What If?

Making The Call

Chapter 7

Big Brother's Fiery Wrath

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the general idea you see within this story.


The past few days since the argument with Thea had been some tense filled days. The argument Oliver wound up getting into with his mother after she learned the two siblings weren't speaking with one another really hadn't helped either. As after all, most parents really didn't take too well to being called out on their parenting skills. Although Moira had to be honest with herself that she was a bit proud of her son for the maturity he's gained since his time away. And as well as the fact that he truly is his sister's big brother. She just wished the conversation with her eldest had gone differently, but still she knew he had made a particularly good point about the sort of presence she'd had in her daughter's life. She hoped it wouldn't come to something drastic to get through to her daughter. But she would do her damndest to start doing better by Thea.

Even Tommy had quickly become aware of what was going on after Thea had ranted to him about what her hypocritical ass of a brother had tried with her. Of course she wound up about as equally unhappy with Tommy too after he basically went 'I told you so' on her. And because Tommy knew, Laurel knew too sometime afterwards. And though she still cared a lot for the younger Queen, she had intended to stay out of it and let the two siblings work it out for themselves. She did hope though that Oliver could get through to his sister, but due to his own stupid mistakes in the past like cheating on her. That was very likely going to be an uphill battle for him. Of course the more vindictive side of her felt it served his cheating ass right.

As for Walter and Raisa, they wisely stayed out of it as best they could. And as for Oliver? Well he had taken to following his little sister around as discreetly as possible whenever she went into the city. The experience had left him wishing he had something to cover his face so that he could scare the ever loving hell out of his sister's so called friends. But the drug dealers his sister had come into contact with did wind up dead sometime later on due to what Oliver claimed in his head as justifiable cause. The fact he wasn't a hundred percent bothered by what he had done likely should have disturbed him. But he would rationalize it as doing what's best for his sister. Though he knew that if she found out, she likely wouldn't see it that way at all. Course life could always surprise you.

Unfortunately though, Oliver hadn't exactly come out of the encounters entirely unscathed in the end. As one of the dealers had got him pretty good with a hard punch in the shoulder. The same shoulder in fact that Yao Fei nearly 3 years prior to now had shot an arrow in to. Now it had given him issues before but it was being unusually bothersome this time. He really hoped it wasn't meaning anything serious as he still wasn't quite ready for that trip to the hospital. But for the time being, he needed to push that to the back of his mind as he had other things to focus on. Namely like the building in front of him that he was across from on another building. Why the focus on the building you ask?

Well mainly because he had gotten the bright idea to follow one of Thea's drug dealers to see where he might be getting his goods to sell. And the task had led him straight here and the stake out had proved it was the right location. Granted, he wasn't naïve enough to think this was the only drug den in town. But at least this one was about to go up in flames. Its gonna get hot tonight. He thought morbidly to himself.

He was glad he had worn the hood to help better conceal himself, even if he was in the Glades for this. Better to be safer then sorry after all. Along with the rest of his outfit being black too for good measure. And prior to coming up to the roof, he had made damn sure to block off all possible escape routes. For a very obvious drug den, it was poorly guarded. But he figured that they obviously felt that no one was stupid enough to try anything. Hmph, I'm not stupid. But I am damn well determined to end your poisonous means. Should have still been smart about things fellas.

Looking down as he dipped his gasoline coated arrow tip into a small fire he had going on the rooftop, he quickly fired it into one of the windows. One that luckily enough for him was broken enough to allow entry. Nodding to himself in satisfaction, he quickly fired three more arrows into several other windows. The flames quickly spread, and he had to hazard a guess that the inside of the place was in poor condition to have been able to do so. Or maybe perhaps, one of his arrows had hit vital equipment. Either way, he was feeling satisfied it was going fairly well. He also had to thank the internet for having instructions on how to make a Molotov Cocktail. One of which he just so happened to have with him as well.

That was something he had also made damn well sure to have gloves on for when putting it together and holding it. Like he was now. Looking at the building with a grim look on his features, he prepared to throw it into another near by window. "You and your poisons have failed this city." He muttered to himself, not really thinking that perhaps some of his father's words had struck a chord in him. But in time he would and would make use of it very well.

Chucking the Molotov into the window he had intended, he nodded again in grim satisfaction that it was a success. Though he couldn't have known that it was around some fairly volatile lab equipment. Said equipment causing for a particularly big bang that sped up what he was doing. He could even hear their screams now. Another explosion tore out a section of the wall and the window he had thrown the Molotov into. It had unfortunately caught him by surprise that a sharp piece of debris had gotten him in the hurting shoulder before he was able to duck down in time to avoid getting hit. He slowly inched away from his previous position in the hope it would help to avoid more flying debris.

The screams of those inside continued as the flames from his arrows and the Molotov's extra effect rapidly spread everywhere. And he continued to watch with a cold detachment about him until he quietly and hurriedly left the area before he could be seen, as getting arrested for arson was definitely not on his list of things to do. But not before putting out his little fire source. His work done for now, and stuffing his bow in a bag he had thought to bring with him. He set off on foot to eventually get himself a cab back home.


Author's Notes: Now you might think this would be extremely out of character for Oliver to do, but remember this is him pretty much starting on the path to being the Hood (and later Arrow) and gradually growing as he does until then. Being the obviously dangerous individual Waller even seemed to think he could be. And it being his sister he's doing this for, he's gonna do what he feels he has to. R and R!