Wow, I must say that I was really disappointed with the Season 4 finale of Arrow. It was anticlimactic. It was dull. And I blame it all on the director who did that. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop making Arrow fanfictions. I love Arrow and I will continue making the fanfictions with influences of Season 2 since that was the best season ever shown of Arrow. I will continue writing these fanfictions no matter what.
The reason why I haven't written another chapter is because of college and I have three different fanfictions here, including Overwatch, Black Smoak and Black Birds and Thorned Roses. And I can't do them all at once. So please try to be a bit patient while I write. It's a lot for me to write.
While then, please enjoy this next chapter of Overwatch and while I make the next chapter, enjoy the rest of the stories I worked my booty off for. Thank you so much
"Any leads on Slade?" Diggle asks as Oliver returns to the lair along with Thea and Laurel. Oliver slams his bow on the table in frustration and mumbles curse, "I'm guessing that's a no."
Thea decides to speak for him since he's in a fit now.
"We checked the Merlyn Mansion where Oliver thought he might be hiding," she sighs.
"And?" Diggle asks.
"We found nothing," Laurel says, "There is no sign of Slade or Felicity in that house. The place is completely empty all except for the furniture. Oliver tore that whole place upside down but didn't find anything that can lead us to both of them."
"I thought he would be there," Oliver slams his fist against the table. "He wanted us there before."
"Doubt the man does the same mistake twice," Diggle says.
Thea hears her phone ring. It's Alex. She answers the phone immediately. "Yeah?...What? Do you know who sent it or where it's from? No? Okay, I'll tell Ollie and he'll be right up, okay? Just calm down." She then hangs up the phone and sighs before taking off her mask and pulling down her hood.
"What was that all about?" Diggle asks. Oliver and Laurel seem confused as well. None of them know she has been talking to Alex.
"It's Alex," she says, and turns to face Oliver, "He says something about a package at your office with no name or address, and that it's letting out a very foul smell."
This seems strange to Oliver. But then, he thinks it can be from Slade. A foul smell. He hopes it's not what he thinks it is. He immediately changes from his Green Arrow costume to his expensive suit and heads for the secret elevator along with Thea who has also changed clothing as well.
They then meet up with Alex at his office. It's just as Alex said. There is a package on the desk but with no name or address. He assumes it's from Slade. And Alex is right. It does have a bad smell. It's a weird metallic smell.
"Did you open it?" Oliver asks, looking at Alex.
"No," Alex shakes his head sideways, "I waited until you got up here. Hey, Thea."
"Hey, Alex," Thea is paying more attention to the package on the desk than the guy she is currently dating.
"Can you hand me the box-cutter?" Oliver asks. Alex opens up the top drawer of the desk and hands him over the box-cutter. Oliver uses it to slice open the lid.
Once he opens the package and looks inside, he takes a step back and gasps when he sees blood half-filling the box along with a set of human ribs and a kidney floating in blood. It's half the ribs though. Thea screams when she sees it. The package is definitely from Slade. He knows it. Who's blood is it? He has his suspicion to whose blood it belongs to but he doesn't want to make any conclusion. He needs Diggle to analyze the blood. There's a note attached to the inside of the lid of the package, also covered in blood. IT'S ALL ON YOU, KID. Oh my God, Felicity.
Slade looks down at an unconscious Felicity, her face completely is drained from colour and her lips chapped from dehydration. Her breathing is unsteady.
Slade covered her nude body with a sheet to keep her from getting cold. He can allow Felicity to die of dehydration or let her die of bleeding. He did neither. He had to remove part of her ribcage in order to operate on the pierced lung. It's just as he confirmed it. Her ribs have pierced through her lung and torn, possible from tossing her back at the loft and throwing her over his shoulder like a mannequin just made it worse. Fuck. He almost feels pity for Felicity, if she wasn't Oliver's wife.
He wants Felicity dead as much as he wants Oliver Queen dead but, he needs to wait. He wants to make Oliver suffer first before killing Felicity Smoak and then killing him. But he needs to wait. It's not worth punishing Oliver Queen if his dear Felicity is dead. He wants to make that smug little rich kid suffer through her by any means necessary.
Felicity's eyes flutter open. She swallows a few times before her eyes drift over to see Slade next to the bed. She can't speak or move. She is in too much pain. Tears stream down the outer corner of her eyes. Slade has repaired her lung but the procedure was painful and it's causing her pain.
Slade takes out a syringe full of yellow liquid. Felicity's eyes grow wide at the sight and her breath hitches.
"Relax, love, this will only ease the pain," Slade assures her before injecting the sedative into her bare right shoulder. "Try not to move though. You'll just make it worse."
"…Please…kill me," she squeaks. He only responds with a soft smile.
"You should know that I have big plans for you, my love," he chuckles, "I am keeping my word on punishing Oliver. This was just a minor setback, something I hope it doesn't repeat again. If you're a good girl, I'll bring you something to eat."
"Water…I…I need water," she nearly cries begging. She really is thirsty. She simply wants water. Slade can't be that cruel of denying her water, can he? Please don't let him deny me water.
Slade chuckles. "I'll get you something to drink." He then kisses her on the lips before leaving the bedroom. Okay, I'm confused here, if he wants to kill me, why the fuck does he keep kissing me? Stop that already. Jeez.
Slade brings her water just as he promised. Felicity tries to choke on it as she swallows it down but Slade won't allow her. He's not letting her get away that easy. Death is too easy of an escape for her. But he's not going to feed her until later. He only hydrates her to keep her from dying of thirst.
He then leaves her guarded with one of his soldiers for a while and heads downstairs. He has a meeting in the parlour and can't afford to be late just because he had to do an operation on Felicity Smoak. His clients are not going to be happy when he tells them the bad news. Felicity Smoak needs to stay alive and healthy. His clients are not going to be happy when he tells them that she nearly died of internal bleeding. He had to put a tube in her lung to empty out the blood from her pierced lung.
Slade smirks, imagining the shocked look on Oliver's face when he sees the package he sent him. Oliver Queen is probably vomiting of disgust right now.
He enters the parlour where four men and two women are sitting drinking wine in wait of Slade's arrival. One of the men is his main client, a man just as well-dressed as he is but with white hair and ice blue eyes.
"Mr. Dhark, we meet again," Slade shakes hands with Damien Dhark, the man who wants to destroy Oliver Queen just like he does. "I hope everything is all set for your grand plan."
"I'm having a minor setback no thanks to the Green Arrow but it's in process," Dhark assures him.
"As long as you keep your part of the bargain."
"Speaking of bargains, how's our new guest behaving?" Dhark asks, "I've heard that you've had a few issues with her."
"Indeed," Slade nods lamentably, "I may have injured her more than I intended to. I was lucky to have saved her life before she could die of internal bleeding."
"Injured people are no use to us, you know that, Mr. Dhark," one of the women says irritably. But Damien Dhark ignores her.
"It is said that the subject must be kept alive," Dhark says, "So I don't mind whatever you do to Oliver's Felicity Smoak as long as she lives. Soon we'll begin without plans."
Slade smirks, knowing that when this is all over, he'll have what's promised to him.
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