A/N- Hey Everyone, this is my first story so I don't really think that my writing style is going to be the best so if anyone has tips or constructive criticism I would gladly appreciate it. Also, even though I have a slight outline to the plot I am welcome to suggestions as to what should happen. I would also be grateful if someone could help me think of a name because I am terrible at them, at the moment I am just calling her grey. I also do not have any experience with schizophrenia, I know about it and have done research but I don't mean to offend anyone and if you have any problems with the different symptoms that she has please tell me.

Finally, the story begins one year after Oliver Queen returns to Star(ling) city but will have flashbacks starting from one year and a half before he returns. Does that make sense? I don't even know anymore. Lets just say it begins around the start of S2.

Thanks for reading!

Blaine (I'm a girl btw)

The air whipped my hair over my eyes. Probably for the best, I have never liked heights and about 80ft down from me was the raging waters of the Triscan river. This was it. After my 2 years of counseling and psychiatric evaluations it all came down to this. I've always had bad ideas but this probably topped it, I'd left a letter, said some goodbyes and now I was here. My family won't miss me, I'm a problem for them, I could see in my parents eyes the disappointment when they tell people that their eldest daughter has schizophrenia. I shouldn't dwell on this long though; the longer I stand here the more attention I draw to myself. I just have to fall...

SC Jitters-19:50

"The normal for me please." Oliver came in on weekends and every time he would order the same trio of drinks.

"An Americano, Latte and Hot Chocolate coming right up!" I say smiling back at him. It would probably make me wonder why the billionaire playboy would come to a small coffee shop in the glades all the time if I didn't already know the answer.

Oliver Queen is the Arrow and his base in Verdant is just next door. He thinks he is so good at guarding that secret but for me, it is plain as day. The way he walks, the way he constantly looks like he thinks someone is going attack him. That's why I worry he knows who I am, it takes one to know one. His exit is my cue to leave at exactly 8:00pm ,like normal, my shift at SC Jitters is over.

As I unlock the door to my flat I realise something is wrong, I recognise the heat signature along my arm immediately. Everyone's is different and this one is Ra's Al Ghul. "What are you doing here?" I ask cautiously stepping into my apartment.

"I don't see why you chose to live in this dump instead of Nanda Parbat Ms Clayton. I came to deliver some jobs to you, I thought I would check up on you myself. It's great having an army to run errands but sometimes you need to do things yourself, don't you?" I have always wondered why the League of Assassins don't just use phones, it seems a little invasive how they can just turn up on your doorstep.

"I don't need checking up on thank you," he hands me a couple of files, "and I told you my name is Alex Cotterell, I had to change it after the accident. Now if you don't mind, please may you leave and I can get on with doing my job."

He nods quickly before making his way out the door, smirking. Why did I ever think of joining the League? I wanted to get away from the killing but I just dug myself in it deeper. On the list are Harry Pavrey, leader of Pavrey Industries, and his partner/brother John Pavrey. I would do them both in one night so I could take away the pain of one mourning but I'm too tired, I need sleep.

The Arrow Cave-20:36

" ...he was found dead in his hotel room at 1am this morning, his guards unable to protect him. SCPD have come up with conclusion that this can only be the doing of the assassin known as Killstreak who has, over the last two and a half years, been terrorising Starling City. The cops are..." The sound of the news broadcast dulls as attention in the room turns to Mr. Diggle.

"We need to stop this guy," he exclaims," he's killing innocent people!"

"We have tried Dig, in fact Killstreak has been an ongoing case since I started fighting crime in this city. He's too good, Felicity have you got anything from the cameras on the hotel?" Oliver's frustrated voice is shadowed by the foreboding look on his face.

"Not him, her. Look at this!" She stares at the image on the screen of a woman fighting against some guards. She wears a black cape with a teal inside that matches a mask worn across her eyes. A black suit, with knives slotted around her waist and two attached to her upper arms, fitted underneath. The others crowd around.

"And I have figured something else out. John Pavrey is only the co-owner of Pavrey Industries his brother, Harry, is the other. If Killstreak was targeting John, there is a good chance she will go after Harry."

"Well it looks like this man needs protecting," Oliver claimed," Dig, suit up. Felicity, well done."

Harry Pavrey's house-22:20

I count seven people by the heat radiating through the walls. This should be an easy in and out job, though you can never tell. Jumping down from my perch, I land swiftly next to the back door and looking through, I see Harry Pavrey sat talking with his wife. If I do this correctly no one else will have to die tonight.

Alex you know full well everything will go to crap and you will kill everyone. 'Can't you just shut up for once.' You know I can't.

I pull out an explosive which I attach to the door and get ready to throw the knife. 3...2...1 BANG. The glass in the door shatters falling over the marble floor and I jump through at the same time a guard rushes in, flustered.

'Damn it, that was way to fast, he must have been positioned in the hall' Told you. 'Not a good time.'

The knife I aimed lodged straight into his chest and the guard fell to the ground. "Please, don't hurt me I have a ch-child and a wife. P-please I'll pay you anything, I just lost my..." Harry Pavrey's last words were uttered under terrified, rapid breaths. I should leave, the wife has already phoned the cops and there is no reason to kill her.

The cleaner's gonna have a hard day tomorrow, you never think of others, do you? 'Oh well try and guess who I got it from!'

"Stop right there!" I turn and see the Arrow standing behind me, poised and ready to shoot,"Who were you talking to?"

"You wouldn't believe me," I say, a smile creeping along my face. Side effect of having a sociopath living permanently living in your head. "Now, I don't want to hurt you and I'm sure we all have places to be so..."

"You're not leaving!" Oliver shouts.

"Well I'm afraid this can only end one way," I reply.

Yes! We finally get to fight the Arrow, this gonna be fun. 'For you, maybe. I don't want to fight a friend' Oliver Queen is NOT our frien...

I narrowly dodge an arrow as it zooms past my face and lock eye contact with The Arrow as he runs towards me.

'That was your fault' Seriously, you're blaming this on me. You were the one not paying attention. 'Have I ever told you that I hated you'

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