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Italics - unlined = Oliver's Flashbacks

bold italics = Oliver Hallucinating

"My name is Oliver Queen. After five years in hell, I have come home with only one goal: to save my city. Now others have joined my crusade, to them I'm Oliver Queen. To the rest of Starling city, I am someone else. I am... something else."

Previously on Arrow: "I'll be the one to find Sara's killer." Laurel's voice suddenly changed from grief to anger as she pulled away from me. "Ollie, this isn't your responsibility, Sara was my sister." "You can't handle this Laurel." I replied. "The League of Assassins are extremely dangerous, people you can't face." "Then what do you plan to do once you found Sara's killer Ollie?" she asked as I looked into her eyes. "Are you going to spare him, like you did with Malcolm?" Instintaly I felt a pang in my chest. Not of pain, but of guilt. "Your not a killer anymore Oliver." Laurel said angrily. "But I will do whatever it takes to see to it that my sister's killer is brought to justice. Even if it means it takes killing him to do so."

"Oliver, you've barely had time to mourn the loss of your mother, it's not healthy to keep your emotions bottled up." She said calmly as I felt her hand touch my shoulder. Just as I felt her touch, a sudden wave of fear raced down my spine, and suddenly just like before, for a split second, I saw my reflection standing before me as The Arrow. "Oliver?" Felicity asked in concern. "Are you okay? Talk to me. What's wrong?" "Nothing." I said firmly and shaking my head. "It's nothing, I'm fine."

"Greetings Mr. Queen, so we meet again I supose." I felt my heart stop in my chest at the reconization of the voice on the other end. Slade. "Interesting how you seem to be alone at the moment." Slade said, as I looked around in a panic. How did he know where I was? "What's going on?" I asked, keeping my voice calm and collected. "How do you know I'm alone?" "Simple." Suddenly Slade's voice seem to echo, and I felt a wave of fear run through me. "I'm behind you."

"Stop this Slade. Stop with the games already." "Why would I stop Oliver? I find it quite enjoyable watching you suffer." Suddenly a jolt of pain shot through me as I was knocked off my feet. My phone flew from my hand as I hit the ground. "Miss me kid?" I shot to my feet, and aimed a trick arrow at Slade and fired. The arrow shot through the air like a speeding bullet, but it didn't hit him. "You going to have to try a lot harder then that Arrow." Suddenly there was another voice approaching, as the Dark Archer suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Malcolm." I growled. "Your supossed to be dead." "Guess you underestemated my abilities Oliver."

I knew I was outnumbered, but I wasn't about to go down without a fight. Trying to hold my own against both of them wasn't easy as the numbers game now began to catch up with me. I felt a huge blast of pain shoot through me as I felt one of Slade's fist connect, hitting me in the side. I could feel and hear my ribs being broken, cracked and shattered on the impact as I hit the ground. Struggling to move and breathe from the pain, I still managed to reach for another trick arrow, but just as I had done so, a wave of pain shot through my arm as I felt Malcolm's foot stomp it hard, stoping me from moving.

"It's over Oliver." "What now?" I managed weakly gritting my teeth in pain. "You going to kill me now?" "Not just yet kid." Came Slade's voice. Just as I was about to reply, I felt everything around me suddenly growing dim as I began to lose consciousness from the pain that was ravaging through me. "No mercy kid." was the last thing I heard from Slade as darkness enveloped me and I passed out.

NOW...

Chapter 3 - Twenty-Two

{Oliver's POV}

My vision was blurry as I opened my eyes. It felt like I was looking underwater, and I knew right away I was drugged. "Good to see your awake kid." Distorinted from the pain that was still ravaging through my body, I could bearly make out Slade's form as he came near me. "Now the fun can begin." "What the hell are you talking about?" I managed weakly. "You'll see soon kid, and so will your friends." A shaky breath escaped my throat as I braced myself for the pain that was to come. After struggling for five years in hell on Lian Yu, I was no stranger to pain or touture. "I'm amazed that you've come this far actually Oliver, and yet you still haven't managed to beat me yet." I heard Malcolm's voice, and let out a low growl. "Don't worry kid, it will be slow and painful." Said Slade.

"Your a psychopath!" I yelled angrily at Malcolm. "Tommy's dead, because of you!" "My son is dead of his own accord." He replied coldly. "I had nothing do with that." "Liar!" I yelled as I tried to move despite the pain ravaging through my body. I looked up and realized that I was being suspended in the air, with my arms wrapped in thick silver chains. "You destroyed innocent people's lives that night in the Glades!" I shouted. "Over five hundred people died!" "And who's fault is that Mr. Queen?" Malcolm said as he came over to me and tugged tightly on the chains that held my arms up. "Your the Arrow. Starling's self-proclaimed protector aren't you? Where were you that night when the city needed you the most? When my son needed you? Where were you Oliver? Huh? Where were you?"

I didn't answer. Knowing that I had failed that night, still haunted me. Knowing that I had failed Tommy that night was still eating away at me. Although we had finally made amends with each other in his final moments, it still hurt knowing that my best friend, who I had always thought of as a brother was gone, and I couldn't save him. "What was that? Got nothing to say Oliver? I wonder what your sister would think of this if she found out your little secret hmm? I wonder what she would say, if she knew you were the reason that Tommy was dead because you couldn't save him." "Leave Thea out of this!" I yelled angrily as my voice echoed around me. "Well guess, we'll find out in a mere matter of moments now just how Thea will react, as will the rest of the world."

Flashback - Twenty-One years Ago...

It was a cold day, and not a cloud was seen in the sky for miles. I heaved a sigh as I walked behind my father though the cemetary. "Oliver, why don't you go and see how Tommy's doing?" My father said to me as he looked over at me. "I'm going to have a talk with Malcolm alright?" I nodded and slowly made my way over toward Tommy. "It'll be okay Tommy." I said softly, unsure of what to really say. "She's in a better place now." "It's not good enough Ollie," Tommy said as his blue eyes turned toward me. "I need her here with me. Her place is with me and dad." I nodded slowly and gave him a hug. "I understand." I said softly. "If you ever need to talk, you know I'm always here for you." I saw Tommy's face light up slightly as he smiled. "Thanks Ollie."

My mind drifted out of the memory, and I knew I had to find some way to get out of this. I wasn't going to lose anyone else. Despite the pain that was still ravaging through my body, due to my injuries, I knew that I had to figure out something before it was too late. Suddenly a flash of bright white light was shot at my face, nearly blinding me. Grimacing in pain and trying to shield my eyes from the light, I could see Malcolm now walking toward me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked with a hiss of pain. "Do you have some sort of a grudge against me too?" "I'm not the one you should be worrying about Oliver." Was all I heard him say, and a cold wave of fear ran through me. Oh shit! I thought trying to fight back a wave of panic, as a wave of pain from my injured ribs slammed through me with each movement I made, and with each heartbeat, I could feel my my chest starting to tighten up with agony.

I looked over at Malcolm again, and asked, "What do you mean your not the only one I should be worrying about?" "I'm not the enemy Oliver." "The hell your not." I growled in both pain and anger. "Your a murderer." "And your no different then me," Malcolm spat out with anger rising in his voice. "Your a murderer too Oliver." "Not anymore." I said as a pang of guilt shot through me. "Not since Tommy's death. I'm not the same killer that I used to be anymore."

Malcolm gave me one last glance, and immediatly I could see the hurt fill up in his eyes. Tommy was his only son, and even now as I looked into his hurtful eyes at the mention of Tommy's name, a surge of anger flowed through me like a raging sea. "Don't give me that pitiful look." I said softly trying to keep the anger out of my voice as I kept it low so only Malcolm could hear me. "You never gave a damn about Tommy and now your feeling sorry for yourself because he's dead? Pathetic." A shot full of pain ran through me as Malcolm punched me hard across the face, and my vision immediately went blurry for a split second. "How dare you say that about my son." He spat angrily as my vision slowly returned to normal. "I gave everything up for Tommy when his mother died." "You left him alone." I growled in anger. "I left to protect him." Malcolm replied back with a growl. "My family and I looked after him. We made sure that he had someone that would be there for him." I said. "Why weren't you?"

I tried to hold back a scream of pain as the sound a whip snapped in the air across my back. As If I didn't have enough scars already. I looked over and saw Slade handing Malcolm the long black whip which was etched all over with tiny thorns, while Slade pulled out his gleaming silver sword, still stained with my mother's blood on it. "What do you plan on doing with me? Killing me in front of everyone? Is that your plan, huh Slade?" "Killng you would be too easy kid." He replied as he held his sword up to my neck. I flinched as he gently ran it down my chest and stomach, while slightly piercing my skin at the same time. "No, I plan on making you suffer, the same way you made me suffer. The look of seeing every last person you care about as the draw their final breath, that is what will kill you. Your mother was just the tip of the iceberg Oliver. Who is next that will be your decision."

"The past is in the past Slade." I growled in anger. "Let it go, Shado's death was not my fault, it was Anthony Ivo's. He's the one that pulled the trigger on her." "And yet you were the one who made that descision because you cared more for Sara then you did for her!" Slade yelled out in anger as he looked over at Malcolm and once again the sound of the whip snapped in the air as it crashed down on my back. I squinted in pain and held back a cry of pain as sharp thorns dug into my skin. "You may not be the one that pulled the trigger kid, but you might as well have been." Slade said softly, as the cracking sound of the whip echoed again, and into my skin again, this time piercing my injured side, which I couldn't ignore as I let out a scream of agony.

"Let's see how long it takes for you to break kid." Slade replied softly gently piercing the blade into my shoulder blade, which caused me to cry out, as the whip pierced my body again. The torture went on over and over. Back and forth from blade to whip. How long it lasted for, I really didn't have much of a clue, but one thing I was certain of, was that I was tortured at least twenty two times, before they finally gave up and stopped. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard Slade's voice gently whisper, "It's over kid."

TOO BE CONTINUED...Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Talk about intense! Will Oliver be able to come back from this? Who will Slade target next? Will Malcolm finally make ameds for all that he's done? All will be revealed soon, so keep an eye out. Chapter 4 will be coming soon.