Chapter Six

Author: LexysCPD
Words: 1,263
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the plot.
Author's Note: Halfway done with this story, and seven days for the Flash, and eight for Arrow. Who's excited? I am. Enjoy the story.

Uploaded: September 30, 2014

Oliver walked into his silent house. He had just returned from patrol, and having fought Merlyn's protégé. He went to the second floor. Right before opening his door, he decided to check on his sister. He opened her door and slipped inside. He walked to her bed and saw her, asleep.

Her and was clenching her pillow, as if she were being hurt. He reached over and stroked her hair. She pulled away and turned around. Oliver stood up and walked out.

Once the door closed, Thea sat up, breathing heavily. She had just had a nightmare. It was Slade all over again, but the culprit wasn't the dual colored mask villain, but rather a green masked vigilante. He was an arrow aimed to the back of her father's head. She had felt hope when she saw her brother walk up to him, but it was shattered when he stood next to the Arrow.

The Arrow released the arrow and it pierced through his head. She watched Malcolm fall, just like her mother did. The Arrow then looked at her. She looked at her brother, but he was whispering to the Arrow's ear. She saw the Arrow nod, and pull the string.

She stared at her brother, just as the Arrow released the string. Her nightmare ended. She didn't know what it meant. All she knew was that her brother couldn't be trusted. She stood up, changed, and left her house. She couldn't be in the house with Oliver, not after that nightmare.

Speeding Arrow

Malcolm stood in front of Thomas Merlyn's grave. His son, the one he had raised had been dead for over a year, getting close to two. He heard a twig break behind him. He smirked when he turned around.

"We need to work on your stealth," he said, watching his daughter walk up to him.

"I don't care about stealth. I care about revenge. I want the vigilante dead, I want Roy to pay for hurting me," she snapped, as she glared at her father.

"Okay."

"Okay? I get to have my revenge?"

"I'll get you Roy. You can hurt him, I promise you that," he said, as he pulled his daughter close.

Thea nodded. She loved Roy, she still did, but she couldn't let him go unpunished. He hurt her even if he didn't mean to. What was he going to do if there were still together? He was obviously going to keep it from her, if she hadn't found out. But what if she didn't find out? What was he going to say about the disappearances? Was he going to tell her who the Arrow was, or was he going to lie?

All the questions made her angry. It made her want to hurt him, and she was going to, even if it was not the right thing to so. She didn't care about right or wrong, she cared about payback.

Thea nodded, as she stared at her father, then turning to her brother's grave. She still felt sick to her stomach when she thought about how she was two years before. How she wanted him, to kiss him, to sleep with him, her own brother.

"I'll get Roy," she whispered, as she looked up.

"That's my girl," the older Merlyn whispered, as he placed a hand on her back. He smiled, proud of his daughter, of who she was becoming.

Speeding Arrow

"We have got to stop meeting like this," Roy muttered, as he stood in front of Merlyn and his sidekick.

Malcolm just laughed. He looked happy, and Roy was a little freaked by it. He didn't know what the Dark Archer had up his sleeve, but he didn't like it. He didn't trust it.

Roy charged to the girl, wanting to get her. Unlike Oliver, he was not going to let her get the best of him. He was going in, all strength. The faster the girl went down, the better and the faster they get the villains down.

Thea just dodged his fists. She slammed her arrow on his abdominal, and watched him go down. She kicked his chest and he fell back. She shook her head, as she chuckled. She got her bow and placed an arrow on it. She pulled back the string, but Roy pulled his legs towards his chest and kicking up, pushing her back. She growled, as she tried to hit him with her bow, but he stopped it with his own bow.

He smirked, as he slammed the bow on her face, causing her to fall. He got his bow and arrow ready and let it launch. It slid against her leg, drawing blood. She hissed, but stood up. She clenched the bow tighter, as she charged towards him. She shot arrows at him, using her speed. Roy ran, dodging the arrows.

He saw that she was to her last arrow. She smirked as she targeted him. He stood in front of her, ready to move.

"Payback is a bitch, Roy Harper," she said, a smirk on her face.

Roy frowned, as he heard the voice. He recognized it, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He felt the arrow pierce threw his skin. He cried out as he held his arm. He looked up to see the villainess walk away. He knew she had just done what she wanted, and that he was lucky to be alive. He knew she had a sword, and could have used it against him, but didn't, and that confused him.

Roy felt himself losing blood. He looked down at the wound and wondered if she had missed. If she didn't hit the mark, of if she did. He could hear Malcolm's laughter as he left. He felt Oliver next to him. He was seeing the arrow was, and how was the best way to get it off.

"It's going to hurt," Oliver told him, as he gripped the arrow and pulled.

Roy cried out, as he placed his hand on the wound. He felt himself lose consciousness, as he fell forward. Oliver grabbed him, and called for him.

Speeding Arrow

"You didn't kill him," Malcolm commented, as he sat in the limo in front of his daughter.

Thea shook her head. "I want the Arrow dead, not Roy."

"Roy will take over if the Arrow is dead," Malcolm told her, wanting her to kill not only Oliver, but his sidekick.

Thea shrugged, as she stared out the window. "We'll get to it when we do. But I want the Arrow dead first."

"And he will be dead, I promise you," he told her, as he signaled the driver to drive.

Speeding Arrow

"You're home late," Thea muttered, as she changed the channel of the television.

"I know, I got held up trying to get our company back," Oliver responded, as he sat next to her. It had been a few days since her return, and he had noticed changed in his sister. She was more withdrawn, she seemed angrier. And he could understand, he was too. They had both watched their mother die in front of their eyes, and they both hadn't been able to grieve properly. Their lives were screwed up.

"It's okay Oliver. I'm going to bed," she stood up and walked out.

Oliver watched her go, before turning to the television. He frowned, as he thought about what she had called him. She had never called him Oliver, ever. And it bothered him. He wondered how much those eight months away had changed her.