Felicity and Diggle ran after him. Or at least they tried to.
Oliver quickly weaved through the forest, in the trees above. But he saw no one. He saw nothing. He stopped. Then he crouched on the branch, his eyes narrowing at the forest floor. It was for him. It had to be. Not an ambush, he was sure of it, but he didn't understand.
He climbed down to the lowest branch and dropped to the ground. There was a rustle, and in a single breath, he had whipped around and aimed his bow, arrow at the ready. Felicity shrieked, and Oliver sighed, and lowered his bow. "Uh, thanks. You know, for not shooting me," she breathed. Dig came up, and looked suspiciously at the object. "I assume that's supposed to be here."
Oliver turned to look at the TV. It was smallish, battery powered, and had a bright yellow sticky note stuck to it. He walked over and picked it up. The note read:
Haven't seen you in a while.
Oliver got a small chill down his spine. This note seemed familiar, but he just couldn't place it. There was a circle drawn around the play button. Felicity and Dig stood net to him, peering curiously at the screen. Oliver exhaled and pressed play. The screen came to life, and one word popped up onto the screen. Remember?
Then it cut to a video. Oliver's blood ran cold and his heart pounded in his chest, his system flooded with fear. It was him, tied to that post, screaming as that Billy guy who tortured him cut into him. Felicity gasped, and covered her mouth, looking at Oliver in alarm. Diggle just looked sick. Then the video cut to another screen.
This time you're not leaving.
Edward Fyers.
Oliver dropped the TV thing, and backed away from it. He denied it. He couldn't be alive. No way. He's not. It's not possible. No. No, no no no no. No. Please, no.
"Oliver," Felicity said softly. Diggle looked at Oliver. Oliver shook his head. "No." Dig took a step toward him. "Oliver, why did you never say anything?" Oliver tried to keep his head. "I didn't..I don't...He can't be alive...I..," he panted. He choked back something. Most people would call it a sob or tears, but Oliver completely denied it.
"Oliver," Felicity said, pulling him into a hug. But he couldn't function. She looked at him. "Are you okay?" He shook his head. Dig exhaled. "Who is Edward Fyers?" Oliver looked at him alarm. Dig pointed to the TV. "Did he..was that him?" Oliver shook his head. Then he heard another rustle. He nocked an arrow, aiming it, and looking around wildly.
"What?" Oliver shook his head. He heard the person coming closer, and then Billy stepped out of the brush. Flickers of recognition shone in Diggle's eyes, and Felicity glanced at the TV. Billy just looked at Oliver. Oliver fired an arrow, and Billy dodged it. He kept walking and Oliver backed away, continuing to fire.
"Wait." Everyone froze, including Billy.
Fyers followed from where Billy appeared, wearing some sort of vest, and Oliver wasn't sure what to do, for the vest was thick enough to stop his arrows. "Oliver, Oliver, Oliver. Not such a playboy anymore. Are you?"