Okay so I know I said I would update once a week but I decided since I left the chapter on such a big cliff hanger I would just write one more chapter for this week. But that's it! Lol, no more until next week now. Us college students gotta study But just a warning this chapter contains scenes of violence and torture so be forewarned. But I hope you enjoy and I hope you like this concept. Thanks again for checking it out and see you guys in the next chapter. Feel free to read and review and love all my readers!
Felicity woke up to a splitting headache. How late did I stay up last night? She wondered to herself as her eyes began to adjust to the light. Slowly her vision cleared and she was able to make out three human shaped fingers. They had on freaky masks and she tried backing up but found she was chained to her seat. Events of running for her life flashed through out her brain and she gasped.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want with me?" She asked calmly trying to keep a composed appearance.
"Why silly, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," said the blonde. "Once a year we pick a random victim who stays here and we have a little fun. " She had taken a seat on the couch and began playing with a knife. The knife looked very familiar and after a second felicity recognized it to be the knife she had used to protect herself against the black haired woman. She looked over in the woman's direction to see her arm had been wrapped up.
"Fun? Why does your definition of fun have violence and murder? Why couldn't you have just knocked on my door and be like 'Yo girl you like to play scrabble?' and I would've been like 'yeah girl wanna play?'? Now that would have been some f…" Felicity said before the man slapped her in the face.
"Shut up!" He demanded. He laughed and said, "See, now that's fun."
"Why have I never heard of people being killed up here then?" Felicity wondered. "Because if people were dying once a year I wouldn't have probably stayed up here. No offense guys you seem super nice and all but I rather not get killed."
"Well you see we make up these things called cover stories. We will send out emails to loved ones saying things like 'something came up and I had to travel to blah blah blah, be home soon love you' or something like that. Then we dump the body near wherever they were 'heading to' and you will hear about it in the news. They never assume it has anything to do with the lake house so it's never mentioned. Plus we are really good at cleaning up," the dark haired woman said. She seemed really pissed at Felicity.
Felicity was praying that Diggle or Oliver or somebody from team arrow was on their way. She didn't know what time it was or if anyone was even coming at all. Her best bet was to stall until she found a way to escape.
"How long have you guys been doing this?" Felicity asked trying to slip out of her restraints unseen.
"You will be our five year anniversary," the man explained. His masked creeped Felicity out.
"Now let's see. We knocked out your cell service before you could contact anyone, so no one is coming to save you. We totaled your car so there is no way you could out run all of us on foot. Oh and you are chained down and injured so there is no way you can get out of here. So why don't you quit stalling that way we can get down to business. Kimberly, give Ann the knife. She needs to level out the playing field," the man said to Kimberly.
Holy Crap they are going to stab me and kill me and Omg I can't escape! They are going to kill me! Oliver is going to find my dead body here! Well at least they don't know I contacted someone so maybe he will show up before they send my loved ones an email saying I went to the Grand Canyon ! I can imagine it now;
Dear Oliver,
I am having so much fun on this vacation that I am extending it. Heading to the Grand Canyon See you in a few days!
Love Felicity
"I have to say blondie, out of all our victims over the past five years you have brought us the most fun. No one has ever fought back. Isn't that right Ann?" The man said as Ann approached Felicity.
She turned toward him and flipped him off. "Shut it Damon. I wanna gut this bitch for stabbing me. No one stabs me!" She turned her attention back to Felicity. "Now where should I start? How about here?"
Felicity screamed as Ann stabbed her in the arm. "Please stop," Felicity cried. Her arm was throbbing and tears slipped down her cheek.
"Oh honey we are just getting started."
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"Diggle, I still haven't found the lake house Felicity is staying in. The GPS was wrong!" Oliver said through his ear piece. He had been riding around for about thirty minutes now where the GPS had said Felicity was staying.
"I don't know Oliver. That's the address she gave me in case of emergency. Do you need Roy and me to come out there and help you? I know I hate sitting on the sideline when Felicity is possibly in danger," Diggle said wanting to be out there with Oliver.
"No you guys should stay there. If it's nothing too bad I don't want you guys to have rushed out here for nothing," Oliver replied.
"And what if it is something Oliver?"
"Then I'll radio you or Roy. Alright I'm going to keep searching for her lake house, I'll radio you if I find something," Oliver said hanging up. He drove around for about fifteen more minutes when he swore he smelt smoke. Looking around he saw a dim light in the distance. He slowly weaved his motorcycle through the trees and came across a car.
The car looked to be a Mini Cooper, very similar to if not Felicity's Mini Cooper. A dim fire raged on the hood of the car and Oliver quickly snuffed it out. The tires looked as if they had been in a slasher film and the front end of the car was bent around a tree. The driver's side door was open and after looking inside, Oliver could see blood on the steering wheel.
Oliver quickly radioed Diggle and told him what he had found. Oliver told Roy and Dig that he might need them after all and told them to head this way. After hanging up Oliver decided to follow the direction that the car seemed to be heading when it crashed. Oliver found spikes a couple hundred feet away from the car.
"Well that explains the tires," Oliver mumbled as he maneuvered around the spikes. He continued along the faint trail of tire tracks until he came upon a lake house. "Finally," he mumbled. He parked his bike and crept around the house, trying to see if he could find a good vantage point to observe what was going on inside the house before he charged in. There was a humongous window to what seemed to be the living room.
Getting far enough away to not be seen from inside, he pulled out binoculars and looked inside the house. Felicity sat in a chair. She seemed to be chained down and surrounded by three people. One seemed to have a knife. Felicity's arm looked bloodied and it looked like she might have a concussion.
Oliver tried to radio Dig but all he got in return was static. "Well I guess it's just me." He quickly ran back to his bike and geared up. He put on his uniform, grabbed his bow and arrows, and headed back to the big window. He aimed an arrow at the female with the knife and fired.
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Felicity didn't know how much more she could handle. They were taking there sweet time torturing her. Honestly she wished that they had killed her already. This slow torture hurt like hell and every time she would cry out or wince they would laugh and make fun of her.
"I'm starting to get bored Damon," Ann wined. "Can I start cutting off her finger or something? She isn't crying out enough."
"In all due time Ann. She rented the place for three days. If we rush it we won't be able to enjoy ourselves," Damon answered.
"What about one finger?" She pleaded. "I'll even make it the pinky?"
Damon rolled his eyes. "Fine but if she passes out it won't be as fun."
Ann walked over to Felicity and she trembled in fear. "Please you don't have to do this. I'll give you money, anything you want but please don't do this," Felicity begged. Her sobs made her body shake. She kept mumbling please as Ann moved closer.
"Maybe if you didn't stab me I would have waited till tomorrow to remove some appendages, but you really pissed me off blondie," Ann said standing right in front of Felicity. She dangled the knife over Felicity's fingers and said, "This little piggy went to market, This little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none, and this little piggy," she said putting the knife on Felicity's pinky finger, " went wee wee wee all the way hom…"
She was about to slam the knife on her pinky when the sound of glass breaking and Ann crying out in pain relieved the pressure of the knife. Ann had a green arrow lodged in her knife arm.
"What the hell?" Kimberly shouted. Another arrow flew and hit Ann in the leg. She fell to the ground and Damon and Kimberly dove behind the couch for cover. Felicity smiled and stifled a laugh.
"What's so funny?" Damon demanded.
"You're all screwed," Felicity said giggling. She was relieved that Oliver had made it.
"What you know this shooter?" Kimberly demanded outraged.
"Maybe," Felicity remarked feeling confident.
Just then Kimberly and Damon glanced at each other. "Radio him Damon."
Felicity furrowed her eyebrows. "Radio who? "
"Kimberly set up the distraction and I'll make the signal," Damon instructed the blonde. Kimberly crawled over to the groaning Ann and stole the knife out of her hands. Slowly she crept behind Felicity and held the knife up to her neck. She looked at Damon and nodded her head.
"Now Clay," Damon said into the radio he pulled out of his pocket. Just then a noise that made Felicity's stomach drop sounded in the distance. A chainsaw revved outside the window. Felicity gulped nervously.
"Not laughing anymore are you? If he doesn't find you shooter friend in the next ten minutes he's coming for you. Your three days will become one," Damon informed Felicity.
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Oliver was preparing to storm the house and take out the last two freaks before he heard the chainsaw. Looking around in every direction, he couldn't seem to find the source of the nerve racking sound. Just then he felt a sharp pain in his lower back and pulled out a small knife. Thankfully his reinforced uniform took most of the damage, but the blade still stung.
He then turned in the direction from where the knife came from and saw no one. The sound of the chainsaw came to a halt and Oliver heard a thwoosh and felt a knife hit him in the left thigh. Yet again the suit's heavy armor stopped the major damage.
"Stop hiding in the shadows! Show your face!" Oliver shouted his bow ready to fire. It was silent for a moment until he heard breathing behind him. Before he could even react Oliver was picked up and thrown at a tree. The chainsaw was brought to life once again and was headed straight for Oliver. The man wielding the machinery was a man that looked like he could lift a truck. He had to be at least seven feet tall and probably weighed at least three hundred pounds. He wore a mask that Oliver had only seen in horror movies.
Oliver quickly recovered and fired an arrow straight into his arm. It seemed like this man was a brick house because he barely even winced as he continued after Oliver. Oliver rolled away and quickly fired off another arrow towards the man. It hit his other arm and the man seemed to just keep coming.
Oliver fired several more arrows into the man's legs and arms until it finally brought the man to his knees. Oliver grabbed a rock and knocked the man out. He then headed back to his vantage point.
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"What is taking Clay so long? He should be bringing that shooter's dead body in by now piece by piece," Kimberly said becoming impatient. "Damon my arm is getting tired."
"Kimberly shut it, I'm trying to help Ann. Clay is fine, he will be back any second," Damon responded tending to the injured Ann. "Bring the blonde into the bedroom and if she tries anything slit her throat. I'll be in there in a minute."
Kimberly quickly got to work undoing Felicity's chains. After a minute, Felicity was free of her restraints. Kimberly yanked up on Felicity's hair and forced her to stand up. She dragged Felicity into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Felicity sat up on the bed and tried to figure out a game plan.
Just then a cry of pain was heard from the living room distracting Kimberly momentarily. Felicity took the opportunity and grabbed the book off the nightstand beside the bed. Kimberly heard the noise and looked at Felicity.
"Stop moving bitch," Kimberly commanded. Just then the door flew open to reveal a green hood. Felicity took the distraction and hit Kimberly in the back of the head as hard as she could with the book. Kimberly fell to the floor, passed out.
"Oliver?' Felicity said feeling light headed.
"Felicity, oh thank God," Oliver said running over to her. She began falling and he caught her. "Hey you are going to be okay. You hear me? You are safe now Felicity." He coaxed her as he sat them both on the bed. There Felicity broke down and cried on Oliver's shoulder. Oliver kept brushing his fingers through her hair whispering words of encouragement to her.