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The Other Queen - 2
Chapter 2
Lian Yu 2007
As Victoria woke up she could hardly see a thing besides the fire in front of her. When she looked to the left side she saw Oliver waking up as well. While her eyes became more use to the light she noticed that they were both in a cave of some sorts. Oliver looked over at her and started to panic.
"Victoria are you okay?" Oliver asked as he looked his sister up and down for any sign of injury.
The arrows were still in their right shoulders. Just then a Asian man came into the cave, they both backed away from him. The Asian man put out a hand of some kind of herb and a cup of water to Victoria first, then Oliver and right when the pain seemed to kind of leave their shoulders, he pulled out the arrow first from Oliver's shoulder then Victoria's. The pain was agonizing and with every hour they both seemed to get weaker. After a few hours they fell asleep.
Oliver woke up before the man, he gently shook his sister who was asleep. He placed a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. After he saw that she was awake he motioned for them to leave, they slowly walked out and started running.
They started to go slower, just as they stopped to catch their breath they got caught in a net. Hours seemed to pass but it was most likely only a little while before the Asian man came, talking to them in some sort of language and cut them down.
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Back at the cave the Asian man brought a cage with two little birds in it.
"Shēngcún," he said pointing at the bird.
Oliver and Victoria looked at him confused.
"We don't speak Chinese," Oliver exclaimed.
"Shēngcún," he repeated.
Oliver pulled out from his wallet a picture of Laurel. "I'm so sorry Laurel," he whispered.
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As the hours passed the man got some sort of food and cooked it.
"What's that?" Oliver asked hungrily. "Can I have some?" he asked reaching out for it.
Victoria was hungry as well. She watched as Oliver got backflipped by the mysterious man.
"Fine don't share," Oliver replied angrily.
The man pointed to the birds. "Shēngcún," he repeated.
Then he made a killing motion with his hands for them to do to the birds.
"I'm not going to kill the bird," Oliver said in a small voice.
"Shēngcún," the man said shortly.
"I've never killed anything before," Oliver begged.
"I don't think I could," Victoria said her voice equally just as small and yet smaller still.
Hours passed the growling in their stomachs got almost unbearable.
"Please, I'm starving," Oliver and Victoria begged the man.
He just replied as he always did. Oliver looked at one of the birds, picked it up and snapped it's neck. Looking at his hands he felt like he was a killer, even though he was starving. He reached in for the other one when the man motioned that Victoria should do it.
"But I've never even wanted to kill anything before," Victoria begged.
A few minuted pass, Oliver was cooking his food and looking at her ever so often. She felt a tear come down her face, she wasn't sure if it was because of how hungry she was or what she was about to do. She reached into the cage grabbed the bird and snapped his necks as she looked away, just as Oliver had. Victoria felt equally just as guilty, but her hunger outweighed her guilt. Oliver and her both finished cooking their food and started to eat. The Asian man returned.
"Shēngcún," he repeated pointing at the bird.
"No, bird," Oliver replied.
"Very tasty bird," Victoria added.
"Shēngcún not mean bird, Shēngcún mean survive," the man explained. "You both not survive this island, bird not the last thing you kill." Then he pulled out, from his hood the picture Oliver had of Laurel. "And forget her. You look at that all day you not survive this place," the man said seriously.
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Victoria, Oliver and mysterious man walked around the island. The man pulled out his bow and aimed at a rabbit and shot it.
"Dinner, get," he pointed at the rabbit while looking at Oliver.
"Ah, come - Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you let me shoot that thing and you can go pickup the bloody, dead, disgusting animal?" Oliver said sarcastically.
The man handed him his bow, "Breathe, everything breathe," he said. "Aim that tree and breathe," he said pointing at the tree.
"Okay," Oliver whispered.
Oliver shot and he missed.
The man shook his head and said something in whatever language he spoke.
"What does that mean?" Oliver asked him.
"You die badly," the man answered. "Get," said the man pointing in the direction Oliver's arrow went.
Oliver looked at him in shock, the man folded his arms across his chest and pointed again. Oliver walked in that direction. While Oliver went to get the arrow, Victoria went to go get the rabbit.
As Oliver went to get the arrow, he got tripped and was taken by men in black masks and army gear. They dragged him forcefully. Then they threw him into some sort of cell with bamboo bars, that's in the ground.
"You can't do this to me. I didn't do anything," he exclaimed.
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Back at the cave Victoria paced back and forth.
"Where can he be?" Victoria asked the mystery man.
"Probably got himself killed," he replied with a serious tone.
"Who else is on this island?" Victoria asked him worriedly.
"All you need to know is that they are dangerous."
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Meanwhile the mercenaries dragged Oliver to a base and into a tent. They dragged him over to a pole and press his sore body to it as he winced in pain.
"Please, do sit. You're making me feel rude," the man said as he sat down opposite Oliver. The man spoke with a British accent.
Oliver sat down at the chair with his hands behind his back still bond. He watched as the man poured some sort of tasty looking beverage into a glass cup.
"I'm Edward Fyers, by the way. And you are?" Fyers asked Oliver.
"I am Oliver Queen. I've been shipwrecked on this island and I don't know for how long," Oliver said.
He didn't want to mention his sister if this guy was trouble.
"My family has money, lots of money, you would be really well compensated for my rescue," Oliver explained.
"And I look forward to that but first lets talk," Fyers said.
"Talk about what?" Oliver asked.
"Well first," Fyers said as he pulled out a picture. "This gentleman, do you know him?"
"No, who is he?" Oliver asked forging confusion.
"You're a poor liar," Fyers called him out. "I'm losing patience with you. Now before my manners leave me. Where is this man?" he asked more serious this time.
"I don't know who that is. I thought I was stuck on this island by myself," Oliver said his voice getting scared.
"Do you know what this island is called? It's Lian Yu, Mandarin for purgatory. But I can make it feel like hell," he said with a frown. "I don't know why you're protecting him," he started, standing up. "You're young, foolish, maybe you don't even know why. Think about that when you're begging for death. He's all yours now," Fyers said to a man wearing a black and yellow mask with a sword.
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