Felicity -16 years old

It was six am when the alarm went off in the shelter, a high pitched screaming that altered those in the prison that they had an hour before they were kicked out on to the harsh streets. Felicity let out a long sigh and force her aching body to get out of the horrible metal contraption they were able to call beds. She looked down at her worn tattered pyjamas, a small smile curling at the end of her lips as she took in the familiar, comforting, image of carefree penguins discussing what fish they were going to eat. Felicity admired how innocent and how untainted the small penguins seemed to be. Her time to get ready and prepare for the day was limited but she tried to take as much time to just be free as she possible could. As felicity started to get ready her mind flash backed to the reason she was in this horrendous place.

Her mum had tried everything she could to keep her away from the life she had, to keep her sheltered from the harsh reality of the world they lived in, but she was a working class mum who worked as a cocktail waitress in a rundown bar on the bad side of town and most days it was hard enough to keep food on the table and money on the gas meter. Life was a struggle, so when it all became too much and there wasn't enough money to feed them both felicity would spend a few nights in the dreadful shelter. Her father had abandoned her and her mother at a young age and had left them to fend for themselves without a penny to their name .but somehow the Smoaks struggled on.

Felicity had always been extremely smart a genius in fact but she had tried to hide it .Whether It was to avoid the relentless teasing from her classmates or so she wouldn't be moved up in school and have less time help out her mother she wasn't quite sure. So when her mother had applied for her to do an internship in the IT department at queens consolidated she had been furious. She didn't want to leave her mother in the horrendous backstreets but her mother had insisted so her she was in a shelter in starling city preparing for her first day at queens consolidated vowing that she would do whatever it took to earn enough money to move her mother away from that dreadful place.

Introducing Oliver Queen- 18 years old

Oliver queen returned from the dead the newspapers claimed for weeks upon end. They had all concocted various fabricated stories for the reasons behind Oliver's two year mysterious absence. Some were even quite comical, well to Oliver at least, apparently during his party years he had somehow got one of his random hook-ups pregnant and left to help raise and look after this illegitimate child. No one had really ever looked past his party immature persona that had become his instant defence mechanisms during his youth. Everyone just believed he must of done something stupid and had fled away from the responsibility of his actions .The reality however was so much worse.

It was just another casual Sunday at the queen house hold .Oliver was messing around with his sister speedy, grabbing her phone he had blotted out of the door Thea on his heels .He wasn't meant to go in his father's study but he knew his sister wouldn't dare set foot in their fathers sacred place, so he raced ahead and entered the forbidden room. God how he wished he hadn't. Sat there with holding a pistol to his head was his father. His beloved father who he had cherished , there was just enough time for his father face to become tangled with such shame and horror before the bullet sprinted toward him as if sensing his need his pain to be over, the gut wrenching sound of tearing flash and shattered Bones nearly drowned by Oliver's screams of terror. His mother had frantically called for an ambulance but it was too late the damage had already been done. For weeks he couldn't eat or sleep and would barely talk to anyone even his family. Reoccurring dreams attacked the brief periods when his mind had lost the fight over his body and his need to sleep had become too much. So Oliver had left having not been able to cope, he had fled to a faraway country where he could forget and drink away the pain.

But now two years later he was tired off running away from his problems. His anger had only seem to grow during his time away and now all his thoughts where centred around one target , find the people who had hurt his father , the people who had caused him to commit suicide and destroy them.