Survive - Arrow Fanfiction

Chapter Five

Olivia looks at him in disbelief. She knows that Slade Wilson is a killer. She has seen firsthand how quick he is to kill first and ask questions later. As a member of some Australian spy organisation, she knows that his body count is high, but for him to suggest blowing up an entire island is insane even for him.

"You can't blow up the island. Yao Fei is still here. He's your mission, the only reason that you're here!"

"My mission is not of your concern," he barks. "If you think that Edward Fyers is here by mistake then you are dumber than I thought. He's a mercenary, and he's got plans for this place that involve Yao Fei. This man tortured you, an innocent girl for no goddamn reason. Do you really want to see what he's capable of?" Olivia glowers at him, though the memory of Billy Wintergreen's blade slicing into her skin is burned into her brain. "This ends now."

"I won't let you," Olivia snaps, although she knows that she stands no chance of stopping him physically. "He saved my life-"

"And that is your debt to repay, not mine," Slade snaps.

Olivia pushes past him for the door but he wraps a hand around her arm and pulls her back to his side. "Take your hand off of me," she snarls, attempting to shake off his hold but to no avail.

"Where are you going?" he growls in her ear.

"To pay off a debt."

"You owe Yao Fei nothing."

"Yes I do," she says, willing him to understand. "All of my life, I have only thought about myself. My family, my friends, Tommy, they always came second. I took them all for granted, betrayed people that I loved. I don't want to be that person anymore. I won't leave Yao Fei here to die."

Slade rolls his eyes impatiently. "Being a spoiled brat doesn't make you a bad person kid," he says. "Don't get yourself killed over a man such as Yao Fei."

"I have to do this," Olivia says quietly, imploring him to understand.

Slade looks at her long and hard. "The plane leaves in three hours. If you're not on it, then I will leave without you."

She hesitates with one hand on the door. She can feel his eyes burning holes into her back and despite her instincts telling her to leave, she turns and meets his gaze. There are so many things that she wants to say to him, but instead all she says is, "If I don't make it back in time, will you call my family?"

"Sure kid."

--

She gets caught.

Of course she fucking does. One of the very few times that she actually tries to be a better person, the universe comes and kicks her in the tits for it.

Olivia wakes with a pounding head, tied to a pole in a deserted tent. Thanks to the powerful blow to the head that Yao Fei gave her, it takes a moment for the room to stop spinning around her, though the urge to puke remains long after when she realizes just how fucked she is. She struggles against the zip tie binding her hands together, but it's useless.

She's alone. Slade is no doubt stepping onto his plane right now without a second thought of the girl he has spent the last few weeks rescuing every time she fucks up, and Yao Fei-

Olivia sucks in a sharp breath.

Yao Fei had given her over to Fyers once again, and Olivia wonders if maybe she really is as stupid as Slade claims her to be to have trusted this man in the first place.

"I was beginning to regret ordering your death." Olivia looks up. Edward Fyers stands before her, his booted feet centimeters from her knees.

She hadn't even heard him come in. She shivers as she meets his cold eyes, and it's then that she realizes that her jacket is missing.

"How are you still alive? I could have sworn I saw Yao Fei choke the life out of you."

Olivia glowers at him hatefully. "I guess he's not as strong as you think," she spits.

Fyer's mouth twitches. He pulls out a wicked knife from his belt and presses it to her throat.

I'm about to die, she thinks in horror.

"Stand," he demands. Olivia swallows painfully, and does as he commands. He steps closer to her and trails the knife down her chest, the sharp point gently caressing her exposed skin until he reaches her tank top. The knife slices through the material of her shirt, and it's then that Olivia truly feels pure fear as she realizes just what Edward Fyer's wants from her.

"You're very beautiful," Fyers says casually. He slips the knife back into his belt and pulls away her torn tank top until she stand before him in just her bra, and his greedy eyes take in her golden skin. He runs his cold fingers down her cheek, smiling in delight as she flinches away from him. "You see, Miss Queen, we have been on this island for a long time, and I had thought to give you to my men as a reward for all of their hard work when I came across you."

He wraps a hand around her neck and thumbs her jaw. "Men do have needs after all," he says thoughtfully. He tightens his grip on her neck making her cry out in shock. Despite her heart pounding in fear, Olivia sucks in a breath and does her best to glare at Fryers with every ounce of hatred she has for this man that burns in her body.

Fyers moves his hand lower, his touch as gentle as a lovers, tracing the exposed skin of her collarbone. His cold eyes stare at her unflinchingly, lips curving into a cruel smile. Her breaths are quick as his hand slides lower and pausing to tease his thumb over the curve of her breast. He continues his descent, his hand leaving a trail of disgust and fury in it's wake until his hand spans the skin of her stomach.

"No," Fyers breathes, his voice tight with need. "I think I will keep you for myself, Miss Queen." He presses his erection against her hip and Olivia has to fight the urge to gag. "It's been awhile since I've had the luxury of a woman's embrace." She is helpless against him as his hand slips under her jeans and tracing the cotton of her panties. Her hands struggle against the zip tie with renewed vigor.

"This is what happens when you play at being a hero, kid," Slade would say.

But she's not a hero.

She is a selfish girl who takes everyone for granted and was only trying to repay a debt to someone she believed a friend. She is somebody who has relied upon others from the moment she was born, and being on this island is no exception.

Olivia Queen is not a hero. She has no delusions about that.

But nor will she be subjected to this man's touch one second longer.

"I am not a cruel man, Miss Queen," Fyers is saying. "I will give you pleasure if you give me your obedience." His fingers slip under the cotton and he is panting in her ear-

With all of her strength Olivia smashes her forehead into his nose.

Fyers rears back with a cry of shock. Olivia kicks out with all of her strength and sends him flying to the floor. She pulls at her bindings once more until her wrists are burning but the pain makes no difference. Fyers is getting to his feet and his eyes blaze with a fury that would terrify the devil himself. With all of her strength, she gives one last pull of her bindings until her hands are slipping through-

Olivia throws herself at Fyers catching him by surprise and has them falling to the ground. She straddles his chest as his hands grab at her, but Olivia's determined to end this once and for all as she grabs his head and smashes it into the ground with a sickening crack. Blood pools beneath his head, and from a distance she can hear guards entering the tent and them shouting at her to stand down but she's too far gone. She curls her hands into fists and lands a blow that Slade would be proud of. Arms curl around her waist and then she's being pulled away.

"I'm going to kill you," Olivia hisses as she's lifted away from him, though she fights with all of her strength against her captors arms. "You sick bastard!" Guards surround Fyers, and though she sees him being helped to his feet, she grins wickedly as she sees what she's done to him. Fyers waves them all away impatiently, his raging eyes locked on hers. Though he's unsteady on his feet, he strides towards her and punches her in the stomach.

"You useless bitch," he sneers, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her head back painfully. Olivia cries out and reaches back to claw at his hands but his hold is relentless. "I think that my men can have you after all," he hisses in her ear, forcing her out of the tent despite her struggles.