Taken

Gone

Felicity winced as she woke up, her head throbbing. Everything was blurry and she felt blindly for her glasses on her bedside table. Except she couldn't find them. Not her glasses or the bedside table. She sat up slowly, ignoring the pounding in her head. She looked around as best as she could. From what she could make out, she was in a basement of some kind. The room was bare except for a set of stairs in the corner and the bed she was laying on. What little light there was came from an overheadlamp that looked at least 10 years old.

Felicity tried to piece together what she could remember. She remembered going to work at Queen Consolidated. Eating lunch at Big Belly Burger with Oliver and Diggle. She remembered heading to the Foundry and Oliver going on patrol. Nothing unusual about what she could recall; a typical day for her. And then it hit her, she didn't remember ever getting home.

Working for Arrow had given her a pretty good understanding of kidnapping situations. Hell, this wasn't even the first time she had been kidnapped. This was however, the first time she had no idea where she was, the first time she had no idea where Oliver was. How long had she been missing? Had anyone even noticed she was gone? Oliver would surely notice when she didn't show up for work the next day. She felt her ear and sighed in relief when she found her industrial piercing still in place. Mentally thanking Oliver for insisting that she carry a tracker at all times, she sat back on the bed, leaning against the wall and waited for Oliver to rescue her.

She sat there for a while, staring out into the blurry room wishing she had her glasses. She thought about all the things she had to when she got back to work. It was a good way to pass the time; she had a lot to do. She was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of the key turning in a lock. She shuffled back to the corner of the bed trying to get as far away from whoever was coming through the door. Heavy footsteps clumped down the stairs and she was faced with a tall, broad man with an eye patch and a sword strapped to his back.

"You're awake." The man answered with an Australian accent. "Good."

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" Felicity asked, trying to ignore the slight fear in her voice. 

"Name's Slade Wilson." he said gruffly, taking a few steps towards her. She shrunk back as much as possible, determined to keep as much distance between her and the Australian. "And you're here because I intend to destroy everyone and everything Oliver Queen loves, starting with you."

She screamed as he lunged forward and dragged her off the bed.