Chapter Four
Now
"The great Oliver Queen, The Arrow, Billionaire businessman by day, hooded vigilante by night. What a farce!" Oliver exclaimed. He picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips and became enraged when it turned up empty. He hurled the bottle at the mirror underneath the painting of the two of them. The glass unsurprisingly shattered on contact. Stepping on the shards of glass, he walked over to the painting ignoring the fact that his feet began bleeding profusely. He stared at the painting.
"… Look at you. You're not better than me. Just because you're happy and have everything in the world doesn't make you better than me! Why'd you go? Why?"
He cried himself to sleep on top of the glass.
Then
"Ollie? Can you hear me?" Sara was puzzled as to why the com was down. This was not good. "Oliver? Can you…"
"He can't hear you Sara. Nobody can. It's just the two of us." An unfamiliar voice echoed through the empty hallway. "Would you like me to tell you why nobody can hear you?"
Sara settled into a fighting stance, but saw nobody. She quickly scanned her surroundings for any possible exits, but found herself completely isolated. This was not good.
"Nobody to fight and nowhere to run, you are mine Sara Lance… or should I call you: Black Canary? Whatever you choose to go by, this is where you die."
Sara could not recognize the voice that haunted her. As hard as she tried, she could not put a face to the voice. She had nothing.
"In case you hadn't figured it out, I'm something new. You know nothing about me, but I know everything about you. Your time on the island, your time with the League, your time as Oliver Queen's lover slash crime fighting partner. How is Queen these days? Still enjoying the married life? His wife… the woman he left you for…"
"Alright! That's enough. Show yourself!" Sara demanded as she looked around, still not finding a way out.
"Tsk Tsk, such a temper Miss Lance. I will reveal myself in time. Right before you die."
Must stall, Sara thought to herself.
"Such a threat coming from someone who won't show themselves. Tell me, what's your name?" Sara asked.
Twisted laughter resonated through the hallway.
"Oh that is precious! Trying to stall me long enough so that backup arrives. Precious indeed. You vigilantes always think you know every little trick in the book. 'Must stall the madman, must make more time, must do this, must do that' ugh! doesn't it get so boring?"
"To be honest, taking down madmen never gets boring. Show yourself," Sara replied. "I am getting bored of this little game we're playing."
The voice chuckled. Whoever was behind this knew they were in Sara's head now.
"Game? You think this is the game?" The voice chuckled again, Sara was clearly seething. "Miss Lance, while I have been toying with you this whole time, we haven't begun to play the game. I can tell you're flustered, even aggravated. Your heart rate is going through the roof and your breathing is becoming erratic. Tsk tsk Miss Lance, calm yourself before you make the wrong decision."
"Show yourself!" Sara demanded once more, but the now too familiar chuckle filled the air.
"You have options Miss Lance. I can't say you're going to like them. As a matter of fact, I can promise that you will hate them, but they're options nonetheless. Option 1, I can let you walk out of here, but in doing so; you condemn those who you care about the most. Option 2, you kill the approaching Oliver Queen and in doing so, I will make sure that the people you love the most will live happily ever after. Option 3, you kill yourself and nobody else dies, not Laurel, not Sin, not a single member of your beloved clan of misfit toys or their families will see harm. You have 30 seconds." Another twisted chuckle hit the air and clock started running.
Now
"As promised, Mrs. Queen, they are all alive and well. Well, alive at least. I am a man of my word." A voice stated as Felicity watched various monitors showing Oliver, Robert, Roy, Thea, and Diggle.
"You're a madman." Felicity countered.
A twisted chuckle resonated in the room.
