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Oh God.

You did this.

"-Oliver, come one, man-"

Oliver was only vaguely aware of John's hand on his shoulder, but it was enough to make him even sicker. He didn't deserve comfort. He was a killer.

Ollie, please, don't do this-

Oh God.

Oh God.

All he could see was the fear in Barry's eyes as the blood trickled down his chin.

From a wound Oliver had given him.

Oliver shrugged off John's hand roughly, stumbling to his feet and getting out of that building the fastest he could.

He couldn't handle being in the same building as Barry's corpse.

And so he disappeared. He didn't know where he was going but it didn't matter, nothing mattered because you murdered Barry Allen and you liked it-

Oliver's knees met the concrete once more.

He was back later that night.

When every thing was quiet, and every one was either gone or asleep, Oliver came back to the bunker.

He made his way into the dimly lit building, careful not to wake the sleeping Felicity at the desk. His heart broke at the sight. Even in her sleep, she looked heartbroken.

All because of Oliver.

All because you couldn't admit you needed help and now your friend is dead-

He made it to the door.

The door to the room where Barry's bruised and bloodied and broken body lay.

Swallowing past the nausea, he walked right on by.

He didn't come here for this.

He came here for a much different reason.

Walking up to where it lay on the shelf, he stared at the offending item. Thrown to the side, discarded as if the person handling it could barely stand to look at it.

Oliver knew the feeling.

His uniform was covered in blood and he knew it wasn't his own.

He closed his eyes, inhaling slowly to subside the sudden wave of nausea and guilt and rage-

He only needed the mask and hood.

He wouldn't even bother with the bow.

This was one mission Oliver didn't need arrows.

Grabbing something much different, he pocketed the weapon and mask, moving back out of the buiding as quickly as he entered.

He couldn't handle being in there a second more.

Surprisingly, it didn't take Oliver long to find her.

She'd set up base at an abandoned warehouse, apparently not one to live in luxury despite the things she stole.

If Barry were here Oliver knew he'd crack a joke about the criminal's choice of hiding.

But he wasn't and you're the reason.

He parked the motorcycle a mile away, knowing he had to be silent and stealthy for this work. His tactics so much different than that of Barry's who was just speed and now-

But he's dead.

So that wouldn't be happening.

He made his way there quickly, too focused on the mission before him to be distracted by anything else.

He needed to do this.

For Barry.

Oliver may be a heartless murderer but he'd be damned if he didn't avenege his friend.

Didn't he die at your own hand?

He'd worry about that when she was gone.

The tracker on his phone indiacted that she was directly in the center of the building, the first room he'd get to.

And so he did what he had to.

He kicked down the door.

Screw stealth.

Oliver wasted no time before firing the first shot, taking pleasure in the cry of pain he heard from her.

But suddenly all Oliver saw was Barry's face as he shot an arrow into him, screaming in agony as Oliver watched in delight and-

No.

Barry didn't deserve that.

She did.

"What the hell!?" She screeched, stumbling back as she clutched at her shoulder and brought Oliver back to reality. He never lowered the gun.

"You killed my friend," He stated. Calm and grounded and knowing what he needed to do. There was a fear in her eyes that matched Barry's last look he gave him and suddenly Oliver was wondering what Barry's last thoughts were-

"I think that was you that did that, buddy-"

Oliver shot a bullet into window behind her, she screamed and flinched and he didn't care, he didn't care-

"You killed him!" He roared and his voice shook but his hands were steady.

"I swear, I just-"

"You killed him and now you're going to pay." He brought the gun back up and aimed but that fear was in her eyes and he could see Barry's face looking back at him, begging and bleeding-

Barry wouldn't want you to do this.

But Barry was dead.

So Oliver shot.

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