Four

Sophia swung the poles aiming at the makeshift target she had set up in the new hideout beneath her father's old warehouse. She was so angry and it consumed her no matter how hard she tried to stop it. Her mother tried to help but despite knowing that her mother understood it did nothing to stop the way she felt. She heard footsteps but knew instinctively who it was so she continued growing angrier until she took one final swing and broke the practice dummy.

"That won't help," her brother said acting like he was above her and it was starting to piss her off.

"You know Oliver I'm tired of listening to you. You stand there and act like I'm the only one that's angry but I'm not. You're angry and it consumes you but the difference is that you didn't lose a child nor did you lose the person you love. Laurel is alive and granted she doesn't like you but she still breathes. I don't have the same luxury," she told her twin turning a glare onto him seeing his wince.

"The list helps," he tried to tell her.

"The list is an excuse for you to be angry and justified about it. Our father wasn't some saint that you seem to make him out to be. He cheated repeatedly on our mother and despite all of that she loved him. I love him and he's gone. I am angry and nothing anyone does will fix it. I lost the man I love and my child so yes Oliver I am angry," Sophia yelled feeling like she was ready to break down once again but she refused to do it in front of her twin.

Oliver watched his twin sister walk out of the basement and sighed knowing that she was right in a way. The list was his mission to honor his father but he was angry and broken yet he pushed at Sophia for feeling the same way over the loss of the man she loved and her child. He closed his eyes praying to whatever deity existed that his sister didn't completely lose it because he did not like the look in her eyes.

~Huntress: Black and Blue~

Sophia felt comforted wearing the keyiff that he had given her and wrapped her jacket closer around her trying to keep the cold away. She came to the bridge overlooking the water because big bodies of water reminded her of the island and the island reminded her of Slade. Another memory of him came to her mind and she let it wash over her taking comfort in the memories she had.

Sophia came to feeling like she had been drugged or hit on the head multiple times. She was lying on a cold hard floor but she tensed when she went to move her hands and felt that her hands were tied. She tried not to freak out but she also didn't want to die. She opened her eyes and found herself in what looked like a plane which was just the highlight of her life right now.

"I was making bets on how long it would take you to wake up," a voice called out startling her and she jumped because it sounded close.

Sophia refused to say a word instead turning to face the man giving him a glare but he only seemed to be amused by her. She sat up ignoring his snort at her struggle and hurried to move back only stopping when she hit a wall and couldn't go any further. The man was attractive with his dark eyes, muscular frame and smirk but given the circumstances she wasn't going to be doing much more than think that.

"Stay the hell away from me," she yelled when he started to walk closer.

"If I wanted to kill you little girl I wouldn't have saved you from those mercenaries," he told her with a growl to his voice sending shivers down her back.

"Mercenaries?" she asked stuck on that for some reason like her brain couldn't process much more.

"I ask the questions for now darling," he told her a knife in his hand as he crouched down to her level.

"I have a name you jackass and it's Sophia," she screamed in frustration putting her hands up to push his hands away though she could see that the only reason it worked is because he let her push him.

"Who are you Sophia and what the hell are you doing on Lian Yu?" he asked her.

Sophia heard footsteps approaching and tensed though she tried not to show her surprise and turned her head surprised to see Malcolm Merlyn standing before her. She looked into his dark blue eyes and saw something akin to the same thing that she sometimes saw in her own eyes when she looked into the mirror. She shouldn't have been surprised since his own wife had been murdered in cold blood with no one to help her though the thing that surprised her was the way he looked at her in sympathy.

"Mr. Merlyn," she greeted trying to sound cheerful but her eyes didn't match the happiness in her voice.

"Come now Sophia I think after all this time you can call me Malcolm," he told her turning to face the water.

"I highly doubt that someone as powerful as you came here and we met on coincidence so why don't you just tell me what you want?" she asked knowing he wanted something.

"There's a story I want to tell you and once I'm done I want you to make a decision because I think that I can help you," Malcolm said wanting her to agree because while he wanted to help her he also wanted a prodigy and she seemed as good as any.

Sophia listened to the sound of his voice and looked into his eyes. She saw something that made her want to listen and it was not like she had much to live for anymore. She followed him to his car surprised when he let her walk behind him though there was something about his stance that sent off warning bells in her mind. She had a feeling that whatever she learned it was going to change her whole life.