His Felicity, His Happiness

Untitled Part 7

Felicity woke to a burning throat and darkness. She tried to sit up but her head was pounding from whatever had rendered her unconscious and she groaned, her body feeling the cold hard floor below her. She was lying on her side on the ground from what she could tell. There was no light flickering through the room and Felicity felt fear for the first time. She could feel a chain around her ankle and as she tried once again to sit up, her head started pounding. She finally was able to make her way to a sitting position and feeling with her hand she felt the wall behind her. Where was she and did Sah-Him know she was missing?

Her first thought was Talia. This had to be her. Felicity felt a cold dampness seeping into the room, and she tried to pull her clothing tighter around her to keep it away. Oh, why did she leave the room? She should have stayed with Oliver and her decision to step out into the hall just was the wrong choice. And then she remembered. The enchantress was dead! Ras was dead! Surely she was next.

She huddled against the wall as tears flowed down her cheeks. She had finally found someone that cared for her; that made her happy, and now all of that was gone. She prayed that whatever Talia had planned for her would be quick and she squeezed her eyes shut as sobs took over her body.

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Sah-Him stormed through the compound. The rage on his face rivaled any that the League had ever seen and everyone that crossed his path immediately moved out of his way. He stormed into the room and Talia turned with a surprised look on her face. He walked over and grabbed her by the throat, shoving her against the wall. Her gasps of surprise filled the room as the rage in his eyes was turned solely on her.

"Where. is. she?", he asked. His voice held barely controlled rage.

Talia tried to answer, but the hold he had on her throat was restricting her airflow. She tried to pull his hand away and he finally let her go. She fell to the floor in a fit of coughing as he took a step back.

"I will ask you again! Where is she?" Talia made her way to her feet and looked at him with true fear in her eyes. She had never seen him this furious and it was a sight to behold.

"I do not know of whom you speak Sah-Him.", she said, her voice shaking and scratchy.

"Felicity! Where is she?" He stepped closer to her and she took a step back.

"Again, Sah-Him. I do not know. When I last saw her she was with you."

Sah-Him watched her closely. Felicity had been suspicious of Talia and had said that Talia had grabbed her arm. As much as he didn't want to believe that his sister would turn on her father, he hated to admit he had noticed something off about her the last few weeks. Something did not feel right.

Talia rubbed her throat and watched him cautiously. She needed to be extremely careful. He could not find out where Felicity was being held, and when she was gone and he was grieving his love, then she would strike him down and the League would be hers.

He moved forward, and got in her face, his eyes ice cold and deadly, "When I find Felicity, and I WILL find her. If I see that you were involved in her disappearance, you will die where you stand." He watched her for a moment taking in her expression at his words. She was doing a good job not showing it, but he could see a tiny thread of fear in the back of her eyes. He would deal with her later. He needed to focus on finding Felicity. His hope! His heart!

He turned on his heel and headed down the corridor. With Ras's death he was now Ras Al Ghul, and he sent Sarab to fetch every single warrior they had. He wanted the compound searched from top to bottom and no one was going to be allowed to rest until Felicity was back safe and sound.