Oliver Pov

The feeling of something shaking my shoulder caused my eyes to fly open. A blurred figure stood in front of me as my eyes took a brief second to adjust to the light. After a few seconds I was able to make out the figure.

"Took you long enough," the man muttered with a smile on his face. "Good morning Oliver. Sleep well? It sure looks like you did." His smile grew wider as he raised his eyebrows.

"Slade? What the hell..." I trailed off when I saw blood on the blade in his hand. Immediately I turned my head over to Felicity. She lay unharmed next to me fast asleep. A temporary wave of relief flooded through my body.

Slade sat in the armchair across the coffee table. He pulled out a black handkerchief and began wiping off his blade. He caught me staring at him and let out a chuckle.

"She's a beaut," he complimented glancing over at her.

"Why are you here?" I demanded not in the mood for small talk.

"To uphold a promise I made you five years ago," he remarked.

"Slade, I didn't have a choice. Ivo would have shot Shado no my choice," I reasoned knowing that it wouldn't make a difference. The Mirakuru had changed him so much.

"I'm sure you are wondering whose blood that was on my blade," Slade said ignoring me. "It was Isobel Rochev's."

"Wha... Why? Why kill her?" I asked shocked.

"Do you really think your jet just malfunctioned? No, that bitch went behind my back and sabotaged that damn jet."

"Wait, you two were working together?" I uttered shocked.

"Yes. Everything was going perfectly, but she got tired of my revenge scheme. She figured that she could just get rid of you the easy way and take the company for herself. She was tired of waiting."

"So why are you here now? Why not go back to the plan now that she's gone?" I questioned.

"If you had actually died in that crash, five years of my life would have been for nothing. Today, I'm going to make sure I achieve what I came to Starling City for."

"Slade, I know how you feel. I've lost so many people. I know there is nothing that I can say to make it right. She has done nothing to you. Leave her out of this," I pleaded.

"When you feel her lifeless body lying limp in your arms, then you will know how I feel," he spat. "Just like my Shado, Felicity will die. Your curse will live on."

"I won't let you do this Slade," I threatened with venom in my voice.

"Last time I checked you were down to one leg," he replied cockily. I cursed under my breath. I had forgotten all about my broken leg.

"Oliver? Who are you talking to?" Felicity mumbled letting out a yawn. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times.

"Good morning Miss Smoak," Slade greeted standing up out of the armchair. He walked towards Felicity's kitchen. I began feeling around for my phone to contact help.

"Slade?" Felicity asked with a tremble in her voice. My phone was nowhere to be found. Looking around the room, I noticed it was on the counter by the empty pizza box. Slade placed his blade on the counter.

"How did Oliver obtain such a beautiful creature like yourself?" Slade asked as he grabbed a bottle of wine out of Felicity's cabinet. For once, Felicity was silent. She looked over at me with a frantic look in her eyes.

"Oliver?" She whispered.

"Lovely selection you have here. I'll have to make sure Oliver preserves it for you."

"Slade!" I screamed with rage in my voice. He ignored me and poured himself a glass of wine. Swirling the glass, he lifted it up to his lips and drank.

"Ahh. I may just have to take this bottle with me." He poured a small amount more of the wine in his glass. Taking another sip, he finished the glass once more. He picked up his blade off the counter and entered the living room. "Time to finish this."

Ignoring the pain in my leg, I stood up to defend Felicity. Slade let out a chuckle as he shook his head. "Pathetic," he muttered. He tossed his blade aside as he charged at me. Felicity sprung up from the couch and ran towards my phone. Slade sent me toppling backwards over the couch. He came crashing down on top of me. He deliver blow after blow onto my face. My hands worked their way up to his face. Taking each hand, I dug my fingers into each of his eye sockets. I pressed in as hard as I could, but he delivered one last blow that caused me to become disoriented.

The world around me began spinning. I watched a blurred figure pick up something shiny. I heard Felicity's voice beg the blurry figure not to do this. I heard a spine chilling scream and then room went silent. A loud thud hit the ground in front of me.