Sad. Beautiful. Tragic. (BK1)

Episode 1: Pilot

A/N: Okay, I don't really know where I'm going with this....exactly. But I'm going to try and make this interesting. If you like the first chapter and you have any ideas of where it could go or where you think it should go, please PM me or review! Thanks!

Episode 1: Pilot

4 years earlier...

"You know, most people need sleep," Bernie said, sarcastically.

"You know," Anna said, swiveling her chair to steal a glance. "Most people aren't me."

Bernie smirked and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack. "I'll see you tomorrow," he nodded, turning for the door.

"See you tomorrow," Anna said, turning back to her desk, littered with papers. She sighed ruefully and looked at the clock. She was the only one left in the office. Everyone else had gone home hours ago and the only other person that stayed late had just left. She leaned on her elbows and decided to go home after all. She stood and went to the coat rack by the door.

After she pulled on her jacket and zipped it up to her collar bone, she turned out the lights and left the office. She locked the doors, and then slid the keys into her pocket as she started down the sidewalk. It was a cold night in Starling City. As usual the lights were bright and her breath was fogged and she could hear the echoes of music.

Then suddenly she felt a quick breeze on her cheek, she saw a green blur, and found herself on the ground. She heard weird noises coming from somewhere to her right and she felt warmth trickling down her cheek. She stood and saw an ally way to her right—where the sounds were coming from. Anna wasn't like most people.

Most people would turn and walk the other way, but Anna started into the ally. She got to the end, where it turned into another ally running left and right. To the left was a horrific scene: two men stood whilst one was on his knees, and the two held a gun pointed at the one knelt. Anna quickly hid against the wall where they couldn't see her and peeked around the corner.

"Please...please, I'm begging you!" the man on his knees pleaded. "I have a daughter that needs me! A wife! Please! I'll get you your money, I promise!"

The gunman just chuckled and then Anna's worst fear happened...they pulled the trigger. The shot rang out in the ally way and Anna jumped, blinking hard. She realized what she had just witnessed and quietly turned her back to the scene, running back through the ally to the road.

Present day...

"I know, I know...I'm in the elevator right now...yeah, I'll be there in like five minutes...oh look the doors are open. I gotta go," Anna hung up her cell phone and shoved it into her pocket.

She left the elevator and went down the hallway to a door marked 567. She knocked three times and a second later the door swung open, revealing a wide-smiling brunette. "Finally! You only have an hour to dress," the girl said, pulling Anna into the room. Anna didn't personally know the girl but she knew the perky brunette was one of her sister's bridesmaids.

The girl pulled Anna to the bed where a yellow dress lay out that was identical to the dress the brunette wore. Anna looked around the room and noticed several other girls of varying hair colors wearing more yellow dresses in the bathroom fighting for the mirror. Anna sighed and grabbed the dress off the bed, walking into the closet nearest her.

She changed as best she could in the close courters then went to the bathroom to find an open corner of the mirror. Her sister Sophia was getting married to her boyfriend of five years, David, and Anna didn't want to miss it because of stupid girls hogging the mirror. "Hey, girls, either move out of the way or I make you move," Anna said, in a very calm yet raised voice.

 The girls turned and eyed her. They crossed their arms in unison and tilted their heads with attitude. "And who are you?" a blonde on the right asked.

"Sister of the bride, maid of honor, you know...one of the most important people at this shindig. Move," Anna said.

They hesitantly moved a path and Anna wriggled through to the mirror. After thirty minutes of trying to get her make-up right, Anna finally made it out of the hotel room. She made her way down the hallway to the elevator and when the doors opened she stepped inside. The doors began to close and she heard, "Hold the door!" just before a man stopped the doors from closing with his hand.

He wore a tuxedo and was very handsome with short blonde hair. Anna didn't recognize him in the slightest. He smiled as he wiggled between the doors and pressed the Lobby button. Anna felt the bobby pins that held her braided bun in place anxiously.

"Here for the wedding?" the man asked suddenly.

"Uh, yeah. My sister's the bride," she replied, with a casual smile.

"Really? You must be Anastasia then. I've heard a lot about you," he said, turning to her and holding out a hand.

She shook his hand. "That's me," she said. "And you are?"

"Oliver Queen. I'm one of David Hough's friends," he said.

Anna nodded in understanding and turned back toward the elevator doors. The doors opened and she quickly exited. She was immediately thrown into the sea of people heading into the ballroom. She wriggled through the crowd until she was in the ballroom.

After the service was over everyone hastily left the ballroom and headed for the hotel exit. And from there everyone would catch a taxi and go to the reception at a restaurant up the street. Everyone had just filed into the lobby of the hotel when glass shattered and shots were fired. People started screaming and rushing the exit.

Anna went with the crowd but was pulled back by her arm. A hand covered her mouth so screaming for help was out of the question. Her captor dragged her up several flights of stairs to the roof and out toward the other side. They stopped moving and an arrow appeared, lodged in the gravel of the roof a foot next to her captor. He swung her around with him and she saw him.

Clad in green leather, a bow drawn in hand, and a leather-looking mask covering his face. Anna started slightly hyperventilating.

"No matter what you do to me, this girl will die, hood!" the man behind her said, his Italian accent ever present. "She's seen things that anyone else would torture her for...but me, you see, i'll make this painless."

Anna heard the click of a gun cocking and she momentarily closed her eyes. "Let her go" the 'hood' said.

"Why would I do that? I just said she'd die," the man said. He removed his hand from her mouth and she sighed in relief—she was a germophobic that way.

"Let. Her. Go" the 'hood' said again.

Anna slightly turned and flickered her gaze from the direction of the man's hand on her arm to the 'hood'. She prayed he would get the memo. As she did so, he seemed to notice. The 'hood' slightly readjusted his aim so it was hardly noticeable and shot the arrow.

The man screamed loudly when the arrow dug into his flesh. Anna quickly ran to a few feet behind the 'hood' and watched the man squirm in pain. He screamed a few more times before starting to back up subconsciously. Anna noticed this and lunged forward just as the man back tracked off the roof. "No!" she said, looking over the edge of the roof.

She looked away before she could see the man hit a car below. She turned back around and the 'hood' stepped closer to her. "What did you see?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"He said you were supposed to die because you saw something. What was it?" he asked. Anna inwardly cringed. She knew what she had seen was bad...but she didn't think it could kill her. "I witnessed a murder," she said.

"Who's murder?"

"I don't know. I just saw the guy get shot," she said. They were quiet a minute before the 'hood' held out a black flip-phone. "I'll be in touch," he said. She took it hesitantly and looked it over. She looked back up and he was gone.

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