Survive - Arrow Fanfiction

Chapter Two

Slade Wilson is the most frustrating man she has ever had the displeasure of meeting.

He treats her like a silly little girl (which arguably she is) and stubbornly calls her kid despite her numerous reminders that her name is Olivia.

He forces her to hunt for her own food - "I'm not a waiter, kid. This isn't a five star holiday resort, get your own damn food."

He can barely hold a conversation, other than to remind her how useless she is and how easily it would be to kill her if she fucks up.

He treats her like a burden that he has been forced to bear, despite the fact that he needs her too.

And then there is the unrelenting training.

Hours and hours, day after day.

It takes her less than a week to crack. All of the murderous glares and bitter smiles and being beaten to a pulp build up until-

"What am I supposed to do when one of Fryer's guys jams a gun in my face huh? Hit them with my stick?" The look he gives her almost wants to make her back down but she is so fucking tired of being hit with a fucking stick and she just can't do this anymore. Her body is bruised and battered and all she wants is to crawl into her sleeping bag and make Slade Wilson and his pointless bloody bamboo sticks disappear.

Instead he pulls out a gun and hands it to her. "Jam this in my face," he growls. Olivia hesitates, knowing that he's about to make her eat her words. "Do it!" he demands, and so she does, and the next second she is flat on her ass with a gun pointing at her. Olivia struggles to her feet and sends Slade a filthy look.

"This is pointless. I give up-"

Strong hands pull her close and there's a gun being jammed into her face. "There is no giving up with these guys!" he growls, his eyes as hard as flint. "There's no crying or begging your way out of trouble when you get captured. You have two choices. Escape or die. Choose now, Olivia."

Anger burns through her veins and her cheeks are flamed in humiliation. "Who are you to talk to me like I am a misbehaving dog?" Olivia demands lowly. "I am Olivia Queen-"

Slade shakes her roughly and pulls her against his chest. The gun presses firmly against her temple and for an awful moment she thinks that this is the end, that he's finally had enough of her whining and sulking and he's just going to get rid of her himself. He glares down at her and growls, "I am the man who is going to get you off of this island, Olivia Queen. Without me, you are dead. Now choose, escape or die."

Olivia glares right back at him with as much defiance as she can muster. "Escape," she hisses.

"We have ten days until the supply plane lands, ten days to turn you into at least half a soldier. Stop being a brat and take this seriously," he growls.

Olivia pushes him away with the little strength she has left - he doesn't move an inch but the gun drops to his side. "I am taking this seriously! I already know how useless I am thanks to you reminding me every other minute. Stop standing there growling at me and actually help me for fucks sake!"

He drops the gun and pushes her away roughly, all the while glaring at her as if she is the worst thing in the world. Wordlessly, he holsters his gun and picks up the bamboo sticks and chucks her one. "Again," he demands, waiting for her to make the first move.

Olivia stares at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?"

"Again."

Swearing softly, she makes the first move, and ends up landing on her ass not minutes later.

Eventually they make their way back to the fuselage. Each step is torture and she is unable to prevent the groan that escapes her throat despite her best efforts to remain quiet. She can feel Slade's amused glances staring holes into her back but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain with each simple movement of taking a step forward.

She hears a snort of laughter behind her and she has to bite her tongue to prevent herself from telling the oaf of a man to fuck off.

She hates him almost as much as she hates this island and Edward Fryers. But at the end of the day, she needs him to make it back home to her family, to carry out her dad's last wish to save her city.

And though she is loathed to admit it, Slade Wilson makes her feel safe, and she isn't willing to give that up.