~Part 1 - Extensive Interrogation~

Madeline holding an arrow tightly in her hand, pacing around the three men tied to their seats. "I'm not going to ask you again." She says, tickling the edge of the arrow on the back of a man's neck. "Tell me where they are keeping Arrow!" The men exchange looks and stay silent. "I will kill each and every one of you, slowly, painfully, until I get what I need. Where are they keeping him?!" She turns on the one in the middle.

He mumbles hateful words and shakes his head. Madeline has anger surge through her body and quickly stabs an arrow into the man's leg. He lets out an ear throbbing scream; she quickly muffles the scream with a rag. "Tell me!" She shouts as she pulls out the blood stained arrow.

"I-I will not tell you!" He says spitting at her feet. She lets out a huff of anger and grabs her metal bow, pulling the blood stained arrow on the bow string.

"Answer the question!" She says forcefully.

"You will not shoot me."

"People always seem to underestimate me." She says with a twisted grin. She releases the arrow. It goes into the man's right shoulder and her lets out a scream. "Think I'm messing around?" She says raising her voice. "Think this is a game?" She yanks out the arrow and another scream quickly fills the room. "Alright, I'm gonna give you a time out." She says placing her bow and arrow down.

She quickly goes around to the back of the middle man's seat and pulls on the seat. She pulls him to the wall and keeps him there. "Say a word and there will be another arrow through your shoulder. But, this time it will have a bit of a shock." She threatens before she walks to the other two.

The other two give each other with expressions of fear and looks at the dangerous woman they see standing before them. "Now, you two won't be that hard, right?" She asks squatting down. "I mean, of course you'll corporate from what you just saw what I did to your friend over there." The two looked at each other and shook their heads. "Shame." Madeline says standing up and walks to her bow and arrow.

She picks up the arrow and goes to the guy on the left. "Now, Jimmy – It's Jimmy, right? – Of course, now, you're gonna tell me what I want to know. And um… I won't hurt you." She says casually as she places a hand on his shoulder. "Now if you don't corporate, well… desperate times calls for desperate measures." She rubs the tip of the arrow on his face. "We don't want that now, do we?"

He quickly spits in her face and curses at her in German. "Okay… I see. Desperate measures, I see." She stabs the arrow in his upper shoulder and twists it. The man lets out a cry and thrashes around. She shoves him against the chair, pushing the arrow deeper into his flesh. "Come on now, Jimmy. All I need is a name – an address. Some sort of – lead." She pulls out the arrow and the man screams out in pain.

She places the arrow back on the table and turns to him, slapping him across the face. "Now, focus!" Her voice intensifies as she gets angrier. "Where is the Arrow? Who's responsible?" He pants as beads of sweat drip slide from his forehead. He looks up with nothing but pure rage through his eyes. "I'm not gonna ask again, Jimmy." She says leaning against the table as she throw one leg over her other.

He shakes his head and quickly says. "Never. Not even for my son!" He spat.

"Oh I know you won't tell me. Even if I threaten your family's life, you're a broken man, Jimmy." She says tauntingly. "You'll tell me in an exchange for yours." She says swaying a bit. He spits on her boots and she shakes her head. As quick as lightning she spun around taking her bow and arrow and releases an arrow into his knee cap.

He lets out a scream and she quickly puts the bow down, pulling him to the same wall where she pulled her last victim. "I'm not done with you." She hisses to both of them.

She turns on her heels, leaving the arrow in the man's knee, and walks to the last one. "Felicity, pull up research about a man named Joseph Carlo. I'm gonna need to persuade him a bit." She whispers in her ear piece. She turns to the man and takes out a see-through, glass-pane thin tablet. A prototype, but an excellent piece for hacking.

"Got the information?" She asked.

"You are excellent." Madeline says with a grin once his information comes up. "Now, Mr. Carlo," Madeline starts slowly. "I see that you're a family man." The man lets out a muffled cry. "Um… a wife, Barbara is her name I see. Beautiful and a magnificent woman I see. Very talented in her arts of cooking I see."

"Oh and your daughter, Kayla, she is such a nice girl. All passing grades in school, at the age of sixteen, oh and her college fund - Wow! - I'm impressed. She's set to go to any school she wants. Oh and little Max, six years old, schizophrenia. Poor boy." She meant the last comment with sincerity. She thinks that no one should go through it, but for the sake of finding Oliver. It's her only choice to threaten his father with it.

"Let's see, medical records upon medical records." She says scrolling through the dozens of records. "Let's go to your perfect daughter, Kayla, shall we?" Joseph bites his lower lip and a tear leaves the corner of his eye. "Now, let's see her college fund. Let's put it to something useful, like… charity to an orphanage. That'd be nice. Or maybe charity to cancer patients. Or to your sons doctor's office. Oh that'd be a great donation."

"N-no not my daughter!" He pleads with her. "Don't hurt her, hurt me!"

"I am." Madeline says tapping a few buttons. "Let's see a click of a button and it's donated. Last chance."

"Please, please I don't know anything! Don't let me daughter suffer, please!" He pleads, tears streaming. Madeline gives him a weird look and squats down to his level.

"You really don't know anything, huh?" She asks tilting the tablet to his view. To see she is not bluffing. He glances down and a few tears roll down his cheeks. "Alright, fine. Mention this, I'm coming after you." She takes then slams a dart into his leg and he quickly falls asleep.

She drags his seat to a corner where she will not bother him. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was sincere. She turns to the first one of her victims and pulls back to the middle of the room. She quickly slaps him to snatch his attention.

"Alright, Tony, where's Arrow being held?" She said angrily as she grabbed an arrow that tazes a person on impact. He presses his lips together and doesn't say a word. He breathes heavily and gives her a hateful look. "We know what's gonna happen if you don't answer." She says as she gently places the tazer arrow on the table.

Tony grumbles and says. "You're not gonna make me talk." She nods and picks up her bow.

"You sure about that, Tony?" She asks rubbing the smooth texture of the bow. He doesn't answer. "Alright, have it your way." She swipes her bow at clocks him on the side of his head. He quickly passes out and the side of his head has a cut that trickles with blood.

She pulls him aside and quickly drags the other forward. "I am losing my patience!" She spat with a heave of her bow in front of her. She pulls the arrow on the string and aims it at his stomach. "Tell me where he is!" She shouts. The man stares at her blankly. "Last – chance." She hisses. The man gives her a toothy grin, which angered her.

She releases the arrow and electric pulses go through his body on impact. He screams out in pain as his body thrashes around. "I'm not gonna stop torturing you until I get answers! If I don't get an answer, I will shoot you with another one of the arrows."

After about two minutes of watching the man twitch, he finally looks at her, panting and sweating. "Alright, fine." He gulps. "I'll give you a small hint of where he is." She lets out a heave of breath and places her bow on the table. She quickly steps forward and rips out the arrow. The man groans loudly, but then doesn't make a sound.

"I will have my colleague speak with you." She says folding her arms. "And if you give him any crap, I'm coming back." She places the arrow on the table and walks to the iron door, taking one last glance at her prisoner.

The door shuts behind her and she quickly shoves off her hood. "These guys aren't messing around. They're pretty loyal." She says leaning against Felicity's table. "Tony. He's the guy. You need to talk to him." She says gesturing to Roy. "If he gives you any problems, I'm going back in there."

Roy nods, looking at Madeline with concern. He quickly leaves to interrogate the prisoner, leaving Diggle, Felicity and Madeline alone. "When we're done, they both need medical attention. Also, Joseph needs to be taken home. He's innocent." Felicity's eyes widen at the words 'medical attention.'

"What did you exactly do to them in there?" She asked with her mouth gaping open.

"What needed to be done." Is all Madeline answered, as she glances to Felicity. Diggle and Felicity both give each other worried glances and turn their gaze slowly back to the computer monitor.

Thirty minutes go by and Roy hasn't come out. Madeline gets restless. She quickly pulls on her hood and walks back to where she left the prisoners. "Madeline, please don't hurt them too much." Felicity says with a concerned tone.

Madeline stops in her tracks and turns around. "Why would I go easy on them? They are hired killers. They murder people in cold blood, every day!" Madeline says fiercely. "Why would I give them my mercy?" She spat. "They've got Oliver. And every minute I wait, Oliver is seconds away from being killed! I'm not just gonna sit here and wait."

Felicity gets off her seat and walks slowly forward. "You don't think I care too? You don't think any of us cares for Oliver?" Felicity raises her voice to Madeline. "You don't think we're spending our every waking moment to find Oliver?!" Felicity looks furious, her cheeks are bright red and her eyes filled with pain. This new act of Felicity takes Madeline back.

"We know he's your brother, Madeline! But you need to remember that these are people, not a computer or an empty shell. They are people! They have families, lives-"

"Lives dedicated to murder, Felicity!" Madeline snapped. "Do you not remember who we are dealing with?"

Felicity shuts her mouth and she shakes her head. "Madeline, we don't know if Oliver is even-"

"Don't you dare say it! I'm not letting him go. He's all I've got left!"

Diggle slowly walks to Madeline. "Listen, we know that you're tense. We know you're stressed and angry. But you need to calm down." He says gently, raising his hands slightly to show he means no harm.

"No, I won't. Cause if I do, it's another second closer to Oliver's death." Madeline says calmly, but with a force. "And I will not lose him again." Before the other two can say a word, Madeline whips around and enters the room, to see a shocking sight.

Tony is face down on the ground with blood trickling out of his nose, he unconscious. As for Roy, he's calmly spinning his arrow between his fingers as he patiently waits for the man to gain consciousness. "What happened in here?" Madeline asked wide eyed.

"Well, he escaped his bindings and one thing lead to another, and then he's face down on the ground." Roy says with a shrug. "What did you do to these men? They're all bleeding out except one." Madeline bit the corner of her lip and looked away.

She couldn't admit to Roy of what she's done. "I did what was necessary." She says in a casual tone. Madeline carefully steps over the unconscious man and begins to drag the first one to the middle again.

"What're you doing?" Roy asked putting down the arrow quickly.

"Getting answers." Madeline says without a glance. She grabs her bow and places and arrow on it. She kicks the man in the shins, his eyes flick open and a yelp comes from his throat. "Good morning." She says pulling the arrow on the string.

"What-"

"Shut it, Red." She says keeping her eyes trained on the man in front of her. "I want answers and if you want to live, then you'll give them to me!" She says threateningly. Roy looks at her, his mouth gaping open. The man doesn't say a word; he only lets his head hang low. "I am losing my patience!" She snaps as she lightly kicks his shoulder. He looks up with furrowed eyebrows.

"Take my life and see how you feel afterwards." He taunts.

"Quiver, don't." Roy says with a worried tone. Madeline ignores Roy and keeps her eyes on the threat.

"I'll give you one more chance to speak or this arrow will go through your chest." Madeline says pulling the arrow more on the string.

"I have nothing to live for." He says with a pleasant look in his eye.

"Don't do it." Roy orders her in a small voice. "It's not worth it."

Madeline's eyes lock on the criminals, her eyes misty from anger, her mind racing. "Oliver will be dead by Wednesday." The man huffs a chuckle. "There's no way you'll ma-" Madeline releases the arrow into the man's chest without a thought. The man quickly goes limp and he leans lifeless.

Roy too paralyzed to react to her actions, his mouth gaping open, his eyes wide. Madeline lowers her bow and lets out a sigh; she frowns at the lifeless body in front of her. "Tell Diggle that we need a body bag." Madeline whispers before she places her bow on the table and walks out. Leaving Roy with the two unconscious men and the lifeless body, of the man that she has just murdered.

He wasn't going to be of any use anyway. She thought to herself as she ignores Felicity and Diggle. He was a murderer. She thought as she climbs the stairs. Yet there's this pit in my stomach. She thought as she climbed higher to get to the roof. It will prove useful to the next interrogation. She tried to convince herself as she felt the cool breeze from the rooftop brush against her. It will save Oliver. She thought as she made her way to the railing.

Yet, I can't shake the feeling that I have just committed a murder. She leans on the rail and allows her head to hang. Her stomach is twisting, her mind is fuzzy. What has she done?

Author's note:
I hope you all enjoyed this first part of the fan fiction. I tried my best to keep them in character. Any pointers about my writing would surely be useful! Thanks for reading!

(Also for more information, regarding to Madeline, it will be on my profile.)