To guest: No, there will be no confession. Not only is it utter bullshit and the Oliver in the season five flashbacks nothing like the Oliver we met in season one, but the scenario leading up to it, with Oliver being captured, if he was captured would likely end with him breaking is chains and snapping Prometheus' neck, as this Oliver has proven to be able to easily get out of chains. And that is not how I want this to end.

League hideout

Night

Oliver was practicing his sword techniques when his phone rang. He paused in his work on, putting his sword on a rack with his other weapons before pulling out his phone.

"Captain?" He greeted as he answered.

"Hey, we have a situation," Quentin said and Olive stood to attention, "Back in early December, one of my guys, Sam Conahan, was murdered."

"That's awful, but what does that have to do with me?" Oliver asked confused.

"Well, the autopsy revealed the murder weapon was a sword. And we both know someone who uses a sword as his weapon of choice." Quentin pointed out and Oliver caught where the Captain was going with this.

"You think it was Prometheus." Oliver noted.

"Yeah. The case had no leads until tonight. Conahan's phone lit up, which is weird considering the owner was killed three months ago and the phone disconnected a month later." Quentin noted.

"Prometheus." Oliver narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, looks like he's making his move. His phone is located at Apara and Puckett." Quentin told him.

Star City

Later

"Any particular reason we didn't tell the others where we were going kid?" Deathstroke asked as he and Oliver entered the area. "This could be a trap."

"It's too obvious for a trap," Oliver disagreed, "Prometheus killed Darhk because he was trying to kill me. He bided his time, slowly manipulated events so that he could do it without Darhk's magic stopping him. Someone with that kind of methodical thinking wouldn't go for such an obvious trap."

Their conversation was interrupted when several waste containers lit on fire. The pair exchanged an uneasily glance before entering. Oliver had his bow out and Deathstroke drew his sword as they searched for Prometheus. Suddenly, they heard a cell phone ringing. They followed the sound and found a cell phone lying on the ground, no one in sight. Oliver picked it up and, seeing unknown flash across the screen, answered it and put it on speaker.

"Who is this?" He asked but heavy breathing was the only response.

Suddenly, the flares went out and there was a small explosion on the ground in front of them. Written in flames were the words 'So it begins.' The two stared, wondering what it meant.

League hideout

Later

"So it begins?" Roy repeated after Oliver and Slade had filled them in.

"Um, it seems like he's already started." Thea pointed out.

"I get Conahan, it was to draw you out, but why Darhk?" Roy wondered.

"So he could kill Oliver himself." Nyssa explained.

"So, he killed Darhk because Darhk was trying to kill you and Prometheus wants to do it himself?" Thea asked incredulously.

"Never underestimate the power of revenge." Slade warned her grimly.

"But revenge for what?" Helena wondered.

"I wish I knew Helena. But I am going to find out." Oliver said crossly.

Star City, next day

Morning

A woman was vacuuming her home when she turned around. She jumped back, shock and terror filling her as she saw Prometheus standing there. She stumbled back, tripping and falling on her back as Prometheus approached her.

"Please, I have two children!" She begged tearfully.

Prometheus responded by walking closer to her before throwing one of his shurikes. It hit her in the throat and her body jolted before stilling as the life left her. Prometheus stared down at her lifeless body before walking away.

Hours later, Quentin stared down at the body sadly as his men worked the scene. Everyone looked up as Nyssa walked in, dressed in a suit.

"FBI agent Nyssa Raatko. I'm here to assist on the case." Nyssa said as she flashed her fake badge.

"Guys, could you give us the room for a minute?" Quentin asked and the officers all left. "Oliver couldn't wait?"

"The radio call mentioned the murder weapon." Nyssa pointed out.

"Same type of weapon that killed Darhk." Quentin said as he pulled out an evidence bag, the bloodied shuriken inside.

"And the victim?" Nyssa inquired.

"Gay Eked, divorced mother of two. And before you ask, her ex has an airtight alibi and Ms. Eked's rap sheet is limited to three parking tickets." Quentin explained and Nyssa frowned.

"A police officer, a terrorist, and an innocent woman. What is Prometheus trying to do?" Nyssa wondered as Quentin's phone went off.

"Well you guys better figure it out fast, another body just dropped. Same M.O." Quentin said as he tossed the evidence bag to Nyssa, who caught it expertly.

League Hideout

Afternoon

"So, a police officer, Damien Darhk, an average house wife, and a cab driver." Oliver mused as he paced the room.

"Four victims that couldn't be less connected. These killings have to be part of whatever message Prometheus is trying to send you." Slade mused.

"Then we can remove Darhk from the list. Whatever message he's sending, Darhk isn't a part of this," Oliver said as Oliver's phone rang and he answered it, "Hello? Laurel, slow down, I can't understand what you're saying…what? Okay. Turn on a local news station." Oliver shouted to Thea.

"What's going on?" Helena asked.

"I don't know, Laurel wants us to see something on TV." Oliver explained as Thea found one.

"Detective Billy Malone, who is believed to be in charge of the investigation, could not be reached for comment, nor could the SCPD. But it is believed that the Throwing Star Killer is responsible for at least four deaths so far." Susan Williams reported.

"What the hell!?" Roy exclaimed.

"How the hell did the press find out about this?" Oliver demanded into the phone.

"I don't know, dad thinks he has a leak in the department." Laurel explained.

"Damn it, this is gonna send the city into a panic! Why would they do this!?" Oliver snarled.

"You grew up being hounded by the press, what do you think?" Laurel asked sarcastically and Oliver growled.

"This is the last thing we need Laurel!" Oliver snapped.

"I don't know why you're yelling at me, I'm just telling you what you're up against!" Laurel snapped and Oliver sighed.

"You're right, I'm sorry. Just…I'll call you if we find anything." Oliver said before hanging up.

"Throwing Star Killer, you gotta admit, it has a certain flair to it," Thea joked and Oliver shot her an annoyed look, "sorry."

"Nyssa better get back here soon, because otherwise there might not be a city left to protect." Oliver grumbled.

Sorry it's so short, next chapter will be longer.