Chapter 2:
The sun streamed in, blinding him temporarily...he reached around for something to grasp, but then stopped momentarily. His head throbbed painfully and he felt himself roll over and felt the inviting touch of his sheets. 'What happened', he thought to himself, and then remembered the man decked in black. Where was he and why was he in his room? The most pressing question was also what he had been injected with. He felt around on his back and felt a sore spot, but no arrow or dart. 'The man must have removed it' he thought. But why did the Man In Black inject him with it in the first place? Was the MIB trying to hide or place something in his room? Or was he just being paranoid and was this all just a horrible dream? Despite his conscience, he decided that he would search the room, looking for anything that seemed out of place. After searching the majority of his room, he checked his bow and arrow case, and inside was a note that read "I know who you are, and I'm willing to talk, I can help you...with everything, I am here for you". The cryptic letter was written on an old piece of parchment, resembling the ones he wrote on in Lian Yu. The unsent letters he wrote on the island to his family, Laurel, and Tommy were reminders of the hell he experienced. Steering back into reality, Oliver examined the letter. The calligraphy was probably the best regal cursive he had ever seen and the unsigned letter only fueled his curiosity about the MIB. Deciding to clear his head, he threw on a pair of shorts and searched around for a pair of shoes. After spotting a pair of Asics Gel-Lyte 33 series, he wore a pair of long Underarmour socks. He then walked down the steps, and downed a glass of water and headed out the door.
The sun seemed to have calmed down and the wind grew aggravated, making it hard to run, but definitely not for Oliver Queen, who had been through hell and back. He stretched his calves and his torso and then proceeded in a slow, but steady jog. After a few minutes of warming up, he went to a fast paced run, going at about 11 miles per hour consistently for the next few miles. The wind swept at him, helping him forget about the MIB, the letter, his life, Lian Yu, and pretty much everything in his life. The next hour was blissful and Oliver's legs had no intention of giving up. He was free to escape...Starling city, his life, himself...but Thea needed him, his mom needed him... and he had unfinished business with the MIB. After another 3 hours of running, the sun started fading away. Oliver stopped in his tracks and looked around himself. Where was he? Definitely not in Starling City... he reached around for his phone, before remembering he had left it in his pants pocket in his room. He stood there, no cash, no phone and no idea where he was. After his heart rate returned to normal, he looked around and saw a restaurant and walked in. Some bells jingled behind him as the door closed behind them. A kind-looking African American woman wearing an apron greeted him. "Welcome to Mama Tias, what would you like to have?". "Oh umm...sorry, uh I don't have any money. I was just wondering if you had a phone that I could borrow", Oliver replied, slightly embarrassed. "Oh that's no problem hun, you lost? That's ok, Mama Tias will fix you right up", she said signalling towards herself. She produced a phone from a pocket in her apron and handed it to him. "Here's something hot to drink and a little bit of biscuits", she said setting a platter in front of him. "No, I can't, I'm sorry", Oliver replied, pushing the plate away. "Oh no, I insist hun", said Mama Tia, stubbornly pushing the platter back in front of him. After devouring the biscuits and tea, Oliver called Thea, who called Tommy who came to pick him up.
"Oliver, its really no bother at all", shouted Tommy through the loud music blasting through his new red sports car. Sitting in the shotgun, Oliver waved goodbye and mouthed a silent thank you to Mama Tia. After dialing down the music, Tommy questioned, "Besides, how exactly did you end up 8 miles away from home?" "I ran.", Oliver replied concisely. Nodding as if he actually cared, Tommy proceeded to taking a right turn at the junction. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a dark black sedan slammed straight into the expensive sports car.
A/N: So I started this two years ago and randomly decided to edit and update the fic. Let me know if there are any mistakes and all suggestions are welcome!