Behind The Arrow ➳ Oliver Queen [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13 | They Are Anything But Average

"What of the others, my liege?," I question Ra's as I walk over to the table.

"Firstly, I would like to congratulate you on the way of combat," he smiled, menacingly, "I would like to bestow upon you the hood of the League, the bow, and the arrows." And as he said those things, they came out with guards, who first, put the hooded cloak on me, followed by giving me the armory.

"Now," Ra's' tone got more serious, "I would like you to take the final trespassers and take them to the dungeons where you will personally show them the finest of our...abilities."

"Yes, your eminence," I nod, motioning for Oliver and Nate to follow me out.

When we enter the secluded hallway where the torture chambers were located, I violently shoved them in, trying to keep up my act. They stumbled in, with very pissed off looks on their faces.

"Take your shirts off," I command.

"So, how long has 'Sam' been dead?," Nate scoffs taking off his shirt before I handcuff him to the wooden plank above his head.

I ignore him as I do the same for Oliver, who already has his shirt off. My lips ache to be on his and my heart cracks with each huff he makes towards me. Suddenly, Oliver's arms wrap around me and I'm caught completely off guard. My head shakes vigorously before I push him off. I continue to 'cuff him up to the plank, raising his arms above his head.

"You have to trust what I'm doing, alright?," I say to them and they look at me with shock on their faces, those being the first words I had said to them since they had gotten here.

"Trust you? We came here to bust you out of this hell-hole and we come here to see you snap a man's neck in half!," Nate exclaims, struggling against his restraints. I take a syringe full of hydrogen peroxide and sick it into Nate. "What the heck did you put inside of me?," he squirms.

"This will weaken your powers for a few days," I sigh, "Look, I didn't choose to be here and I told you not to come for me, why didn't you listen?"

"We needed to get you out," Nate shook his head.

"Nate," I felt tears building at the back of my eyes, "The things they're going to make me do to you two are going to make you wish I cracked your neck to get it over with."

"Then don't do them," Nate shouts.

"I don't think you fully understand who these people are," I protest, "There is no escaping the League! And if you want to survive it here, you're going to have to feel the highest level of pain before I can find a way to get you guys out of here."

"Sam," Oliver speaks slowly, that was the first word he'd said to me in four months, "Come here."

I slowly approach him, placing my bow down, avoiding looking him in the eye, "Yeah?"

"Can I please kiss you?," he murmurs, eyes deeply concealed in sadness. I bite my lip and give him a small nod before leaning in and his lips practically smashing into mine. There was so much need and emotion in this moment of intimacy between us that it was unbearable.

"I'm sorry," I mutter, "I love you so much, and I've missed you the most."

"Then leave with us," he leans his forehead against mine.

"You know I can't," I sigh, "They'll kill you."

"They won't, I won't let them."

"This is much bigger than us and you know that," I flutter my eyes shut before walking over to the weapons cabinet, "They wont let you go unless you've got scratches on you."