I intended for this chapter to be a lot longer. However, I'm experiencing a bad case of tendonitis that typing makes worse. So I decided to post what I have so far. Thank you for your comments, likes and favorites!
Somewhere in Starling City
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Felicity awoke to darkness and the steady drip of water. Cold concrete was the first sign she had that she wasn't comfortably sleeping in her bed. The other, she discovered after she tried to sit up, were her tied hands.
Where was she?
How did she get here?
The last thing she remembered was standing at her apartment door. Oliver had dropped her off after she forced him to eat a cheeseburger at Big Belly. She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings like Digg trained her. Her head had still been in the clouds after the look Oliver gave her earlier. Anyone could have snuck up on her and apparently had.
Felicity scooted herself across the floor until her back hit the wall. Using it as leverage, she pushed herself off the cold floor. She was still wearing her purple dress and high-heeled shoes. Maneuvering the wall wasn't easy. However, after a couple of minutes, and a possible scrape on her shoulder, she was standing.
A large part of her wanted to panic. It wanted to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry. But she wouldn't. She couldn't. She had to get out of wherever she was. If she wanted to achieve that goal, she had to stay calm.
The sound of a lock turning broke her out of her thoughts. She pushed herself against the wall, feeling some of that panic set in. A door swung open, hitting the wall and flooding the room with fluorescent light. She shut her eyes at the suddenness of the light.
This wasn't good. Not good at all. Whoever took her didn't leave her in this dank and damp room for nothing. Whatever the plans were, she had a dreadful feeling she wasn't going to like them.
Cracking open her eyes, she found a man standing in the doorway. He had light brown wavy hair. Brown eyes obscured by a pair of black framed glasses and was of average height. Nondescript. Easily blends in. Probably the most dangerous person in any team.
"Felicity Smoak," said the man as he walked towards her.
"Who are you?" She asked with a slight tremble to her voice.
He cocked his head to the side and looked her over. "You've spent all this time looking for me and you don't even remember my name? I'm crushed babe."
Her eyes widened when she realized who he was. Colin Fitzpatrick.
"What do you want with me?" She asked, determined to brazen it out.
He leaned down until his face was in front of hers. Reaching up, he trailed a finger down her cheek. It took extreme willpower to keep herself from flinching.
"The Arrow."