Misplaced Memory (An Arrow Fanfic) [UNDER EDITING]

chapter 11

(unedited)

After 15 minutes the whole house was crowded with people. The police officer's in front of the house  were talking to 'concerned' citizens, who just wanted an update of the story. Downstairs at the front and back door were groups of CSI's  looking into signs of a breaking, like the way he came in was their biggest concern. Upstairs a whole team of detectives were inspecting Felicity's room. When they all walked in a heard a scream in the background. I walked downstairs towards the living room where i found Thea and Laurel sitting on the couch.

"Hey Ollie, i heard what happend from my dad, is everything okay?" Laurel asked with a smile. I looked at her like she just walked in a madhouse, well she did.

"Laurel he came in and he....he was in her room. In her  room, how could he know she was here, how could he know she was in that exact room?!" Oliver shouted to the blonde (She's already blond here.. sorry for the confusion) on the couch.

"I heard it wasn't him, just some guy with delusions, who scared Felicity and shot himself. That's not him, he may have send the Messenger but it wasn't him and you can be gratefull for that. You know what happend Three years ago, he could've done it again but he send a message what does that say to you?" Laurel said furiously towards Oliver. Thea looked at the both of them and walked out the room as soon as she say Roy trying to get through the front door.

"Thea..," Oliver wispered, then he turned to Laurel again" Laurel i'm sorry okay? It's just i'm scared that the same thing will happen again and i couldn't handle that. I know this is exactly what he wants, for us to play his sick games but i can't let him get away this time, not again,"

"Last time you had a pretty good reason for letting him go," She said now calm again "Do you have a good reason to go after him right now?" Oliver let out a sign. He knew she was right but he just couldn't let it go. He still saw Felicity shaking with fear, unable to talk or move. After the police arrived they brought her to the hospital. Diggle drove with her in the ambulance but he decided he could be more helpful here, catching whoever was behind this. Dectective Lance walked in the living room and towards Oliver and Laurel.

"Mr. Queen," He said with a snort.

"Dectective Lance, did you find anything?" Oliver said smiling at the dectective. Detective Lance looked at him and then at the notebook he was holding in his hand.

"Well, other then what you found nothing i think, the walked in covered the place in blood, shot himself and left no clue where he came from..," He spoke the words like he was reading a shopping list. Laurel looked at Oliver who was very comfortable listening to her father. To comfortable.

"Well, i hope you and your man find who did this. My guest was really shaky when she saw a stranger in her room, so i would like to know how to update my security system to prevent things like this ever again," Oliver kept smiling but detective Lance already walked away. As soon as her father had disappearded Laurel turned to Oliver.

"What did you do?" Oliver tried to look innocent but his expression said not much but guilty. Oliver gave up when he saw how serious Laurel looked, like he'd killed the guy in Felicity's bedroom.

"I just made sure they wouldn't find any clues towards him, that's all. I didn't killed that man in there if you think that," Oliver answers trying to put an innocent face up again. Laurel signs and greets him before walking to the front door and leaving the house.  Not long after that the crowd started to shrink from the press giving up and leaving. Even the officers; in front of the house, the CSI's; at the doors and the detectives from upstairs. As the last one left the door shut with a loud bang, that echoed through the big (now) empty house. Oliver walked upstairs, straight to his room. He undressed and took a shower. As soon as the warm water hit his face he became less tense. He tried to clear his head but it was al coming back to him now. The memories from three years ago, he tried to bury underneath a tanker (sorry for the bad metaphor) and the new memories from last night. He hit his fist against the white tiles in front of him and silently cursed. The turned the shower off and grabbed his towel. He dried himself very quickly and put on a grey t-shirt with black jeans. He grabbed his jacket from his bed and keys from his nightstand. Then he walked up to his car, a silver cabriolet, and drove to an abandoned club called: Verdant. He parks his car and walks up the to the club. Inside he immedialty walks over to a door in the back, password locked. Oliver types in a code and the door opens. He walks through the door, down the iron stairs and to the computer on the desk in the cold dark layer (arrowcave (even though Oliver hates to call it that)). The computer makes a few buzz and beeee sounds before starting up and showing Oliver a blue screensaver. He typs some codes and the computer does exactly like he asks. Oliver gives the computer one last glare before walking to a long glass box that shows a suit inside.

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Felicity screams when she wakes up. Within seconds she feel two warm hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. She slowly open her eyes and see a concerned, half deaf man standing right next to her. Diggle.

"John," She sighs with relief, she looks around "John, where am i? Am i in a hospital? What happend? Why am i not in my room anym-," She stop talking as soon as she realise what happend. The blood, the man and the message. It's al coming back to her in fragments and she needs to fight the urge to scream again. Her blonde hair falls over her face as she sits up, covering her face.

"Felicity you're alright now, you're in the hospital after Oliver found you he called me and we drove to the hospital together, remember?" Diggle says as he puts Felicity hairs behind her ear, showing her face again.

"Oliver? Where is he?" felicity asks with a snob in her voice. Even thought she wants to cry she holds it in. I can't cry like a little girl anymore, women up Felicity, she thinks. Diggle looks through the window in front of him. Felicity turns her head to the left to face the window to and questions what he's looking at. Like he heard her thinking Diggle snaps out his gaze and answers quickly.

"Oliver's out," Is all he says, like he can't say more about it or just won't. "But he'll be back tonight at the house, don't worry-,"

"I think i should worry, because after all it was his house they broke into," Felicity cuts him off "John, i can't stay with you guys anymore, i'm going home. If this creep wants something from me he can come and get it, i'm done with it. I just want my family back or at least whats left of it," Felicity can't hold her tears in any more. A stream of glinstering water rushing over cheeks towards the sheets on her lap." So yes if you want me to say it out loud, i give up. You took everything from and now i give up, you win," Felicity says through her tears lowering her head. Diggle looks at her, confused. It was like she knew he could hear him, like she knew he was watching her. Ofcourse he would, he kidnapped her family, Why wouldn't he? To see if she was scared or just not giving up? But this was different, like she really knew he was on the other side of the room listening to her giving up. Then he grabs a notebook from his pocket and writes something down. He shows her the little piece of paper and she reads it carefully.

Is he watching you that you know of?

Felicity looks away from the piece of paper as soon as possible, hoping he didn't just see that. Diggle looks at her with concern and as Felicity looks up again he remains silent. He doesn't know what going on but it's something more. And she knows, but can't talk about.

"Felicity i need a minute to make a phonecall, i'll be just around the corner in the hallway if you need me," Diggle smiles and walks out the room. He calls a familier number and awaits an answer.

"The person you're trying to reach is unavailable at the moment please try again later or leave a message," A woman's voice says when the call doesn't gets answered. Diggle hangs up and calls again. The same message answers his phonecalls every time.

"Dammit Oliver! Just pick up i need to talk to you about Felicity," Diggle says before hanging up again and walking back to Felicity. Somebody needs to act now, or things will get more and more complicated, he thinks.