Chapter 1 The letter

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What a beautiful morning thought Felicity as she woke up from a good nights sleep. She looked at the clock that was by her bed. It was only 7:00am she still had at least two hours until she had to go to a meeting with Ray. She got up and went to toward the kitchen.  What's that weird smell she thought as she walked toward the kitchen. That's when it hit her, its blood! She ran into the kitchen and saw something that she prays she will never have to see again. Lying on the cold wooden floor beside her was Oliver.

With only a second of hesitation she reached down and checked his pulse but she could not feel one. Franticly she checked agian but still nothing. Felicity at this moment was knelling down looking at the Oliver in front of her he had everything that he normally would wear when going out as the hood but he just some how looked different. With eyes full of tears she pulled the hood off and to her surprise she saw that she was holding her breath she let out a deep sign of relief when she noticed that the mans face that she was looking at was not Oliver's. Still she could not stop feeling sorry and a bit guilty that someone could leave someone’s body in her house without her hearing and why did they dress him up as the hood?

She decided to go call John; he for sure would be able to tell her what to do. She ran to her room grabbed her phone and started to dial his number while she ran back to the kitchen. Why does this have to happen to me she thought. Okay yes I am with the arrow and people know that but still why me!!!

"Hello" it was John she decided to call him since it was someone that was dressed exactly like Oliver lying dead on the floor, also Oliver had Thea and Malcolm Merlin to worry about. Felicity was about to start rambling on about everything that's going on when she noticed that the body was gone! The only thing in its place was a letter. She quickly picked up the letter and read what it said. "Hello, Felicity?" asked John again this time a bit worried. She had totally forgotten about him "Hey John sorry wrong number gota go bye!" She couldn’t get John tangled up in this mess.  Looking at the letter again and reading it carefully she knew that she would have to solve this problem on her own. 

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