A/N – I've never attempted writing a Fanfic before so bear with me, I'm new to it and I've always been happy reading everyone else's. Any constructive feedback is highly appreciated, and the story is not Beta'd so my apologies for any horrific mistakes, point them out to me and I will try to fix them. Enjoy!
Cold, it definitely felt cold to her. Could she hear voices or was her mind playing tricks. She couldn't remember anything that had happened, she didn't know the time or date. Had she been here for hours, days, months, or had she only been here a matter of seconds? Why couldn't she see or move her arms? The fear gripped her, along with the adrenaline. The fight or flight response kicking in already.
The air felt thick as she inhaled. It was definitely humid. As her ears adjusted to her new surroundings, she could now hear a noise. It sounded like a fan. As she tried to rise from the ground using her hands with great difficulty due to the rope around them keeping them secured behind her back a heavily accented voice boomed out, "Why sleeping beauty has awoken!"
Russian? Was he Russian? He disrupted her thoughts again, removing the blind fold that was blocking her from seeing a thing, "I have been waiting 2 days for you to wake up. How are we feeling today?"
Her voice felt thick, she struggled to speak for a few seconds, before finding herself, "Who are you? What am I doing here?"
"So many questions Miss Smoak, so little time I care to spend answering them! But before I leave, I will say one thing; let's hope Mr Queen comes through for you. Or not, either way suits me just fine." The sly smile he wore whilst speaking disgusted Felicity, that along with the thick accent had Felicity hating this man already.
He left the room leaving the blinding light on. When did it get so damn bright in here? Felicity spent the next hour sat in a concrete room. Grey and boring. She found herself drifting off as the time passed. When was someone coming to see her again? Would anybody come back? What did Oliver have to do with any of this?
As the steel door collided with the concrete wall Felicity started awake. A bald and short man backed into the room, yelling something in what she assumed was Russian. As he turned to face her his face quickly changed from one of annoyance to one that seemed much more friendly than the last man she spoke to. "Hello, my name is Olaf. We haven't had the pleasure of meeting until now, but as a gesture of good will, how about I take the ropes off?" His Russian accent was much weaker, but still noticeable. And he smelt awful, she thought to herself and he leaned over and free her hands.
Felicity didn't answer she just stared into his cold blue eyes, swallowed thickly and nodded. "C…ca…can you tell me what I'm doing here?" Dammit, why did she sound so weak, and scared?
"Ah, Miss Smoak, Felicity," he amended, "I can answer you that. A few weeks ago Mr Queen and I had a little run in. Not the two of us personally, but he had a disagreement with how one of my companies ran their businesses, and what they sold shall we say."
Felicity's eyes narrowed. Just as creepy as the first guy, she thought to herself. "What kind of run in. Do you work for one of Mr Queen's companies overseas?" Her curiosity was winning over.
"Not quite Miss Smoak. I live here in the beautiful Starling City. I deal in the not quite so legal side of things." Huh, at least she was still in the city she thought to herself. "You see, after The Arrow took out The Count the second time, I saw my chance." He waved his arms dramatically, Felicity struggled to stop her eyes from rolling.
"The market needed a man like me. A tough, no nonsense, smart man. A business minded man. Someone who could mould the city into something better. A hierarchy is needed, you see Miss Smoak. And I am the man to enforce that hierarchy."
"So you're a drug lord?" She asked flatly.
"No Miss Smoak, I am a business man." He replied sweetly. Felicity could hear the frustration in his voice though.
"A business man who sells, illegal and dangerous drugs!" She stated.
"In your opinion maybe. In the eyes of my customers, I am a revolutionary! I have started something brilliant. And then The arrow came in and crushed it!" He spat venomously.
"The Arrow only stops those who deserve or need to be stopped." Felicity replied, as she did she puffed out her chest in pride.
"The Arrow is nothing more than a COWARD." He bellowed. "And you'll do well to remember that." He tried calming himself down. "Miss Smoak, you and I share a secret. A very important secret. Mr Queen and The Arrow, they share a face."
Felicity's eyes widened and her heart pounded in her chest. What was she supposed to do now? How did this slime ball know anything about Oliver?
"I wasn't aware of that secret." Her voice was giving her away.
"Don't be so stupid. Lying won't get you anywhere." He snorted at her.
Maybe if she changed the subject he'd forget about this revelation for the time being, "You haven't told me exactly what I'm doing here. Do I get to find out, or do I just get to sit here looking pretty?" She asked sarcastically.
"You, my dear Felicity, are the bait. What's the point in trying to catch a rat if you don't have the right food?" He sneered. "Miss Lance, Laurel, I believe you know her as. She's just not the right kind of bait. Mr Queen isn't as smart as he thinks he is. You are the right kind of bait. He may never tell you, but the way he looks and you," he hums at her, "he gives the game away. It's obvious to most strangers. I don't see why you can't see it, or admit it to yourselves. Dinners in 10. I'll make sure someone comes to get you." With that he turned on his heels and made a quick exit.
What was she going to do? She had to try and remember what happened for her sake. She needed to figure out what happened. Maybe that would give her the upper hand.