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This is the LAST installment of She ran. You didn't. I hope you like it and thanks so much for reading and sticking with me :)
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It wasn't like she hadn't fought back. She had. She had screamed and cried, kicked and punched – no effect. She had even tried to run. The nameless man in the mask had just laughed and just pulled her back like she was a child's raggedy Anne. Then he tossed her to another nameless mask with a gruff:
"Bitch likes to run."
She had heard him stomp down the pipe lined hallway and moments later he came back with Slade Wilson.
"He'll come get me, and he will kill you when he does." She tried keeping the fear out of her voice and focus on the anger and certainty. Oliver would be barging in any minute to save her, like he had before. Slade smirks.
"I'm counting on it."
And then she is left again, the silent masked man looming behind her, and her aching body a reminder of the consequences of running. So she waited for his familiar scent and the sound of a bow string pulled taunt.
At first, Laurel Lance didn't understand why he was taking so long to show up and rescue her. Slade had kidnapped her hours ago and she was still being held prisoner. She had heard a Slade shout in anger and clang, a pipe being smashed. She heard boots thundering every which way and her heart pounded so hard it hurt. One of Slade's followers thunders up to her warden, says something quietly and takes off again.
"What did he tell you?" The question is ignored and eventually all she hears again is her pounding heart and the dripping from the pipes. Then she hears the pounding of boots, before she hears Slade Wilson's voice echoing throughout the underground.
"I was surprised; I thought you had a thing for stronger women. But now that I've met her, I can understand the appeal."
She hears the sound of metal, and her blood chills as she understands the katana is being drawn.
"She is quite lovely… your Felcitiy."
For a brief moment, her heart stops. Felicity? An image of a blonde ponytail popped in her mind, and suddenly she understood. She had been the wrong one. Her warden hauls her to her feet and drags her closer to Slade's voice. He gives no hint that her struggles are having an effect. Laurel hears Slade speaking and knows that Ollie is there, but she knows he isn't there to save her. He's there to save someone else. It would always be someone else. Later, when Laurel Lance has time to think, time to breathe, she understands why the Arrow had taken so long to show up amongst the creaking pipes.
Her name is Felicity Smoak, and she hadn't run until the syringe was buried in Slade Wilson's neck.
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