Like I said at the beginning of the last upload, I have gone down to fewer updates, but I will try my best at making the chapters longer from now on.

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Three years ago, Nanda Parbat

Three weeks later, the end of Oliver's cleansing

"You are no longer Oliver Queen. You are Al Sah-Him," Ra's Al Ghul told Oliver as he had just gotten out from the isolation cell he had been put in for the past weeks.

"I am Al Sah-Him, member of the League of Assassins," Oliver confirmed Ra's words. Ra's nodded at Oliver and they started to walk out of the cell. Oliver was given his League-armor, which he put on since he knew that was what Ra's wanted him to do now. They started walking back towards Nyssa's room, who Oliver thought would be waiting for him. He was greatly mistaken.

When they reached her room, Ra's just opened the door without even knocking. Oliver was about to tell him to let her have her privacy until he noticed that the room was empty. He knew something was off because Ra's wouldn't lead him to her room without her being there unless something was wrong.

"Something has happened. What is it?" Oliver asked, trying not to sound like he was about to lose his mind, and still keeping a respective tone before Ra's.

"My daughter, your teacher, was taken on one of her missions during your cleansing. We know where she has been taken, but the woman who has taken her demands that the League will be shut down in an exchange for my daughter. As the Head of the Demon, I can't do that, but I knew by the way you looked at her, before you went to your cleansing, that you would go after her if I told you this. Unless the cleansing has completely erased your former personality?" Ra's explained to Oliver. Oliver was trying to comprehend that Ra's knew about him and Nyssa, especially now that they had tried so hard to keep it between the two of them. But he was Ra's Al Ghul for a reason, so there wasn't much to really think about.

"I have sworn my loyalty to the League, but as you said, you knew I would go after her. Where am I headed?" Oliver answered and bowed before Ra's. Ra's smiled at him. He knew Oliver had sworn his loyalty to the League, but he knew just by telling Oliver where Nyssa was, he would already be on his way.

"Follow me," Ra's said and started walking towards the weapon smith's room. When they had reached the weapons smith, Oliver was handed his own personalized bow and sword. "Now I think you are ready to save my daughter,"

Oliver nodded and started towards the plane. One of the other assassins were already inside the plane and had started the engines when Oliver entered. Oliver heard some footsteps behind, so he turned around was facing Ra's again.

"Al Sah-Him, I would like to let you know that, given Nyssa's condition from what we have seen through the call we had with them, it is likely that she won't be able to walk on her own, nor protect herself," Ra's told Oliver and gave him a picture of Nyssa in her shackles. Well, she wasn't in shackles since she was too weak to do any resistance anyway, Oliver thought since she wasn't in shackles at all, just lying on the floor covered in dried blood, which was most likely her own. Oliver was furious by the sight of Nyssa like that. He had seen her in many states, but he had never seen her in such a bad one, and it was breaking his heart.

"Let's get going," Oliver told the pilot. Ra's turned around and started walking down the ramp between the plane and the ground, with a smile on his face, but it had a sense of worry too. He didn't want his daughter to die, but if Oliver's skills weren't enough and he would end up dying trying to rescue her, then he had to let her die like she was just another League member, but he felt confident that his daughter's training was going to be enough for Oliver to rescue her.

The pilot closed the ramp to plane and the plane started moving slowly, and soon enough the plane was in the air, on the way to where Nyssa was being held, hostage.

The plane had landed, and Oliver was now looking down at the building where he was told Nyssa was being held. He could see it heavily armed like they had been expecting the League to come and get her using force, but instead, Oliver was sent and was going to rip off every head on the soldiers he sees.

He had thought about various ways for him to get inside, but one seemed like the only one he was going to get Nyssa out alive, now that she was weak. Wearing his League attire with hood and mask up, he walked up to the front gate and waved at the soldier that was responsible for the gate opening. He could see the soldier called someone on his phone and shortly after the gates were opened and Oliver walked inside the gates. Now they knew he was there, but they were still going to be looking for him soon.

He walked down one of the hallways when he heard two soldiers coming his way. He went inside a little closet on his right and grabbed the handle on his sword, ready to pull it out of its sheath. The soldiers noticed the open door at the closet, so when they went to close that door, Oliver pulled his sword and the next thing Oliver heard was the thud of two heads hitting the floor.

He started walking further down the hallway when suddenly the alarms started and now everything was only lit up by the red light from the alarm lights. This was perfect for Oliver, now he had more of an advantage because they would have a harder time seeing him. He could more steps just around the corner of this hallway. He quickly went to the corner and got his sword ready again. From what he could hear between the alarm's loud blaring, there were five or six guys around the corner, less than a meter from him now. He went around and put his sword through the first person and used him as a human shield when the next person in line started firing at him. While he was holding the dead guy standing with his sword, he pulled three flechettes with his other hand and threw them at the other soldiers. One was hit in the eye, while two of the others were hit in the hand, they used to hold their guns, which was now on the floor. He dropped the dead guy and started slicing at the others. Now four of them were dead and Oliver still needed to keep one of them alive to tell him which room Nyssa was in. The guy on the left pulled his gun, but before he was able to aim it, Oliver's sword was thrown through his throat. The guy fell dead to the floor, with the sword sticking out of his throat, which Oliver pulled out when he walked past him to threaten the last man.

"Where is Nyssa Al Ghul?" Oliver asked him while pulling his sword, and pressing it lightly up against his throat, threatening him. The soldier's focus on his throat, where he could feel some blood starting to run down his throat, but whether it was his or the other's blood, he didn't know.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" Oliver yelled at him.

"She is down this hall, the last door on the right…" The soldier answered scared of what was going to happen to him now. Oliver pushed the guard in the direction of the door he was talking about.

"Walk," He commanded. The soldier started walking slowly towards the door at the end of the hall, with Oliver's sword pressing up against his back. The soldier opened the door and Oliver saw Nyssa lying in more dried blood than she had on the picture he had seen. He pushed his sword through the soldier, killing him too. The body fell to the ground and Oliver walked to sit beside Nyssa.

"Nyssa are you there?" Oliver asked her, but he didn't get a response. Suddenly he heard a gun getting cocked behind him.

"Put down your weapons and get your hands behind your head," A male voice told him. Oliver could two persons breathing behind him, so he was waiting for some kind of indicator who the last person was since that person hadn't cocked a gun. Oliver did as he was told and put his sword and bow on the ground beside him. He sat on his knees and put his hands behind his head as he was told, but when the man came to give in handcuffs on, Oliver quickly turned around and jammed one of his flechettes through the man's forearm. The man dropped his gun and screamed in pain. Oliver had turned around and now saw the other person was a woman in a business suit, and she didn't look fazed by what Oliver just did to the man, so Oliver decided to take it further.

He picked up his sword from the ground and sent it through the man's calf, only to hear another scream as the only sound in the room. He quickly pulled out his sword from the man's leg and looked down at the pathetic man lying on the floor. Oliver stepped on the man's good arm and locked his hand that way. He had his eyes fixed on the woman in the business suit, while he was slowly moving his sword down towards the hand locked in place, under his foot. When the man started screaming again, Oliver kept his gaze on the woman and could now see that she was beginning to see that he had no mercy. To finish off things, Oliver slowly moved his sword down the man's stomach to let him slowly bleed out.

Oliver took his sword and placed it back in its sheath, took his bow and placed it around his shoulder, and went to pick up Nyssa. She was lighter than she used to be, which was a concern for him.

"How long has she been here?" Oliver asked in a normal tone of voice.

"You have gone through all of the guards and is now looking at a woman you have never seen before, and that is what you want to know about?" The woman asked surprised.

"I only care about her. How long?" Oliver said carried Nyssa in his arms. Her head was resting on his shoulders while her arms were put nicely on her stomach by Oliver.

"Nothing more than a week. Who are you? You are no ordinary assassins from the League," The woman tried to get the identity of who her soldiers had just been killed by since it looked like she wasn't going to be killed right now.

"You first," Oliver told her. He knew it was a somewhat childish response to give, but he wouldn't let his identity be known without knowing who he was going to keep an eye on after all of this.

"I'm Amanda Waller, the director of A.R.G.U.S," Waller replied, knowing she had to do as Oliver told her, or she would be in some deep trouble.

"Well, Amanda, you've just been beaten by a dead man, I'm Oliver Queen," Oliver told her and started walking out of the room. When Oliver and Nyssa had reached the outside of the building, Nyssa started to stir.

"Oliver… Is that you?" Nyssa asked weakly. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open, but she could feel by the way he carried her, the feeling of him embracing her again, that was how she could recognize him, now that she could barely open her eyes.

"Shh… Just rest. I will get you to safety," Oliver replied to her, while he was walking towards the plane. Nyssa complied with what Oliver told her and went back to sleep while he was carrying her. On the inside, she was happy and couldn't get happier to be in his arms again, but unfortunately, she couldn't show it in any way

Present

"Oliver, have you thought about a way to get in there without us getting with by the many guns there likely is on the other side of that room?" Bruce asked concerned that Oliver hasn't thought about this plan enough.

"I go in first, and when I have their attention you go in and help me get rid of them," Oliver replied. He knew Bruce wouldn't be a big fan of letting Oliver take the highest risks, but he knew that now was no time to argue with Oliver. He would just have to be quick about helping him. Bruce nodded and followed Oliver to the door, which Oliver knew led to the office rooms, where Waller would be.

Oliver gave Bruce a bid and charged through the door while Bruce was waiting for the soldiers to aim at Oliver. Bruce could count fifteen soldiers, and then there would be Waller. After just ten seconds of waiting, Oliver had taken out three soldiers and had everyone's attention, so Bruce thought now was the time he would go in to help. Oliver had gone to the right side of the room to take out the soldiers there, so Bruce went to the left, so Oliver didn't have to go across the room to take them out. In a matter of minutes, every guard was either dead or wanting to be, because of the pain they were exposed to. Oliver walked over to one of them, grabbed him by the hair and dragged him across the room so he and Oliver were just outside the glass wall that was between them and Waller. Bruce was watching Oliver carefully; this was the part why he was asked to come along. To make sure Oliver didn't lose control while torturing whoever was going to get tortured.

Bruce watched as Oliver his sword slowly through the soldier's skull, so he would feel the pain from the sword penetrating his skull until he was dead, then Oliver drove it through quickly and pulled it back out. Bruce had seen many ways of killing a guy slowly and painfully, but he never had seen it done this way. He knew Oliver could be one of the cruelest persons when he was going to torture someone, but sometimes it was too much for anyone to watch, luckily for him he had seen a lot.

Amanda Waller watched in horror but didn't show it, what Oliver just did to one of her soldiers. Walker wasn't alone inside her little glass office room, she had her assistant director with her, Lyla Michaels. She too watched in horror as Oliver slowly killed her colleague with his sword. She knew her ex-husband, John Diggle was working with Oliver on his little mission in saving Starling City, but she had never thought Oliver would be this ruthless, especially now that John was working with him. He had to be doing things differently when he wasn't attacking A.R.G.U.S. The two of them watched as Oliver tossed the dead body aside and brought over a new one.

"Why doesn't he just kill us now?" Lyla asked her boss, not wanting to see more of her colleagues die in such a horrible way.

"He wants me to suffer now. This will stop when he sees me fear him," Waller answered, with fear evident in her voice, but not showing in her face.

The next soldier who was dragged in front of the glass office was placed on his knees, just like the last person Oliver had tortured. He pulled out his knife and kept his gaze on Waller, to see just a little hint of fear in her demeanor. His knife found its way to the soldier's shoulder and only the handle was visible, the rest was hiding inside the soldier's shoulder. Oliver saw Waller flinch, which she didn't do with the last guy, so he knew he was getting close in what he wanted.

Bruce watched as the two women were watching in horror. This was the last person alive on this side of the glass office, so Oliver was surely going to take his time with this guy. But Bruce had no idea what he was going to do if it wasn't enough to make Waller show how scared she was.

Oliver grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out quickly. There was blood dripping off of the blade, which Oliver decided to clean off on the man's face by sliding the blade across his cheek. Oliver 'accidentally' ended up giving the man a cut on his cheek. The man winced in pain and disgust by the way Oliver ended up cutting him. Waller and Lyla were disgusted by the way Oliver was torturing the man in front of them, and in reality, Lyla has had more than enough of this.

"Okay, we get it. You can stop now," Lyla told him through the glass that was separating them. Oliver looked at her curiously, since she wasn't the one of those two to make the calls. Oliver shifted his focus to Amanda Waller, who was looking at Lyla like she was crazy. Waller didn't agree on the call of telling Oliver it was enough, but she liked it in some way because Oliver had stopped from torturing right now.

He took his sword and cut off the head of the man beside him. Lyla and Waller winced at the sight of another decapitation, with their eyes closed for a split second, but when they opened them again, Oliver and Bruce were gone. Lyla looked at her boss and could see that she was genuinely scared now, that she didn't know where Oliver was or what he was planning anymore. Lyla was just as scared, but it was like she wasn't as scared as Waller because she knew Oliver wasn't after her, just Amanda Waller. It was a very weird, but soothing feeling she was having, but it helped her calm down at least a little bit.

Oliver could now see that they were terrified by him and what was happening. Exactly like he wanted it to be. He popped up beside them and they gave out a little yelp in surprise. Bruce stood behind him and watched the women carefully as they were getting more and more scared by every second there went. He kind of felt bad for them, now that Oliver had been playing them like it was some kind of horror movie.

"Oliver, I think enough has been done. I don't think Ms. Waller will be a problem anymore," Bruce reasoned with Oliver. Oliver was looking down at the two women since he was a bit taller than them, and for the first time, he was somewhat satisfied with the look on Amanda Waller's face. She was scared beyond reason, and it was all his doing.

"I'm not done yet," Oliver said and pulled out his sword and put it right through Waller's chest. She gasped at the feeling of life leaving her body. "You are lucky I decided to bring him. If hadn't, you would have had a much more terrible death,"

The last motion Waller did, before life left her body, was to gulp. It was both because of what Oliver said scared her, but it was in relief too, because she knew it was right. Bruce was the reason for Oliver holding back, and she was a little grateful he decided to come along.

Oliver pulled out the sword from her body and put it back in his sheath. Amanda Waller's lifeless body fell to the floor with a thud. He looked down at her body and was satisfied with her destiny. She deserved to die ever since the first time she had interfered with his's life and now she finally dead and could never do something to his family again. He turned to look at Lyla who looked down at her boss's lifeless body on the ground. She definitely hadn't thought Oliver would kill her just like that, but now she has learned that she could never predict what Oliver would do.

"Now you are the one in charge. Don't make the same mistakes as she did. Say hello to John when you see him tonight," Oliver said and started walking out of the office room.

"How did you know I was going to see John tonight?" Lyla asked shocked that Oliver knew about them.

"Because I know everything about those who are around me," Oliver said and left the premises.

Oliver and Bruce entered the foundry where Nyssa was trying to help Aaila sit up as they had heard them enter. Aaila still had some spots of blood on her body and clothes, but most of it was actually cleaned off already. Nyssa had thought it was a good idea before Oliver came back and saw how bloody Aaila had been since it would have made him feel even worse than he already did.

Oliver stiffened and stopped walking when he saw Aaila's condition. He remembered this feeling when he saw Nyssa back when he saved her from Waller, and he didn't like it one bit. He felt terrible, because if he had been there, where they had been taken, then they wouldn't have been taken since they would have been able to fend them off, but both times, he had not been there, and it was slowly killing him.

Bruce kept walking, to greet and check up on Aaila. He heard Oliver's footsteps stop, but he decided this was something either he was going to have to deal with on his own or Nyssa was the one who should help him. He greeted Aaila and Nyssa immediately saw her husband standing in the back of the room, just watching them like he was scared of showing himself. Nyssa knew right there what was going with him since she had seen him like that before. She started towards him and when she reached him, she pulled him into a hug. Her head rested her on his chest and she could easily hear that his heartbeat was beating faster than normal.

"You know this isn't your fault, right?" She asked her husband and looked up into his 'scared' eyes.

"If I had been there, she wouldn't have gotten kidnapped… Again," Oliver replied and couldn't stop looking at Aaila. He felt bad that he hadn't done something about it the first time when she was perfectly fine. Because he didn't do anything there, she was exposed to whatever she had gone through. He had no problem when he was the one to go through something like that, but when it was those around him, he felt like he had failed them.

"Aaila knew the risks of going on that run, just as well as we did, but we decided to not let that risk control how we were going to live until something happened," Nyssa tried to soothe her husband.

"I know, but it still hurts to think about that I could have done something about it…" Oliver said and finally looked down at Nyssa and kissed her. "Thank you. You always know what to say to me when I'm down,"

"I should. It's kind of in the thing about marriage. Come on, she has been eager for you to come home and hear what went down," Nyssa said and pulled away from the hug and slowly pulled Oliver with her when she started walking towards Aaila and Bruce who were still talking about how she felt.

They stopped walking when they were close to a meter from Aaila and now Oliver could easily inspect all of the wounds in sight. It did not exactly help with his guilt, but he knew that he just had to move past it, like Aaila probably already had. Aaila saw the look on Oliver's face and started to feel bad that she was the reason he felt like that.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Aaila said and looked down at her lap. If it wasn't for her being too weak, she would have let some tears fall, but she didn't have the strength to. Oliver looked at her confused. He had no idea why in the world she would be apologizing.

"You don't have anything to apologize for?" Oliver questioned.

"If I hadn't gotten take, you wouldn't feel bad right now…" She said and could feel the muscles in her back having a hard time holding her sitting, so she decided to lie down. Oliver quickly reacted when he saw that she was going to lie down, he went to help her down on the table so she could rest.

"We all knew the risks of you going on that run on your own. So, this is just as much my or Nyssa's fault as it is yours," Oliver tried to soothe his daughter. A small smile crept across Nyssa's face when she heard what Oliver said because she was sure he was trying to convince both Aaila and himself.

"Then you should stop blaming yourself too…" Aaila remarked from what Oliver just told her.

"I will try. Now I think you should get some rest. We will most likely move back to the apartment but try to see if you can sleep through me carrying you," Oliver said and kissed her on the forehead, which made Aaila hum. Less than two minutes of Oliver holding her hand and watching her, she fell asleep on the table for some long-needed rest.