounded a corner and stopped short. Felicity was on the ground, lying in a pool of her own blood. Rushing forward, Green Arrow kneeled down and took her in his arms. She opened her eyes and stared at him for a second.

"Ol..i..ver." She managed before the light left her eyes.

"Felicity, Felicity! No..Noooo!" Oliver shouted in denial.

Star City cemetery, a few days later

Afternoon

"Ollie." Laurel said as she walked up behind him as he stood at the grave.

"I don't want to talk right now Laurel." Oliver said coolly.

"I know. But…when you do, I'm here." Laurel said softly.

"I know…thank you." Oliver said as he sighed.

Laurel nodded before walking away. Oliver stood there for a moment, staring down at the grave stonily before walking off.

Bar in the glades

Later in the afternoon

Oliver sat at the bar, nursing an untouched glass of scotch. In his hand he had a picture of Felicity that he was staring at. The bartender noticed this and decided to give some advice.

"Whoever she is, she's not worth it man." He said.

"She died in a pool of her own blood." Oliver said blankly.

"Oh…I'm sorry." The bartender said awkwardly and remorsefully.

The bartender went to the back and three men walked into the bar. These were no ordinary men; they were former members of the disbanded League of Assassins. Quickly locating Oliver, they walked over to him and handed him a piece of paper. Taking it, Oliver looked down at it and frowned.

"Not a lot of names." Oliver noted.

"When Nyssa al Ghul disbanded the League, its members scattered to parts unknown. These were all that we found." One of the former assassins told him.

"I want more names." Oliver ordered.

"Look," the former assassin leaned down and got in Oliver's face, "do you have any idea how hard it was to even get these names? Considering you are partially responsible for the League being disbanded, maybe you should find them yourse-"

Before he could finish that sentence, Oliver was on the move. Faster than they could blink, Oliver stood up, grabbed him by his hair,, and slammed his head down on the bar. He was also slammed on Oliver's glass, which shattered and the assassin was rendered unconscious. Oliver looked over at the other two and they backed up in fear of the look in his eyed. It was of a killer, a killer who would kill them if they didn't give him what he wanted.

"You know who you work for now," Oliver said coolly and they frantically nodded, "I want more names. It's time for the League to come back."

"What's the objective, sir?" one of the assassins asked uncertainly.

Oliver looked back down at the bar. Next to the unconscious assassin, Felicity's picture stood untouched. Her face smiled up at him and Oliver felt his resolve strengthen. He turned back to them, feeling a fire fill him.

"Vengeance." Oliver said firmly.

So, I am sorry if this makes any Felicity or Olicity fans mad. But honestly, this is who I thought should have been in the grave, for logic's sake. We were promised a game changing death but Laurel didn't fit the bill. No disrespect to Laurel meant, I actually like her, but for the past two seasons, the show's plot has usually revolved around Olicity. This has gotten to the point that Oliver, Felicity, and to a lesser extent, Diggle are the only people on the show that matter anymore. I mean, can you imagine what would have happened on the show if Felicity, who has been Oliver's light for the past season, two seasons, would have died? Can you imagine the darkness that would have erupted from Oliver? Personally, I would have liked to see that.

So, please leave any thoughts or comments you may have in a review. Feedback is welcome, but hate mail is not.