Arrow AU's & Drabbles

My Name is Oliver Queen (Part 2)

Felicity Smoak.

Felicity Smoak.

Felicity Smoak.

The name rang and reverberated against each tall wall of the dark room. It wasn't a name anymore. It was a target. Something caused him to shift his eyes, an emotion almost. He tried to understand it, grasp at it. He searched for it in his blank, empty chest. Nothing. 

A day later, the wind whipped the warrior's armour and suit. They stood on the roof of an abandoned factory. A low top of large expanse. Al Sah-him stared into the wildness of the night, absorbing the foreign city lights. 

"She's here." Maseo's voice bounced against the current. Unmoving, Al Sah-him shifted his eyes so that he saw her. 

"You may leave."

Felicity Smoak was roughly pushed into the gravel of the roof, knees staining the ground with blood. Her hair was a messy golden halo and the remains of frozen tears glistened against her pale cheeks. Fading red lipstick stained her lips, that were bleeding. Her glasses were slightly crooked and her eyes were shut close in unconsciousness. Her lips quivered as her head hung low, looking at herself. Oversized pajamas hung how on her hips. Felicity wore a large grey hoodie, which was now stained with mud and blood. Oliver's hoodie.

Felicity's unconsciousness passed and as her eyes opened, he saw a painful abyss of heartbreak, astonishment and desperation. The sudden reality came crashing down. He could hear her slight whimpers and groans of discomfort and confusion. 

"Where the hell am I?" she screamed at blank space. Her voice held a slight quiver, but it was strong nonetheless. Shadows and darkness obscured her view. 

"Son of a —" her words were swallowed slowly as a shape emerged out of the darkness. A man clad in leather and armour. Filled with weapons and adorned by metal. He moved further towards her, feet crunching the grit on the roof. 

Her vision tried to clear as the buzzing in her head slowly cleared. 

The face moved into complete range. The dull lights of the city towers exposing the sharp panes of his face. 

No. No. Oh God. 

Her strength momentarily left her as she craned her neck to gaze at him, like some dark knight that had been ressurected. 

"Oliver?" she choked weakly. 

Al Sah-him stared down at the woman, kneeling before him. 

"Oliver, is it really you?" Felicity was hoping against hope that this man, this monstrous mask that Ra's had created would fail to devour the man inside. The Oliver Queen she'd fallen in love with. The one she still ached for. 

Through the silence came a sharp and piercing automatic response. 

"Oliver Queen is dead." 

Vivid, clear words. Four words. Four words that broke her. Felicity physically felt a hand twisting her insides, stretching them out so she felt nauseated. Squeezing her throat so she couldn't breathe. Every word was like a knife, digging deeper into her airway. These four words, coming from his mouth, cleanly jagged her heart the way a silver sword never could. 

''No. You can't say that to me. You can't give up hope, Oliver. I haven't and you can't either. Search for yourself," she sobbed and panted. Her heart wrenched out so that all that she felt dripped down her face in wet tears. All that she thought spilled down her tongue.