MIRACLE (Oliver Queen x Slade Wilson)

Honestly Im Just Making Shit up

*3rd Person*

*Lian Yu*

Oliver laid back on his knees, slightly rocking and shaking. He couldn't do this, he couldn't choose!

"Please choose me instead! I deserve this not them!" He cried out at the insane man. He eyes rapidly changing between the two women tied, with a gun pointing at their heads. The gun pointed back at Sara, Oliver jumped in front of the gun wanting him instead but the insane man in control shot Shado through the back of the head. The tears streamed down Oliver's face that he couldn't stop.

It was the first step down the path of a man's insanity. Not his own, but someone very close to him.

*Warehouse, Present*

An Omega laid on the ground, a bullet through their head. 3 people stood around the body, 1 was in tears cradling the body. Stephen pulled her closer and whispered in her ear.

"Get the f* up, you're worrying everyone." He leaned back and left her on the ground. He stood quickly, and waited for her to respond.

"Dude you know I'm very tired right, I couldn't sleep last night." Ainsley groaned and got up on her hands and knees. She shook her head, and blood splattered on the ground beneath her.

"WHAT THE HELL!" The other Omega in the room exclaimed. Ainsley stood on two feet and wiped the blood from her forehead. "But you were dead!"

"Oh, yeah! Forgot to mention that. I have a healing ability." The blonde was furiously wiping at her head trying to get all the blood off. "Damn it's gonna take me a long time to get this out of my shirt." A slight creaking up in the rafters grab their attention, but none of them could see anything up there.

"Hey, Stephen?" Ainsley asked looking at her boyfriend quizzically. "Why were you crying?" Stephen answered with, "I saw my girlfriend die, I think I can be a little sad."

"With how much I enjoy watching you two, I think we should focus on finding out who we are fighting." Oliver had a dead serious look in his eye, and his body language didn't show any joy either.

"I guess you're right, I personally think this author spends too much time on her OCs. She needs to focus more on her main characters." Ainsley looked up like she was speaking to the heavens.

"What?" Slade asked. Like really what the hell was she talking about?

"Nothing! Let's go hack their computer system!" The blonde skipped over to the computers and got to work.

"What do you think she meant by "Author"? And OCs? She talking like we're in some kind of "fanfiction"." Oliver whispered into Slade's ear.

"I don't know but I hope she knows what she's doing." Slade was referring to how Ainsley was humming and looked like she was just pushing random buttons.

Watch out heroes, because the weird things Ainsley says will soon be the last of your worries. Keep one eye open at night, and swivel your head, you'll need to watch your step.

*Warehouse*

*1 hour prior to the group arriving*

Rage sat on the roof, he'd been doing a lot of thinking lately. He realized how many flags he had missed, all the times when Malcolm had wronged him. Hit him, abused him. He didn't know a way out. There might be no way.

He couldn't tell anyone, they wouldn't believe him. They all thought Malcolm was dead. He might be able to tell Ainsley if Malcolm had cut off all contact with her. She was really the only person he could think of to help him. No one else would care, no one would even listen to him.

"What are you thinking about?" A dark voice asked from behind him. Rage flinched just from hearing him speak, no matter when he would try and touch Rage. "Lorenzo speak to me!" Rage squeaked and almost fell off the edge but quickly caught himself.

"Nothing, I'm not really thinking about much." Rage stood and face the scary Alpha. "I just needed some fresh air." Rage gave a fake smile, that he knew didn't reach his eyes. Malcolm didn't think of it, maybe because Rage hadn't really smiled in a while. He wasn't all that happy and he didn't think he would be any time soon.

"It's time to go, don't want them to find anything." Malcolm grabbed Rage by the shoulders and directed him downstairs and through the front door.

Look out heroes, you might find more then you asked for.