Tragedy strikes Starling City….Night of horror continues to haunt Starling City….
Headlines that have been read by many. Headlines that couldn't begin to describe extreme turmoil that was starting to suffocate the city. A city that had once been one of the crown jewels in the entire world for many years.
But now? Now it wasn't seen that way. Now it wasn't seen as a crown jewel. Now it wasn't seen as a place where opportunities were waiting to be taken by all those with the courage to do so.
The very same courage that has been lacking for years. No now it was seen as nothing more than a wasteland. A place for all those that were looking for a death sentence to call their home.
A death sentence that has claimed so many lives. So many innocent lives. Civilians that didn't deserve to be punished. Didn't deserve this fate.
A fate many others before them had met. The fate of being lost to the city. Whether it was from a shooting to even more sickening ways that would make another's stomach turn.
The very same wasteland that has only been revealed to everyone around the world over the last couple of months as though a wool was snatched off from everyone's eyes. A wool that used to show the city as a powerhouse.
But wool that was so deceiving. Wool that truly had hidden what the city truly was. It wasn't a city that presented so many opportunities. No instead it was the opposite. It was a city that had already been taken over.
Had already been taken over with a clear pecking order that would always be followed. A pecking order that refused to give in. Refused to allow change to occur whether it disguised in so many deceiving forms.
Forms such as bribes taking place to all those that would provide roadblocks to their goals. Bribes that held so much power within the power structure of the city. Power over every single official that had a say. A say that would not be their own but another's.
But for some others it was different. Some others were issued a different kind of bribe. Bribes with deadly consequences if orders were not followed. Consequences from one being physically injured whether it was mentally by threats of their loved ones being hurt to even themselves being delivered a physical message.
A tactic that has become most popular in the minds of anyone that held any sort of power inside of the city for years. The same tactic that could still be felt taking place behind the scenes by anyone that would dare to take a peek behind the curtains in the city's time of need.
Curtains another individual had no problem taking a peek behind. Had no problem tearing down the curtain revealing who is truly the enemies of the city. Had no problem revealing who is truly is the city's cancer. A cancer that desperately needed to be removed before it was too late.
If it was even possible anyways. The very same individual that has only returned back to the city recently along with another. A blonde haired woman that has had everything that the city could throw at her and still come out the other side even stronger than what she once was before.
Come back even smarter and wiser then she ever was before. Come back with a sense of understanding about how those that pray on the weak truly think.
The very same woman that can be found sitting inside of her former apartment looking down at her laptop screen reading countless articles one after another as she awaits for her companion to return. Articles that each told a story.
Articles that with each paragraph she reads gives her an even better understanding at what has happened in the past year. A year that although was painfully long for her was also just as long for the citizens of the city.
A year filled with so many ups and downs. A year filled with so much pain. Pain that all started on that fateful night. A night where so many lives had been touched. And not in anyway a good way. Instead that had been tainted.
Been tainted once the explosion had occurred. The same explosion that had cost the city so many lives. Had cost the city so much money in their efforts to clean up the aftermath. An aftermath nobody had seen coming.
The aftermath of what was once known as The Glades being destroyed. A part of the city that once had been inhabited by the lower class of the city now reduced to nothing but rumble making it unhabitable.
Rumble that is still being cleared away in hopes of rebuilding the city and bringing the city back to its former glory in some eyes. Glory she wasn't too sure that city even had to begin with. Wasn't too sure if it even deserved the chance.
Especially from everything that she continues to read. Continues to read article after article dialoguing a timeline of everything that has happened for the past year. Dialoguing the city wide panic that had occurred through the city.
Dialogued how the men and women in power had attempted to calm down their citizens in hopes of avoiding another tragedy from happening. A tragedy that was so fresh on everyone's minds that left so many opportunities for others to rise up and pick up the scraps right from underneath their noses.
Others that decided now was the time to take over the city and mold it to their own image. An image that was quickly taking shape. But this time the face of evil had two faces.
Evil that has quickly corrupted the city once again engulfing the city into total darkness. Engulfed a sheet of fear across the citizen's eyes causing them to look for another to save them once again. To look for someone to spring a shred of hope back into their lives.
Hope that was being feed to them out of another's hand. Feed to them by their true enemy. Feed to them by the one that truly could only be considered as corrupted. Someone that is truly corrupted and corrupts everything that she touches in her eyes.
A woman that has only brought pain to so many people's lives. Including their own. They just didn't know it.
The very same woman that has somehow wormed her way into their hearts. Wormed her way in promising change. Promising them a new way of life. A way of life that they didn't know would come with a price.
And the price was simple. The price was power. The price was their freedom. The price was their very lives. The same lives she has already played with on numerous occasions.
Lives she continues to play around with as though she is their puppertier. A thought that instantly sickens her to her core. A thought that only makes her anger deepen with every passing second.
Anger that has always been known and felt by all those in the area whenever they were in the same room together. Whenever they ever she shared a small conversation with her or even made eye contact with each other.
The same anger she could feel powering every single punch and kick that she had ever thrown as though it was an never ending energy source.
An energy source filled with so much rage. Filled with so much desire. Filled with vengeance.
The very same look that could be seen in her eyes as she reads through an article that has instantly peaked her interest. An article describing of a new face of evil that had risen up in the city.
The face of a man in which the city had never seen before. A man whose tactics are just as brutal as her enemies. Only this time his tactics were different. This time the enemy was nothing short of a mad man.
A man that was turning the entire city into his own personal playground. A man that in the short time of three months had already created an army. An army molded to his own vision. The vision of a total takeover of the city using his ideas as a blueprint of what was to come.
Not to in hopes of making the city better. Not in the hopes of gaining favors from all those lurking in the shadows. No it was for absolute power. For absolute control of the city. Power that was being sought out by another.
A situation that she knew would one day cause these two powerhouses to collide to achieve their ultimate goals. To achieve ultimate power. But only she was using the weakness being presented to her by the citizens of the city.
Manipulating and fear. Two tactics that would one day lead to these two faces colliding. Whether it was behind the scenes in the shadows where no witnesses of the struggle would be seen to even the front lines in broad daylight.
Faces of evil that needed to be stopped. Faces of evil that didn't deserve second chances. Didn't deserve to be set free. Didn't deserve to see the light of day.
They needed to be punished. They all deserved to be punished.
Hearing the familiar sound of quiet footsteps approaching from behind snapping out of her thoughts glancing over her shoulder as she sees Oliver making his way over towards her from the kitchen with a coffee mug filled with freshly made coffee in each of his hands feeling her lips curling up into a smile looking back forward gently Laurel takes her laptop off her lap and places it down on a nearby table just as she feels the weight on the couch shifting to accumulate his weight.
With a smile forming across his own face extending out his hand as he feels Laurel gently taking the mug out of his hand to only let out a happy moan as her lips touch the mug instantly suppressing a chuckle slowly Oliver takes a sip out of his own mug.
" Thank you. I needed that."
Nodding his head slightly reaching out gently placing his coffee mug down next to the laptop on the coffee table just as he sees Laurel taking another sip from her mug slowly reaching out gently Oliver wraps his arm around her shoulders with a smile creeping up on his face before slowly as he feels her scooting closer to him on the couch gently Oliver pulls her into his side.
Cupping her coffee mug in both of her hands letting out a sigh gently laying her head down on his shoulder with her smile slowly evaporating looking off into the distance slowly Laurel shakes her head unaware that Oliver is looking down towards her with a raised eyebrow.
" It's much worse than we originally thought it would be. I didn't think that so much would change within the year that we were gone. But i was wrong."
" How so pretty bird? What else has changed since we've been gone? Besides the fact that somehow my mother has gained even more power than she had before since we've been gone."
" Too much. It's not just her gaining power behind the scenes anymore without anybody noticing. Now it's different. Now she has complete control over the citizens of the city.
I've been reading everything that i can get my hands on about what has happened while we were away. And what i've found is disturbing.
She's gained so much power in just a short amount of time with the promises of helping clean up and make the city safer for each and every one of them. Promises that we know she won't keep.
Here take a look yourself. This is the latest article that i could find detailing what her plan is for rebuilding The Glades."
Reaching out gently taking her laptop in her hand slowly Laurel rests the laptop down onto Oliver's lap before slowly as she sees Oliver flipping open the laptop to have the screen light up in its web browser gently Laurel rests her head back down on his shoulder as she looks down towards the screen.
" This plan of her's to rebuild The Glades isn't about providing the citizens a safe place to live. It's about gaining absolute control over their lives.
Everything that is being promised to be provided to them. The condos that are being built up with all of these security measures. The Glades being rebuilt into an affordable living environment for the city's lower and middle class.
She has the citizens eating out of the palm of her hands. After The Undertaking the moment that every single citizen in the city started to panic she swooped in and has been playing them all ever sense.
But she's not the only one. Here take a look at this."
Reaching out as she gently moves her finger across the laptop's mouse pad to only tap her finger down mere seconds later bringing up another article across the screen leaning back without taking her eyes away from the screen gently Laurel rests her head back down on Oliver's shoulder.
" His name is Danny Brickwell or known as on the streets according to this anyways as Brick. He's a mob boss that appeared in the city shortly after The Undertaking and has been slowly taking over the city one block at a time.
From what i've read he's nothing short than insane. It hasn't been proven yet but there have been numerous case files of men and women that had been beaten to death being linked to him through the last couple of months.
And most of the details were unpleasant. Apparently this man likes to use his fists to pumble people to death. Even his men if they dared cross him."
Letting out a sigh as he shakes his head reaching up gently Oliver rubs his forehead with his free hand unaware that Laurel is looking up at him with concern.
" So we have two battles to fight then."
Nodding her head reaching out gently Laurel takes Oliver's free hand within her own and gives it a gentle squeeze causing him to look down towards her.
" It seems so. But we shouldn't concern ourselves about him. We can take care of him as though he is nothing more than a common criminal.
What we need to concern ourselves with is how to deal with your mother. I knew that she would have used The Undertaking to gain some more power but i never anticipated this.
She has the city playing right into her hands and i think it is time that we take the city back."
Feeling drops of sweat dripping down his bare chest ignoring the grind of his muscles getting weaker and weaker by the second keeping his eyes focused up above with an intense look across his face rearing back using everything that he has left pulling himself up to have his chin rest against the tree branch that he holding onto with a death grip without a second thought slowly Oliver lowers himself down slightly to repeat the chin up as the sound of wood striking wood echoes from down below.
Keeping her eyes focused in on her target rearing back as she sends wave after wave of staff strikes against a nearby tree trunk sending pieces of the tree's bark to go scattering across the area with each and every thrust she takes ignoring the vibrations she is feeling coming from her wooden staff twirling around without any delay rearing back as she sends a vicious strike against the tree trunk that would shatter bones upon impact causing the tree to shake coming to a complete stop slowly Laurel looks up.
Looking down from his spot as he sees Laurel smiling up towards him unable to suppress it as he feels his lips curling up into a smile lowering himself down slowly Oliver starts to climb down from the tree as he sees Laurel out of the corner of his eye resting her staff down at the edge of their training ground.
Feeling a few droplets of sweat trickling down from her forehead to the dirt below reaching up as she wipes the sweat away with the sleeve of her soaking wet white shirt to hear the sound of a pair of feet silenting landing on the ground a couple of feet away with a grin forming across her face slowly reaching down Laurel grabs a firm hold of the bottom of her tucked up white shirt.
Dropping down from the tree with a smile across his face reaching up as he swipes the sweat that is threatening to fall from his soaked forehead just as he looks up towards Laurel suddenly Oliver comes to a complete stop when he sees Laurel taking off her shirt leaving him the sight of her bare back.
Discarding her soaking wet shirt to the side reaching down with a flick of her fingers undoing the button on her shorts without any hesitation leaning down as she slowly wiggles out of her shorts revealing her bare ass for the whole world to see within moments as she kicks the shorts over to the side and glances over her shoulder to see Oliver staring directly at her with a slightly open jaw giving him a wink slowly Laurel makes her way over towards the river shore making sure to sway her hips back and forth while she suppresses the wide smile that is threatening to break out across her face.
Unable to keep his eyes away from her retreating form slowly snapping out of his thoughts reaching down as he grabs a hold of the side of his shorts to only hear the sound of a splash coming from the water nearby looking over towards the sound as he sees Laurel slowly emerging out from the water with her hair completely wet as trails of water go trailing down her breasts all the way down her naked body without any hesitation tugging off his shorts with a flick of his wrist Oliver discards his shorts off to the side.
Throwing back her hair as she hears the sound of a splash coming from nearby opening her eyes slowly looking over towards the river shore as she sees Oliver slowly swimming towards her from underneath the water taking a deep breathe instantly Laurel submerges underneath the water and swims over towards him before within moments as she closes the distance between them reaching out gently Laurel wraps her arms around the back of his neck as she feels his arms wrapping around her waist.
Without any hesitation leaning forward as she presses her lips gently to his own to only feel his grip around her waist tightening feeling her lips curling up into a smile without giving him a chance to react leaping up Laurel wraps her legs around Oliver's waist causing her to feel his hands instantly leaving her waist to only return a moment later grasping each of her ass cheeks.
Feeling her tongue slowly licking at his lips requesting access without a second thought slightly opening his mouth as he feels her tongue plunging inside causing him to give her ass cheeks a firm squeeze without opening his eyes just as he feels Laurel deepening the kiss slowly Oliver swims up towards the surface.
Hearing the sound of her head emerging out from the water in a silent splash without opening her eyes as she brings Oliver's head closer to her own causing her erected nipples to touch against his bare chest just as she feels his tongue starting to massage her own suddenly without having a chance to react letting out a moan a small smile forms across Laurel's face as she feels Oliver entering inside of her.
Tightening her grip around his waist pulling back from the kiss as she feels Oliver starting to get into a rythum burying her head down into his shoulder unable to resist slowly Laurel starts to leave a trail of kisses up his neck as she suppresses a few moans from coming out.
Hearing the slightest whimper of a moan escaping her lips without missing a beat as he continues to enter in and out of her at a slow pace turning his head as he captures her lips with his own once again without any hesitation Oliver starts to quicken the pace causing him to hear Laurel letting out a loud moan that vibrates through his mouth.
Battling for control as she brings his head closer allowing her to deepen the kiss just as she starts to explore the inside of his mouth with her tongue in a sudden move Laurel breaks off the kiss to snap her head back.
Feeling her head gently resting down on his shoulder as he feels her body shaking against his own while her grip around his waist tightens leaning forward gently Oliver rests his head against Laurel's own as he holds her in complete silence before a few minutes later as he feels her grip around his waist loosening and her head turning slowly Oliver leans back to see Laurel staring down towards him with a small smile across her face.
A smile that could also be seen radiating from her green eyes. Eyes that could always read him like an open book. Eyes that could always tell him everything. Tell him whenever she was happy or upset. Always tell him what he should do whenever he started to doubt himself.
Eyes that he could always just stare hours into feeling content. But eyes that have for some time been missing something. Been missing this. This feeling of being happy. A feeling that he knew would take her time to regain. Just like it would take time for himself.
Time that right now was on their side as their stay on the island continues just getting lost with each other. A situation that he never got to experience with her before. Never got to experience with the real Laurel Lance.
His blonde goddess in human form. A goddess that has challenged him to get even better at his craft. Challenged him to fight against his demons. The very same demons that were still lurking on the island just waiting to be engaged once again by another's eyes.
But as for some others? Some others had been extinguished. Had been extinguished thanks to his light. His beacon of light. His goddess.
The very same goddess that he was lucky to call his own. The very same goddess that has chosen him so long ago and helped bring out the very best in him. The same goddess that looks down towards him with nothing but happiness.
Without breaking off eye contact leaning forward gently as she rests her forehead against his own to only slowly start to thread her fingers gently through his wet hair causing him to close his eyes feeling her smile widening leaning down as she gently starts to leave a trail of kisses down his neck and towards his shoulder to only come to a stop at a scar on his shoulder feeling his body starting to stir leaning forward gently Laurel presses her lips down on his scar.
Tightening his hold around her as he feels her leaving a small trail of kisses across each and every scar that can be seen across above the water closing his eyes just as he feels a hand gently being placed on his cheek slowly Oliver opens his eyes to see Laurel staring directly at him.
" I want you to show me."
Staring deep into her eyes as he sees her pleading with him to say yes closing his eyes slowly Oliver takes a deep breathe.
" Are you…."
" I'm sure. I need to see."
With his eyes firmly focused in on his cellphone on top of his desk as he taps his finger nervously on the edge of his desk completely ignoring everything that is going on around him reaching out as he grabs a hold of his coffee cup and proceeds to take a sip to find that cup completely empty.
Letting out a sigh turning in his seat with a flick of his wrist as he sends his empty cup down into his cluttered trash can reaching up slowly Quentin rubs his tired eyes before slowly just as he turns back forward suddenly Quentin jumps up in surprise in his chair when he sees Laurel standing at the other end of his desk staring down at him with a blank look across her face while Oliver stands behind her with the same look.
A blank look that he had seen some many times before. A look that often told him when she was mad or upset about something. But this time it was different. This time there was something else there.
Something he never quite felt coming from her before. A feeling of disdain. A feeling of being looked down on as though he was nothing more than a piece of gum sticking to the bottom of her shoe.
A feeling that he had felt once before well over a year ago. The same feeling that he can feel right now radiating from her eyes. Eyes that he knew could disarm him without saying a single word within a flash.
The same eyes that are bearing down at him right now without blinking. Without showing no remorse or fear. Eyes that were troubling him deeply.
" Laurel? Is that you?"
Smelling a familiar odor of booze on his breathe wrinkling her nose in disgust slightly shaking her head reaching out without taking her eyes away from him for a single second grabbing a hold of the end of the desk slowly Laurel leans forward across the desk towards Quentin.
" Is that all that you have to say to me?"
Taking a sniff as the scent of alcohol gets stronger by the second as she gets closer to him pulling her head back as a look of disgust comes across her face slowly Laurel shakes her head.
" Some things never change or better yet some people never change."
Glancing over her shoulder as he sees Oliver coming to a stop by Laurel's side to place a hand gently on her shoulder causing her facial features to soften instantly upon touch for a brief second just as he turns his head and is about to respond Quentin snaps his mouth shut when he sees Laurel slowly crossing her arms over her chest.
" And just for the record my name is Dinah. Now that we have been reacquainted has there been any progress with what was given to you?"
Keeping her eyes focused on his face as she watches him break off eye contact from her and slowly start to shift in his seat with her facial features hardening slowly Laurel shakes her head.
" It's complicated…."
" Well then uncomplicate it for me because from where i'm standing you don't have a leg to stand on. It's been over a year and not a single arrest has been made involving what had taken place that night.
And i want to know right now why that is the case. Especially since you were given evidence showing that she was clearly involved in what happened."
Leaning back in his chair as he locks eyes with Laurel once again to see her facial features not wavering letting out a sigh slowly Quentin shakes his head.
" Let it go."
" Excuse me?"
" I said…."
" I know exactly what you said. What do you mean let it go?"
Just as he is about to respond hearing the sound of a pair of feet stopping just behind him glancing over his shoulder as he sees Helena glancing back and forth between the occupants at his desk slowly Quentin forces a smile across his face as he sees her turning her attention over towards him.
" Is everything okay over here boss?"
Glancing up over towards Laurel for a split second as she sees her eyeballing her suspiciously suppressing a glare slowly Helena turns her attention back down towards Quentin to see him nodding his head slightly.
" Yeah. everything is fine. Helena, I would like to introduce you to my daughter Laurel. Laurel meet Helena Bertinelli."
Forcing a smile across her face as she nods her head slowly Helena extends her hand out towards Laurel to only watch as she looks down towards her hand for a brief second before she turns her sights at her face.
" Bertinelli? As in one of Gotham City's known mafia families Bertinelli?"
" That's right? Do you have a problem with that?"
" Me? No i'm just surprised that the Starling City police force was so desperate that they'll give anyone a badge just so they have a fresh body in their ranks. Even to the likes of a known mob daughter like yourself."
" Laurel!?"
In a sudden motion snapping her head away from Helena as an intense glare forms across her face instantly Laurel sets her sights on Quentin.
" I've already told you. Laurel Lance is dead. My name is Dinah and you still haven't answered my question yet."
" Maybe we should discuss this later?"
" Really because i think now is the perfect time. You've had over a year and i want to know what you achieved in that time because from where i'm standing, I haven't seen any arrests being made.
Instead all that i see is a man that has decided to drown himself in his sorrows each and every night with whisky other than doing his job."
Glancing back and forth between the Lances as she sees them locked in an intense stare down feeling a bit uneasy slowly Helena retracts her hand and looks over towards Quentin.
" I'll see you later boss."
Keeping her eyes focused on Helena as she watches her slowly retreating to the other side of the station until she is out of sight slowly Laurel turns her sights back on Quentin to hear him letting out a sigh.
" These things take time. You know that."
" Time that you've been given a fair amount already. It's been over a year already. How much more time could you possibly need?
We've handed you every shred of evidence that we've found over to you on a silver platter. So this only makes me wonder if you truly are one of the cops that haven't been corrupted or just an incompetent one."
Without giving him a chance to react turning on her heels as she feels Oliver wrapping his arm around her shoulders giving him a brief smile slowly Laurel leads him out of the room as Quentin stares at their retreating backs.
Keeping her eyes focused on the dirt path in front of her feeling her hand firmly in his own as she allows herself to be slowly lead through the woods hearing only the sound of sticks and twigs crunching beneath their boots feeling a mixture of emotions bottling up inside of her slowly just as she steps over a large rock suddenly Laurel comes to a drastic halt and looks up towards Oliver when she feels him coming to a stop.
Looking up towards his face as she sees his eyes glued forward slowly following his eyes as she looks through the treeline to see a small cave opening just ahead that is being covered up by a couple of loose tree branches just as she takes a step forward suddenly Laurel is brought to a stop when she feels resistance coming from Oliver.
Glancing over his shoulder as he sees Laurel staring at him with a confused look feeling his lips curling up into a grin kneeling down gently taking a rock into his free hand with a flick of his wrist Oliver sends the rock soaring through the air.
Suddenly as she sees the rock hitting the ground a good distance away to only have the ground spring up instantly revealing a good sized net hovering over the middle of two nearby trees with her eyes going wide slowly Laurel looks back over towards Oliver.
" It's always good to lay a few traps down for safety precautions."
Unable to say a single word as she nods her head feeling her hand being gently squeezed followed by a slight tug slowly Laurel feels herself being lead forward through the treeline by Oliver in a criss cross pattern.
Making sure to do exactly as he does keeping her eyes focused in on his feet as she sees numerous trip wires on the ground perfectly camouflaged suppressing a grin slowly Laurel shakes her head.
" I married Rambo."
Letting out a chuckle as a small smile forms across his face shaking his head slowly Oliver leads Laurel out into the opening before slowly as the cave's opening comes into clear view the smile across his face vanishes.
Seeing the drastic change in his facial features as she gives his hand a gentle squeeze quietly Laurel listens is as Oliver takes a deep breathe.
" This is where it all started. After Yao Fei shot me, I woke up in there. That net that you just saw. It's the very same one that i ended up getting tangled in when i tried to escape from him."
Shaking his head as he feels his hand being gently squeezed returning the gesture taking a deep breathe with a slight tug slowly Oliver leads Laurel over towards the opening before just as they near the opening releasing her hand rearing back Oliver takes out a knife from his back pocket.
Making sure to be as quiet as possible reaching out as he slowly moves the tree branches off to the side of the opening and takes a peek inside to see nothing in sight making sure to closely listen in to any sound coming from the cave slowly moving forward Oliver emerges into the cave with his knife ready as Laurel follows a couple of feet behind him.
Keeping his eyes forward silently moving through the cave as he looks down from the opening to see nothing but the abandoned equipment that he had left behind so long ago still resting in the same places that were once before tucking the knife back into his pocket reaching out gently Oliver takes Laurel's hand within his own.
Glancing all around the cave as she takes in everything that comes within her sight unaware to her knowledge as her feet continue to move forward a look of interest starts to form across Laurel's face.
Interest that only seems to get greater by the second as she takes in every single detail that she sees. Details that truly showed that this was once a campsite and base of operations for an individual.
Burnt marks all across the ground next to her feet where she knew a fire was once brewing. Small work stations consisting of broken down tree stumps with sharp blades sticking on top that were once used to help sharpen up objects.
But the object inside of the cave that truly picked up her interest was a small cage that was resting upon one of the stumps. A cage that she instantly recognized from one of the many horror stories that she had heard coming from Oliver.
The story about survival. The story about his first kill. A story that she knew right then and there was the moment he had changed. The moment his life had truly changed forever.
Gently releasing his hand reaching out as her fingers graze the outside of the cage without taking her eyes away from the cage slowly Laurel circles around the cage as Oliver looks on.
" This is it wasn't it? The cage containing the bird from your story."
Glancing over her shoulder as she sees Oliver nodding his head slightly returning the nod slowly Laurel turns her attention back towards the cage.
" I'm sorry Ollie."
Taking his eyes away from the cold ground looking up as he sees Laurel staring at him with her facial features softening by the second slowly a confused look forms across Oliver's face.
" When you told me about everything that happened to you here, I never could truly understand what you went through out here.
But after being here for a short time and seeing everything that you told me about coming to life in front of my eyes, I think that i truly understand now."
Without taking her eyes away from Oliver slowly moving around the cage blinking away the tears that are threatening to fall from her eyes reaching out gently Laurel wraps her arms around Oliver bringing him into an embrace before gently she rests her head on his shoulder as she feels his arms wrapping around her.
Using the shadows as cover tucking away the newly wad of twenty dollar bills firmly into his jeans pocket glancing around his surroundings as he sees his latest customers leaving the alleyway to only disappear out of sight behind the corner making sure that his face is completely covered by his hoodie tucking his hands firmly into his pockets leaning off a nearby wall turning on his heels slowly a lone figure makes his way down a dark alleyway.
A familiar sight that could be seen on most nights by every single citizen that would pass on by the alleyway. The sight of a group of hooded figures selling off their merchandise to anyone that needed some kind of release. Mostly to younger crowds.
Crowds that would often be seen quickly scattering away from the scene as soon as they had what they came there for. Just like on this night. This cold Fall night.
A night that many cold feel a wind of change breezing through the air. A change that has brought many individuals on edge. The same edge a lone figure is feeling as he slowly makes his way through a dark alleyway with only one goal in mind.
The goal of making it to somewhere safe. The goal of making it back to his supplier before heading off home. A goal that he was hoping to achieve a little while earlier but thoughts of what the consequences from his actions by his superiors quickly squashed those thoughts.
Consequences that he had heard about from a few others. Consequences of being beaten to death by him. Beaten to death by the main man in charge of the whole thing.
Suddenly as he hears the sound of something flying through the air from behind in a sudden motion snapping around as he points his firearm that he had concealed in his pocket to only see a piece of a loose newspaper breezing through the air releasing a breathe that he was holding as he lets out a chuckle just as he turns his head back forward suddenly without having a chance to react the thug lets out a scream when he feels an arrow piercing straight into his shoulder causing him to let out a scream as his finger presses down on the trigger sending an round flying up into the air.
Landing down on the hard ground with a thud reaching out just as his fingers graze the tip of the arrow sticking through his shoulder suddenly as he hears a low pitched whistle echoing through the wind instantly the thug lets out an ear piercing scream when he feels another arrow piercing straight through his free hand causing a trail of blood to instantly trickle down his arm and all over his hooded.
Gritting his teeth as he takes slow and steady breathes bringing his hand up to cradle it into his chest just as he hears a pair of heels landing nearby just as he lifts up his head to look into the darkness instantly the thug feels his head snapping to the side when he feels a well placed kick landing clean against his cheek.
Feeling a gash starting to open up across his cheek shaking awake the cobwebs as he blinks his eyes to instantly see a blonde haired woman that he instantly recognized from the newspapers from a year prior as The Black Canary staring down towards him with furious eyes as a noticeable metal staff can be seen in her hand the thug's eyes go as wide as saucers.
" Where is he?"
Gulping his throat just as he slightly shakes his head suddenly the thug snaps his head back and lets out a scream when he feels The Black Canary twisting down hard at the arrow penetrating his shoulder causing a blood trail to flow down his forearm to the ground below.
" Where is he?"
Gritting his teeth as he takes a couple of deep breathes tightly shutting his eyes slowly the thug shakes his head.
" I can't tell you. He'll kill me…."
Without giving him a chance to react grabbing a firm hold of the arrow penetrating through his hand rearing back using all of her might without a second thought The Black Canary slams the hand down onto the thug's injured shoulder causing the arrow to penetrate through the thug's shoulder as she listens to him letting out an ear piercing scream.
Ignoring the sound of the thug's screams from down below her rising up to her feet glancing over her shoulder as she sees The Green Arrow emerging out of the shadows and slowly makes eye contact with him to see him giving her the slightest of nods returning the nod instantly snapping her head back around reaching down slowly The Black Canary twists the arrow further into the thug's shoulder causing his screams to get louder.
" And what makes you think we won't? I'm going to ask you nicely one last time. Where is he?"
Slightly opening his eyes just as he sees her fingers slowly wrapping around the arrow through his hand suddenly the thug's eyes go as wide as saucers causing him to witness The Black Canary coming to a stop with a curious look forming across her face.
" The docks! He's using them as a base of operations since nobody is crazy enough to go there with that bitch on the loose!"
" Who is this so called bitch?"
" I don't know! Some crazy broad with a crossbow! Word is she slaughtered an entire mob family in Gotham City years ago and has been killing ever since!"
Staring deep into his eyes as she sees nothing but honesty radiating from his eyes releasing the arrow as she slowly rises up to her feet just as she sees the thug resting his head back down rearing back with all of her might The Black Canary slams her heel down into the middle of the thug's throat instantly causing the thug to gasp for air as blood starts to trickle out of his mouth.
Feeling his hand grabbing a hold of her leg keeping her eyes focused on his feared filled own without any hesitation twisting down hard as she watches the thug's eyes get even wider keeping the blank look across her face slowly The Black Canary retracts her heel before slowly without glancing back she makes her way over towards The Green Arrow as the sound of the thug silently gasping for breathe is unheard echoing through the alleyway by the wind.
Author Notes: Hey people it's been a while. I hope that you are enjoying the story so far. Just a couple of things to let you know as a couple of people have asked these questions through private messages. In this story you can say that Dinah Laurel Lance is the main character of his story along with Oliver.
What i mean by this is even though Oliver was the main character in Arrow Darkness Within it really wasn't the case. He was more of 1A and Laurel being 1B. In this story the roles are reversed with Laurel being 1A and Oliver being 1B.
Now as for Laurel being called Dinah in this is simple. Dinah is the first name of The Black Canary in the comics. Even though she used the name Laurel in the television show the reason for the name change is to show one of the many changes that i have made for the series. It shows the shift from the television show to the comic book world much like how i changed The Black Canary's outfit to be more like the one from the DC Universe.
As for the lemon scenes yes there will be some lemon scenes in this story. But as you can see i'm not very good at writing them as i am more of an action scene type of guy. Most of the action scenes you see written on here have been shorten drastically from the way that i pictured them taking place in my head.
The last piece of business to take care of is even though i have the story outline completely written i like to listen to the readers and will use any ideas they want to see and bring them to life. As much as i write these stories for me due to my love of The Black Canary and Green Arrow, I also do it for everyone here. If you have an idea or something you want to see i'll try and see if i can fit it in the story otherwise it might just appear later on in the saga.
Remember to review as every opinion counts and make sure that you vote is heard in the poll i have up. It is a tight race right now and i look forward to hearing all of your reviews.
Pootamis