Arrow: League of Assassins This is My Arsenal

Burns

It was all over my body, the heat. I wasn't a fan of pain. I despised it. Somehow it always wins over my body. It strain my brain like it pounding my skull to get out.
I wanted to scream, Loud, but I stayed still. I heard the wound stinging like bees.
"This doesn't hurt you?"  He pulled away his hot sword.
"No," I cleared my throat, "I'm used to it by now." I looked at him with curiousness "Are you done?"
"What? Yes my liege." He pulled his body back.
I stood up, and walked toward Emiko, her eyes lit up with sadness and surprise when she saw the cauterization. "Here." She pulled out a new shirt for me, I grinned before anyone saw, because I saw her eyes dangle. I took my mask, and put on quickly
Automatically, Ray saw me, just a glimpse of me. "I know you."
I looked at him, with a devilish stare.
"Roy?"
"Do your work Palmer." Aeleus slapped his hand down, then aim his sword at his neck. "Or else."
Palmer hesitated and started to type fast on the stolen laptop. We crowded next to each other. Watching White Canary being ready for a surprise attack again.
Aeleus's heart paced fast, since he was next to me.
He liked me. I known it since six months ago. I could hear his heart outside his body. "Aeleus slow your heart beat." I told him gently. I didn't like him in that way, it was hard to tell for years I known him, but the subtle actions, the lingering day dreams his eyes go to when he looks at me, Aeleus was in Love with me.
And I was in love with his sister. Emiko.
With her long hair beautiful hair, her soft skin, her eyes, every part of her.
"Al-Sanar?"
I don't know how she doesn't know.
"Are you okay?"
"Done." Ray said, he got up and ran toward Sara, checking on the unborn child inside her. "Sara? Sara, Are you okay?"
She nodded, "a small migraine. She's okay don't worry." She smiled. She looked at me. "I should have shot you six years ago." She said in Arabic. I slowly looked at her.
"You better go, before it gets dark." I crossed my arms.
I looked at the computer screen. Tired.
Ray helped her up, as she had this glare, of hatred against me. "We have to go now Sara." Ray pleaded her.
I let go of my posture and sat down tired. My eyes blurred, as if confused of realities. I shook my head. "I am Al-Sanar, Heir to the Demon. Roy Harper is dead."