Well then, here is the next chapter to Overwatch. I have been delaying a bit lately so I apologize if I haven't posted in a little while.
Slade simply stares at the unconscious Felicity, watching her stomach lift up and down. He gave her a few painkillers to ease the pain she was feeling her stomach. He rather have left her in pain, crying and moaning. But he finds it irritable as time passes. He also gave her anesthetics for her to sleep. Felicity is afraid to sleep, especially with him around.
He sits on the edge of the bed and places a hand snugly to her neck. He gives it a small squeeze. He's thought of strangling Felicity since the day she stabbed him in the neck with the syringe. If she were awake right, nothing would make him happier than tightening his hold around her neck and watch her staring at him in fear while struggling to gasp for air. She is already weak. It just takes one squeeze and it will be over with. But even Slade knows that it's too easy. He wants Oliver to suffer. The package he sent to him was just a warning of what will happen to Felicity. Slade knows that Oliver is looking for her. Oliver shouldn't be looking for her.
The more he keeps looking for her, the more harm it would do to her. Slade has already set his example by sending him her blood, ribcage (well, part of it) and kidney. He would send Felicity piece by piece if Oliver continues looking for her without any leads. He can look for her when I say so.
Slade takes her wrist in his hand to feel her pulse. It's faint. He frowns and lets out a sigh of deception. Felicity's life is slowly draining from her. She looks so pale that she might as well be dead already. He skin already feels cold to the touch. He can hear heartbeat going way too fast. He knows that she can suffer hypothermia or cardiac arrest if he doesn't act soon.
Slade wants Felicity dead but not like this. Not yet.
"You're more trouble than I thought you were, love," he says to her. She doesn't move. She is still unconscious. He doesn't expect for her to answer. He brushes his knuckles against her cheek, gives her a small smile and leaves the bedroom.
He instantly makes a phone call to Damien Dhark and complains about Felicity's condition. Of course, Dhark can care less if Felicity is weak but dying is another story. Slade is not going to let Felicity die so easily. "She's dying."
"Well, isn't that a shame," Dhark sighs through the phone, "Luckily, there's a solution to your little predicament."
"And what would that be?"
"The Mirakuru," Dhark says, "Felicity has been trying to make a more synthetic version of the drug to help her walk again without the side effects you had."
"If I inject her with the Mirakuru, she'll be able to walk again," Slade reminds him, "She'll try to escape."
"If she does happen to walk again, break her legs." Slade realizes that Dhark doesn't see the situation at hand quite clearly, or perhaps doesn't care. Slade does not want her to die but he doesn't want her trying to escape if she moves her legs again. Breaking her legs might seem like a good idea to him. "Head to Palmer Tech and find Curtis Holt. He's the one in charge of the cure."
"Okay, Beau, just hold still for a sec," Curtis says, "this is only going to pinch a little."
Curtis is talking to a capuchin monkey he calls Beau. The monkey is not his. It's an experimental monkey brought so he can experiment on the Mirakuru formula. Beau is lying sick in his cage, whimpering. It hasn't eaten anything in three days. Beau is sick. It has been sick for over a week, no longer jumps around the cage like it used to and refuses to eat that's not milk. Curtis thought it might be the perfect time to test the Mirakuru on Beaut. Of course, Curtis knows the fatal risks of injecting Beau with the second version of the Mirakuru he's been experimenting ever since Felicity gave a sample to him. One of the risks is fatal death. If the injecting doesn't work, Beau can possibly die horribly but it will be a quick death, Curtis guesses. Curtis injects the Mirakuru into the monkey's arm and waits.
"Okay, let's see what happens, Beau," Curtis watches as Beau starts twitching and jerking while whimpering and holding its head. Cutis's eyes widen behind his glasses. His head better not explode in my face.
But nothing else happens. Beau is now simply sitting, shaking and looking around in confusion while hugging its tail. Nothing strange seems to have happened, aside from blood tears streaming down its eyes.
To test if it work, Curtis takes out an apple slice he brought from McDonald's and offers it to Beau. It takes a moment before the monkey's eyes are set on the apple slice and it immediately snatches it out of Curtis's hand without hesitation. Curtis smiles and offers it another slice which it takes gratefully and eats the slice in two bites before Beau begins climbing up his cage, making happy chittering noises.
"Ha, it works!" Curtis shouts while lifting his fists in victory. He watches Beau jump to the other side of the cage but the monkey suddenly slips and falls to the bottom with a clattering sound. "Oh, um...Beau..." Curtis opens the cage and lifts Beau out. The capuchin monkey is still shaking, a lot more violently. It continues whimpering as it wraps its furry arms around Curtis' neck in an embrace. Curtis realizes that Beaut lost his balance in the process of jumping through the cage. Beau also lets out a small amount of vomit on Curtis's shirt. "Oh, gross."
Curtis puts Beau down on the table while cleaning up the vomit from the shirt. After that, he examines Beau's condition. The capuchin's temperature is a feverish 90 degrees and the vision is disoriented as Curtis flashes the flashlight in its eyes and it's looking the wrong way. Beau may not be suffering the effects of the Mirakuru's old formula but it's suffering through new side effects like: Loss of balance, Disorientation, Vomiting, Fevers and Shakiness. "Well, at least it's not making you crazy. Wait till I tell Felicity about. She's gonna be glad."
"Allow me to tell her on your behalf."
Curtis sees a man standing just outside his office, wearing a black uniform and a two toned mask. Oh shit. The man in the mask is holding a katana sword. Okay. Swords are not good. Creepy man with a sword is not good.
"Um, and who are you?" Curtis asks while slowly rising from the chair and slowly grabbing Beau in his arms.
"Her warder."
"Her what?"
"Don't worry, I'll make your death quick." Before the man could charge, Curtis takes out the silvery ball Felicity has told many times to never touch and throws it at the masked man where it immediately explodes a sonic wave and sends the masked man backwards, also shattering glass in the process.
Curtis takes Beau and runs out of his office through the emergency backdoor and bolts to the elevator. He sighs of relief when the doors close. He's finally away from that crazy man with the sword. Of course, Curtis forgot one thing. The Mirakuru. Shit.
10 hours later...
Felicity's eyes flutter open and she slowly pushes herself up into sitting position. She doesn't feel any pain. Not anymore. She excepted to die but she is now alive. She actually feels like nothing happened. She feels fine. She doesn't feel like Slade just sliced her stomach open. She no longer feels the pain in her stomach.
She realizes though, that she is still held captive in the bedroom Slade is keeping her in, now wearing a large black sweater and grey sweatpants. She doesn't need to guess who put them on her. She knows that Slade is the one who dared himself to clothe her. The man has no respect. The thought of his one eye roaming over her body is cringing enough.
Sighing, she lies back down on the bed, no longer caring how she is healed so quickly. She instead curls up into a fetal position, bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them -Wait.
Eyes widening, Felicity immediately sits up and looks down at her legs. She takes deep breaths and tries to wiggle her toes. They moved. Felicity covers her mouth quickly to stifle her gasps and almost starts crying in contentment. I can move my legs again. But how -? It doesn't matter to her now. She is glad to feel her legs again. That means she can leave.
She looks towards the door. She knows that Slade couldn't have locked it unless he already knows that her legs are functioning again.
Willing to take the risk, Felicity slowly swings her legs off the edge of the bed until the soles come in contact with rug. Oh how she missed it! She slowly pushes herself out of bed to a stand. Her knees shake and her calves wobble a bit. It has been a while since her legs supported her weight. She'll have to take it slowly in order to get use to them again. Holding onto the nightstand, she takes one step forward. She nearly stumbles but it able to hold onto the nightstand and stand up again. She takes another step. She doesn't stumble. Smiling to herself, she continues taking steps, now releasing the nightstand and holding onto the bottom bedstead instead.
What if Slade catches me walking towards the door? The thought makes Felicity stop in her tracks and rethink her plan of simply walking out of the room and finding a way out of wherever she is. It's not a very smart plan. She knows that if she wants to get out of here alive, she has to think smart about it. She was barely even alive. She doesn't want to risk Slade hurting her again. What's worse. If she tries to escape and gets caught, she's risking of getting her legs broken and she just got them back. Think smart Felicity, think smart.
Before she can decide what to do, she suddenly feels a bit light-headed and her vision is becoming out of focus. She feels her heart racing and her breathing shifts sharply. Her legs are now feeling fuzzy and like jelly. She slowly sits down on the floor with her head resting on the side of the bed, trying to focus and calm herself down. She feels disoriented. She doesn't know what's happening. Her body feels like its burning and yet she's shaking and doesn't know why. She feels tears streaming down her cheeks. Of course, when they fall to her lips, they taste thick and metallic. Wiping them off her face, she notices that it's not tears running down her face but blood. I'm crying blood...Mirakuru.
She then hears the door open and looks up to see Slade standing there in a black overcoat and looking down at her with a glare.
She gasps in horror and drags her body back with her hands and whatever use she has of her legs until she back up to the corner of the room next to the nightstand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she immediately apologizes, knowing that Slade can go violent on her for trying to leave the room. Even if she can walk again, Slade is much stronger than her. And he can prove it just by breaking her legs. "I didn't mean to. I tried to leave but I changed my mind. I'm sorry."
She cries out and curls up into ball as Slade calmly walks towards her. She brings her knees to her chest and hides her face to the wall. She's trying to protect herself from whatever harm he might do to her. The sound of his shoes against wood as he gets closer makes it scarier. It makes her cry more profusely. Then it stops. He's going to hit me. He's going to hit me.
"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me. I promise I won't do it again." She gasps when she feels his hand on her head. She's surprised when Slade is actually petting her head slowly and not grasping her hair like he once did.
"Shhh," he hushes her, "I'm not going to hurt you."
Still trembling, she slowly turns her head to look at him in confusion. He's kneeled in front of her and smiling sweetly. "You're not going to hit me?"
"No," he cups her face and brushes off the blood tear from her cheek, "I was, but in the condition that you are in right now, I changed my mind. You were already at the brink of death. If you die, it would have ruined my plans. And I can't have a dead corpse in my room. It would have stunk. I saved your life, Miss Smoak. You should thank me."
"The Mirakuru," she breathes out, "You injected me with Mirakuru. And yet I'm not feeling the same effect you have -."
"You should thank your friend Curtis Holt for that," Slade's smile remains as he keeps playing with her blond hair, twirling it between his gloved fingers, "I'm surprised that his first try was a success. It's a pity he'll never see the results."
Felicity's eyes widen at his words. "You killed Curtis."
"I almost killed him, yes," he sighs in deception, "Unfortunately, he got away before I could slice his head off with my sword. He ran off with the experimental primate of his...You seem to be feeling better, I assume, aside from a few side effects you seem to be experiencing."
He says this while placing a hand on her knee, the same one that was playing with her hair earlier. The feel of his hand on her knee makes her stomach drops. "Blurry vision. Disorientation. Dizziness. Shakiness. Fever. And possibly nausea."
The very symptoms Felicity is feeling right now. Her light-headedness is sort of the same as being dizzy. Her vision continues going in and out of focus. She is shaking with cold despite feeling terribly warm. Real tears now streaming down her face, she speaks up in a shaking voice: "What are you gonna do to me now?"
"Right now? I'm going to let you rest. Tonight, you'll sleep until I say so. Afterwards, I'll continue with my plans on destroying Oliver Queen." He kept reminding her. He will always be reminding Felicity of his plans. None of it has changed.
"By hurting me," she whimpers.
Slade smiles again in response and brushes his fingers lightly over her cheek, making her flinch. "Yes."
Come on, Felicity, you're smart. Don't let him beat you. Don't let him win. Don't let him know you're afraid more than you are now.
Felicity stops crying and simply stares at him. His appearance has been a blurry blob the entire time she first saw him walking into the room. The reason why she even recognized him is because of his dark voice.
She watches him stand up and offer a hand for her to take. "I'll have to warn you not to do anything like this again if you wish to keep your legs. Come."
Felicity hesitates before placing her hand into his and she is carefully pulled back onto her feet. She sways slightly. Slade then carries her in his arms, her arms on her lap and her head involuntarily resting on his shoulder. Slade holds her head in place and hushes her once more before putting her down on the bed.
Felicity hopes the side effects are temporary as her eyelids are closing and her consciousness fades. She is simply feeling tired now. All she wants to do no is sleep without the feeling of being in danger all the time, which is sort of difficult when the man putting her to bed wants to kill her. But he promises he wouldn't hurt her for now. He promises to let her rest and Slade never breaks his promise. Of course, he promised he would still continue with his plans and it will include more broken bones and more blood.
I hope you guys liked it. I'll have the next chapter of Overwatch very soon. Please remember to read the rest of my fanfiction. I'm still giving Black Smoak a bit of a fix no thanks to my lack of stability. I'm only a few chapters away of finishing Black Smoak, and if things go well there's a chance I might make a sequel. And if you want to read my other fanfictions, give it a go. Please follow and leave a comment down below and tell me what you think of this chapter.