8. Taking Chances

So as an apology for being really BAD at updates, I am updating AGAIN today! This is an exciting chapter so sit tight and enjoy! :D

The bullet only slightly grazed his left cheek, and Digg cringed and held his cheek, now covered in blood. Oliver, who was still bent over in a coughing fit, looked at the man who was standing in front of them.

"YOU!" The Clock King yelled, pointing his gun at Oliver. "You were the one that let the Glades blow up! You killed my sister you-"

"Stop!" Digg chimed in. "I told you that its' nobody's fault. You can't keep blaming other people!" he said pleadingly. Unfortunately, the man looked just fed up with life, and there is only so far a man can go until he can't turn back. John saw this too often.

"I don't CARE anymore! I already ruined my life. What is their left? I have no family, I killed people who probably have their people after me right now, and so if I can hate somebody before I die, it might as well be the one who let my little sister die!" Tockman pointed a shaky gun at Oliver, and, as much as he wanted to pick up his bow, Oliver could only put his hands up in surrender.

"I am sorry for what happened to your sister" Oliver said sympathetically. "I lost a good friend that day, too. He was like family to me. I know, it is hard losing somebody who was with you just a second ago, I know. If you would just-"

"NO!" the enraged man exclaimed. You DON'T know how it is! You don't care! You could probably kill me right now and you wouldn't care if I died. You'd just go back to your fabulous life, acting like you are saving the city. Like you don't MURDER people. Like you didn't murder my sister!"

Oliver retreated, cringed at the word 'murder'. He never liked the word, and even more-so hated that he was called that. He was trying to save the city without any more deaths, but sometimes that is just impossible. But this man, in the state he was in, wouldn't be able to understand that. He had to think of something fast.

Tockman's gun was awful shaky, and he was close enough to hit something vital if he wanted to, and he didn't want to take any chances if this guy had previous training in the field. Where had Digg left his gun?

"Oliver!" Digg was trying to get his attention. He knew Oliver loathed how some people called him, but now was so NOT the time to get caught up in his own insecurities. "Man, snap out of it! He's pointing a gun at your head!"

Oliver looked up instantly, and he watched the man before him cock his gun and move in. Digg was still unarmed, and couldn't take the risk of lunging at him at the distance they were from each other, and he could pull the trigger too easily.

"You think you can try to brain wash me into thinking your way. I am not crazy. Hell, maybe I am! But it doesn't matter anymore. If I can do this city one favor, I'll get rid of this high-ego vigilante who thinks he can kill people just because he has arrows and a green outfit! This is for my little sister-"

BANG!

Both men jumped when they saw the Clock King fall to the floor, bleeding out the side of his head. They stood in shock for a minute, and looked around to see where the shot came from.

Behind them, on the floor, a slightly conscious Felicity held Diggle's gun shakily, still trying to access what she had done. She quickly tossed the gun off to the other side of the hallway, adrenaline slowly wearing off of her exhausted body.

Diggle slowly walked over to Tockman, already assured he was dead. The man had to have good angels to be alive now. But, with a head wound, your pretty much a goner within a few minutes.

Digg joined Oliver who knelt next to Felicity, who was still shaking from her act of bravery. "Felicity, are you okay?" Diggle asked softly. He knew she just saved both of their lives, but, for her, that shot must have taken more courage than anything she'd ever done. She seemed to still be in shock. Which wasn't good considering the amount of carbon monoxide she had been inhaling over the past few hours.

The IT girl coughed for a few seconds. "I think so...I don't know. I guess I'm still trying to process what-" she broke out into a coughing fit again. "Calm down, let's get you to a hospital." Oliver examined her, making sure she didn't have any other injuries. She looked alright, aside from a few bruises on her wrists where she had tried to break off her ties. He was going to have to get her a knife to keep with her, considering she wouldn't allow him to leave a gun in her possession.

"NO." Felicity said in her loud voice, as loud as she could manage, anyway. "Neither of YOU go to the hospital when you get injured, so neither am I." Diggle rolled his eyes and Oliver sighed, looking at each other questioningly. Felicity seemed to understand the exchange. "Promise me you won't take me to the hospital." she threatened in between coughs. "Promise me or I swear I'll quit-" Oliver softly 'shushed' her lips with his index finger.

"I promise we won't take you to the hospital, Felicity." she sighed, relieved as she stared into those warm, blue eyes of his.

"But..." Felicity moaned. She knew their must be a catch.

Oliver continued. "As long as you comply with whatever we ask of you, meaning plenty of rest, and most likely some days off." She huffed and laid back down on her arm. "Okay, fine, whatever. Just NO hospitals." Diggle smiled reassuringly at his little computer expert. She seemed to be the only one who could bring a smile to either of their faces in times of distress. Only Felicity.

Oliver reached his arm up to cup Felicity's cheek in his palm. "Let's get you home."

No cliffy's today, your welcome :D I am still updating tomorrow, so keep watching for updates! Night eveybody :)