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Well I hope to see more reviews. If not, then I'll probably end up forgetting about this story. That's why it's taken me so long to reply, because, I feel like you guys don't want to read this. Please prove me wrong!

Justice Continued

Chapter 6

Flashback

By the time AC and Victor were done with Oliver, he was surprised he could even breathe. It hurt so bad to do so much as blink. Letting air fill his lungs both felt good but hurt all the same. That little bit of pressure on moving his lungs caused pain to rivet throughout his body. It stung every muscle to try and get up. He was sure that he'd be dead soon.

"Had enough Oliver?" Lex's voice asked him from the darkness. All he could do was glare for, it hurt to try and talk.

"Looks like you did." Lex, now in view, walked over to Oliver, kneeling beside him. "You ready to talk yet?" He could tell that Oliver couldn't talk and even if he could, the defiant stare he got from the blond told him that he wouldn't anyway.

"Fine then. I guess I'll let you join your friends. You see, you'll be working for me no matter what."

Lex nodded to a few people, them walking over towards the two. The men walked on either side of Oliver, lifting him up. He let out a hiss of pain as they did so, a few of his ribs, most likely, broken.

They laid him on a table, face down. He felt something place over the middle of his back, his ankles and his wrists. He was strapped to the table, no mobility. It wouldn't matter anyway because he couldn't move. He felt himself move back and forth between consciousness.

Suddenly, he felt a sting of pain on the back of his neck. It felt almost as if he had just been branded. He shut his eyes tightly at the pain, waiting for it to go away. He then remembered; AC had the same thing on his back. Lex told him that was how he could control them. Shit. He pulled at the restraints, knowing it hopeless. He jerked his head to the side, but felt a firm hand grab it to hold it still.

The hand smashed his head onto the table, their fingers entwining into his hair. He opened his eyes seeing Lex' menacing ones staring at him. "You're almost done Oliver."

A liquid, just as fiery as the first, touched the back of his neck in the same spot. He grimaced, biting down on his lip this time. He would have cried out but he knew that that was exactly what Lex would want to hear. He could feel the liquid going into his body.

It felt as if the liquid got into his blood stream, flowing into his whole body. Then, there was a stick in his arm. Someone injected him with something. As soon as he felt it, he knew what it was; a sedative.

Oliver Queen's eyelids began to flutter and soon after, he went into unconsciousness.

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Oliver woke up, a little confused. He felt his body stand up. He told himself to hurry and run out, but, nothing happened.

He turned his head to look at his body, only, it didn't move either. He looked out his own eyes, taking in the scene around him. He wanted to look around the room completely, but nothing moved. He yelled at his brain to make something, anything move, but it was useless.

"Oliver, how are you feeling?" The pleasant voice of Lex coming into the room.

"Never better sir." Oliver was confused at the voice that answered. He was sure it was his. Hell, he even felt his lips move, but, he didn't command himself to talk. What the hell?

"I told you I could help you." Lex told him, patting him on the shoulder. Oliver felt that too. He wanted to glare, flick Lex's hand away, something, but, nothing happened.

"Now Oliver, I've got you a mission to do for me. I want you to get us your fourth teammate, Bart Allen. Lead him here." Lex instructed, setting a cellular device in front of Oliver. He felt his head nod and watched in horror as his muscles contracted to movement. His body was moving joints to reach and grab the phone, dial the numbers, make the call. Oh god.

Oliver listened to himself talk to Bart, telling him where to come. He wanted to make his voice tell it was a trap but it did nothing. Why couldn't he get control of his own body?

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Now here we are, watching as Oliver carries an unconscious Bart Allen on his shoulder. Oliver screamed at himself to drop him or, come back to his senses and get away. He was let loose by Lex, yet as much as he wanted to leave, he was unable to. Lex had some sort of control over his body.

Oliver remembered the circle on the back of AC's neck, he must have one as well. He just, had no idea what the substance was that could control someone. It must be one of Lex' scientist's experimental treatments for, he'd never heard of anything like that.

He quickly made it back to the headquarters that Lex was staying at, going into a room he had previously been told to drop off Bart's body. He set the boy down on a table onto his stomach.

The setup was the same when it was Oliver who was on the table. There were latches on the table to keep Bart from getting free. Once Oliver made sure they were secure, he left the room.

'"Come on, why can't I do any...THING!" Oliver stopped walking. The last word he said in his mind came out. He lifted his hand in front of his face. Was it wearing off? He felt his legs still walking, probably to go meet up with Lex. No.

Stop walking. Stop. Walking. After several more steps, Oliver was able to do just that. He felt his body stop. He turned around and began to find his way out of there. He knew the location of this place so he thought if he'd get help then he'd bring them back.

Oliver then fell. His body. It was in so much pain. What the hell? "Shit." He said as his eyes tightened. He grabbed at his ribs, recalling that earlier, Victor had definitely broken one of his ribs, or two.

"It looks like my syrum is starting to wear off." Lex said from behind Oliver. He tensed, turning, laying on his back to see Lex and three other men coming closer to him.

"You see Oliver, this serum works like a charm. It takes complete control of someone's body. It's almost like a possession. You, yourself will be aware of what's going on but unable to do a thing about it. Your body won't feel pain, but you will. It's almost like a robot, but, when the serum wears off, that's when everything comes in contact. It's amazing what can happen when you mess with someone's nervous system." Lex softly chuckled at his own, sick joke.

The men helped lift Oliver up and carry him into the room he was supposed to have gone in before. "Stop." Oliver pleaded, feeling weak for doing so.

"Stop what? I'm helping you." Lex told him, nodding his head. One of the men behind Oliver held a syringe. They injected it into the back of Oliver's neck, letting it's affects take place in Oliver.

Oliver's body slumped to the ground for a moment while the dose worked its way throughout his entire body. In seconds, Oliver stood back up.

"Are we feeling better now?"

"Yes sir."

"That's what I wanted to here. Gentlemen, prepare the boy." Lex sneered, walking with the others towards the room that held Bart.

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So this was even shorter, I just wanted to update this. Like I said, I want to see if anyone even cares to read this or not, that's partially the reason why I didn't want to type a whole lot, in case I was wasting my time or something.

I hope I don't seem bitchy or needy or anything, I just really would like feedback.

Thanks guys

-Jackie