|Laurel Lance: Star City's True Hero|

||The Ending Was Near||

Finding hope that she could escape she pulled her handcuffs off and made a run for it. Only to be met face to face with slade.
"Where do you think your going?" He questioned walking slowly in front of her.
"Nowhere" Clary said like she was afraid and indeed she was. She put up a fight kicking, punching and attempting to push slade to the ground. She kept fighting until slade got her to the ground again putting his knife close to her neck.

But Clary slammed her head right into his. Where slade immediately got off of her.
"How does that feel huh?" Clary said in a clear tone.
Even if she got him to the ground she turned around only to be face to face with her mother. Laurel Lance.
She put something over her mouth holding her daughter to the ground until she became unconscious. Laurel picked her up and took her.
When she stopped they were at an abandoned hotel. Clary was slowly waking up but she wasn't really in the right mind set considering Laurel, her mother had just almost suffocated her.
It was very dark and nobody was there but Clary could see light in a window. Clary kept groaning and as she attempted to get herself out of her mothers hands she couldn't.

"Stop moving!" Laurel said agitated. "Let me go please" Clary began. Laurel kept going all the way up till she reached the top of the building. Oliver and Sara were at the bottom shouting to let Clary go. Laurel was about to do the worst thing she could ever do, she was gonna throw her off.

"Mom! Mom! Save me Sara!" Clary said as she looked right at Sara. "She can't save you not anymore" Laurel said grabbing her by the neck and squeezing her tight so she wouldn't run. Clary kept kicking holding her mothers arm tightly so she wouldn't let go. But seconds later there was a drop.
"Nooooooo!" Is what Oliver yelled making his way to his daughter. Clary laid there unconscious, blue and was bleeding from head to toe.
Sara checked her pulse and there was no other was to put it... Clary was dead.
Laurel just smiled as she watched her daughter plunge at least thirty feet to the ground. And then turned back to finish other business. Not before Sara ran so fast up to the rooftop.

"You bitch!" Sara yelled. "How could you do something like that?"
"Did you really want to deal with a brat for the rest of your life, sister?" Laurel asked smiling.
"She wasn't a brat, Clary was going through a lot of shit at the moment, Laurel she's eighteen she didn't completely understand what the hell was going on!" Sara scolded. "Clary needed to die, her name is what throws her off, she's just so pathetic and vulnerable and sometimes you have to end things. Example: your own daughter" Laurel explained.

Sara couldn't take it and she knew from her previous losses that she couldn't get revenge, it wouldn't be worth it and it certainly wouldn't bring Clary back.

She ran with tears in her eyes out of the building leaving Laurel to understand what she had just done. When she found Oliver he was laying next to Clary's dead body. The body was cold and began to get hard. Her lips were blue and her hair began to fall out. The once beautiful girl with perfect red hair looked beaten till she died. But no she had a quick and mostly painful death. Oliver gently shut her eyes and picked his daughter up, holding her close to his chest as Sara and him both headed to the arrow bunker.

Walking into the bunker with a dead body seemed rare, the only person was Sara when she had died from being shot with arrows into her chest.
"Oh my god.." Felicity said in a sweet but heartbroken voice. "What happened?"
"Laurel... she um., she threw her" oliver managed to say. "From where?"
"The top of a rooftop, she plunged at least thirty feet until her body slammed to the ground, when I found her she wasn't breathing. She had to have died instantly because she was cold when I found her" Oliver explained.

He looked like his soul was gone. Oliver wasn't.. Oliver. He looked empty like he had just lost a big part of him forever, he did though a daughter who had the rest of her entire life ahead of her. But it was snatched before she could have a chance.
Oliver's face looked pale and he looked completely different then when Clary was alive.
"I'm so, so sorry Oliver, I really am" Felicity said hugging him. "I just need to be alone" Oliver said walking away. He was holding Clary's small hand and when he let go walking away from her, he felt more empty then ever.

Clary was never coming back not in any timeline, she was in the angels care now. A funeral was all that could be done for her, Oliver couldn't understand why she would do something like this. She killed her daughter and Oliver never got a chance to spend time with her.
Not many people knew Laurel had a daughter. But everyone that heard or found out about Clary came to her funeral.
From Thea, Roy, Felicity, Diggle, Sara, Barry, Kara and Oliver they all attended.

"I'm sorry for your loss Ollie" Thea said as she stood next to him wearing a Black jacket and held a umbrella since it was raining. "Though I may have not met her I'm sure she was a good person" Thea finished. 29
"Thank you for coming" Oliver replied bending over the gravestone of his one and only daughter.

Clarissa Fairchild Smoak
August 23, 1991- September 8, 2019
A beautiful girl, Filled with life
Remember her legacy

Is what was carved on the smooth patted stone.
"She looks like a darling" Kara said looking at a picture of Clary as a child. Before they all left there was one last thing they all said:

"Hail and farewell, Clarissa Fairchild Smoak"

In loving memory.