Hello, fellow Archers and or other heroes and welcome to my writer's place of intrigue!
Over the course of the last two years, I've watched through all of the CW's TV show, Arrow, and can I just say... Wow, is it amazing!
Honestly, almost every cha...
Dedicated to @NewYorkDoll and @CamrynKissel for their kind feedback on my Arrow stories! It truly means a lot to me :)
Author's Note: I know that this particular scene isn't the most important of ones from the series, or rather, even the season, but I just really wanted to recreate it. The way this brutal fight sequence between Oliver and Ricardo was choreographed is just so phenomenal due to both its intensity and fast movements.
Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it :)
"For money, man may do anything to achieve goals," Anatoly thought to himself as he walked beside two of Ricardo's rugged, armed men, escorting Oliver Queen to Ricardo's secret base under Star City. The hero's rusted silver chains dragged noisily against the bloodied concrete ground that lay beneath their feet, filling the Russian man's ears with a distant ringing.
Anatoly wasn't a bad man, merely someone who was working towards the greater good, or rather, his greater good. He and Oliver even used to be friends back during their days of Bratva brotherhood, going as far as to lie to the dangerous organization they swore allegiance to for one another. But the years had long since past those days of Russian beer and sarcastic advice, Oliver had made sure of it.
I am merely repaying a friend for his deed of exiling me from our brotherhood.
Anatoly reached the training room's gray door, his hand idling on its metal handle.
He nodded for the two men to take the black bag off Oliver's head to which they reluctantly complied.
"You stop here," Anatoly instructed the men, nodding for them to leave him alone with their prisoner.
They once again nodded, their faces emotionless as they marched off to resume their usual posts as guards of Ricardo's secrets.
Diaz must pay them good money for my brothers rarely listened to commands back home.
"You say I betray myself working with Diaz? I think much on this," commented Anatoly, his hands folded over one another with a sort of elegance that could only be reached by a man of his dignity.
"And?" Questioned Oliver, his left eyebrow raised curiously, though the rest of his face showed very little interest in the matter at hand.
Anatoly had always admired his old friend's ability to hide his emotions, though he knew what dangers Oliver's honest self could bring to the people who hurt him.
"You may be right. But I realize, moment things went wrong, last year when I trusted you to bring me into city. So, if I betray myself, Kapushion, it is because you, you betrayed me first," stated Anatoly, hurt ringing throughout his cold toned voice.
If never trust ally again, then never be betrayed again for if I betray myself, at least the direct consequences of my actions will be known.
Oliver just stared Anatoly in the eyes, having heard so many of his past friends say similar things before trying to kill him.
"C'mon, Diaz is waiting," commanded Anatoly as he unlocked the rust-covered door, guiding Oliver inside.
He took a seat on a small metal bench near the door as the pair awaited the Dragon's arrival, thoughts still racing through the Russian man's mind.
Revenge is always right thing to do. Bratva taught me that. Only, I am not Bratva anymore, am I?
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
