violet ➳ arrow fanfiction

five : so am i

Two weeks had passed since Oliver had agreed to train Arden, and she was getting really good at it. Her punches were hard and concentrated, her kicks were impacting and firm and her reflexes were amazing. She was becoming stronger and better each day, which proved that Oliver was a good teacher.

They were now in the lair, discussing some criminal.

"Name's Joshua Gonzalez, ex-marine, last spotted in the abandoned mental institution near 32nd." Felicity said and spun around in her chair to face Oliver. He nodded and started to put on his suit.

"Let me go with you, he probably has teammates." Arden suggested as she walked over to him. She was about to pick up her gun when he took her hand away.

"No, you're not ready to go in the field yet." Oliver said firmly and Arden let out a groan. He just shook his head and picked up his bow.

"Oliver, you can't do this alone." Arden stated in a firm tone. "Let me help."

"I said no!" Oliver said, raising his voice. He picked up his quiver and pulled up his hood. Silently, he walked away, leaving a very annoyed Arden behind.

"Such an ass." Arden mumbled to herself and plopped down on a chair. With her face in her hands, she groaned loudly, making Diggle and Felicity look at her with concern.

"Don't worry, he'll come around." Felicity said softly. Arden raised her head to look at her and simply nodded.

"How's everything?" Felicity asked Oliver through the ear piece. She heard the sound of punches and groans, making her worry.

"He has a lot of men." Oliver said breathlessly. He was fighting more than forty men by himself, which had to be hard.

"Gonzalez has a lot of men." Felicity told Diggle and Arden. Arden stood up, grabbed her gun and started to put on her jacket. "Arden, Oliver said that you're not ready."

"I know what he said." Arden responded and started to put on her purple wig. "I don't care."

"Arden, stop." Diggle said in his low voice, hopefully scaring her. She rolled her eyes and looked at Diggle.

"I have a gun, are you really gonna stop me?" She asked, wiggling the gun around. Diggle backed away and Arden walked out of the lair.

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Oliver was fighting over forty men by himself. Every time one man gets knocked out, another launches himself at Oliver, that meant he couldn't shoot many arrows. He was handling them pretty well, until twenty more men showed up, but these men had guns. He started to dodge the bullets and kept knocking some men out.

He was fighting, when in the corner of his eyes, he spotted an almost too familiar purple haired girl. She was fighting, knocking men out. He ignored it for know, and kept fighting.

After what seemed like forever, only one man was left. Oliver took him and punched him hard, making him unconscious. He was too distracted by Arden he didn't notice one of the guys had gotten up and was about to shoot him.

Arden quickly took her gun out and shot him twice. Oliver saw the look of horror in her face as she dropped the gun from her now shaking hands. He kneeled beside the guy and checked his pulse, which he had none. As if to tell her he was dead, he shook his head. Her hands fell on her hair, pulling it.

"Arde-"

"No, get away from me." Arden said in a whisper, her eyes filling up with tears. "I'm a murderer."

"So am I." Oliver said and took a step forward to comfort her, but she ran away.

Arden ran away as fast as she could, her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't believe she had killed someone. Arden, the smart cute girl that all the nerds liked, had killed someone. She couldn't do this.

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"What's wrong? Where's Arden?" Felicity interrogated Oliver as he entered the lair, suspiciously quiet. Oliver took a deep breath before answering her questions.

"She, um, she killed a guy." Oliver said silently looking down. "Then, she ran away."

"What?" Felicity shockingly asked, "Where'd she go?"

"Felicity," Oliver began softly. "If I knew where she was, I would be there."

"I'm going to find her." Felicity said, standing up and grabbing her coat.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Oliver admitted with a sigh, "She needs someone that understands what she's going through."

"No, she needs someone that believes in her." Felicity said, anger in her voice. She took a step forward, as in to emphasize what she was going to say next. "And clearly, I'm the best she has."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Oliver asked defensively, he couldn't believe Felicity was insulting him in a moment like this.

"Oh, you know exactly what that means." Felicity pushed. She backed away after a few seconds of giving him a death glare. Then, she spoke softly. "Goodbye, Oliver."