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Italics - unlined = Oliver's Flashbacks

bold italics = Oliver Hallucinating

"My name is Oliver Queen. After five years in hell, I have come home with only one goal: to save my city. Now others have joined my crusade, to them I'm Oliver Queen. To the rest of Starling city, I am someone else. I am... something else."

Previously on Arrow: Good to see your awake kid." Distorinted from the pain that was still ravaging through my body, I could bearly make out Slade's form as he came near me. "Now the fun can begin." "What the hell are you talking about?" I managed weakly. "You'll see soon kid, and so will your friends." A shaky breath escaped my throat as I braced myself for the pain that was to come.

It was a cold day, and not a cloud was seen in the sky for miles. I heaved a sigh as I walked behind my father though the cemetary. "Oliver, why don't you go and see how Tommy's doing?" My father said to me as he looked over at me. "I'm going to have a talk with Malcolm alright?" I nodded and slowly made my way over toward Tommy. "It'll be okay Tommy." I said softly, unsure of what to really say. "She's in a better place now." "It's not good enough Ollie," Tommy said as his blue eyes turned toward me. "I need her here with me. Her place is with me and dad." I nodded slowly and gave him a hug. "I understand." I said softly. "If you ever need to talk, you know I'm always here for you." I saw Tommy's face light up slightly as he smiled. "Thanks Ollie."

My mind drifted out of the memory, and I knew I had to find some way to get out of this. I wasn't going to lose anyone else. Despite the pain that was still ravaging through my body, due to my injuries, I knew that I had to figure out something before it was too late. Suddenly a flash of bright white light was shot at my face, nearly blinding me. Gimacing in pain and trying to shield my eyes from the light, I could see Malcolm now walking toward me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked with a hiss of pain. "Do you have some sort of a grudge against me too?" "I'm not the one you should be worrying about Oliver."

I looked over at Malcolm again, and asked, "What do you mean your not the only one I should be worrying about?" "I'm not the enemy Oliver." "The hell your not." I growled in both pain and anger. "Your a murderer." "And your no different then me," Malcolm spat out with anger rising in his voice. "Your a murderer too Oliver." "Not anymore." I said as a pang of guilt shot through me. "Not since Tommy's death. I'm not the same killer that I used to be anymore."

Malcolm gave me one last glance, and immediatly I could see the hurt fill up in his eyes. Tommy was his only son, and even now as I looked into his hurtful eyes at the mention of Tommy's name, a surge of anger flowed through me like a raging sea. "Don't give me that pittiful look." I said softly trying to keep the anger out of my voice as I kept it low so only Malcolm could hear me. "You never gave a damn about Tommy and now your feeling sorry for yourself because he's dead? Pathetic." A shot full of pain ran through me as Malcolm punched me hard across the face, and my vision immediatly went blurry for a split second. "How dare you say that about my son." He spat angrily as my vision slowly returned to normal. "I gave everything up for Tommy when his mother died." "You left him alone." I growled in anger. "I left to protect him." Malcolm replied back with a growl. "My family and I looked after him. We made sure that he had someone that would be there for him." I said. "Why weren't you?"

"What do you plan on doing with me? Killing me in front of everyone? Is that your plan, huh Slade?" "Killng you would be too easy kid." He replied as he held his sword up to my neck. I flinched as he gently ran it down my chest and stomach, while slightly piercing my skin at the same time. "No, I plan on making you suffer, the same way you made me suffer. The look of seeing every last person you care about as the draw their final breath, that is what will kill you. Your mother was just the tip of the iceberg Oliver. Who is next that will be your decision."

"The past is in the past Slade." I growled in anger. "Let it go, Shado's death was not my fault, it was Anthony Ivo's. He's the one that pulled the trigger on her." "And yet you were the one who made that descision because you cared more for Sara then you did for her!" Slade yelled out in anger as he looked over at Malcolm and once again the sound of the whip snapped in the air as it crashed down on my back. I squinted in pain and held back a cry of pain as sharp thorns dug into my skin. "You may not be the one that pulled the trigger kid, but you might as well have been." Slade said softly, as the cracking sound of the whip echoed again, and into my skin again, this time piercing my injured side, which I couldn't ignore as I let out a scream of agony.

"Let's see how long it takes for you to break kid." Slade replied softly gently piercing the blade into my shoulder blade, which caused me to cry out, as the whip pierced my body again. The torture went on over and over. Back and forth from blade to whip. How long it lasted for, I really didn't have much of a clue, but one thing I was certain of, was that I was tortured at least twenty two times, before they finally gave up and stopped. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard Slade's voice gently whisper, "It's over kid."


Chapter 4 - Broken Arrow

{Oliver's POV}

{Flashback - Twenty-One years ago}

"Ollie, come on! Let's go!" "Tommy, wait!" I called as I ran after him. "Don't go so fast!" Tommy laughed in his Little John costume as he taunted, "What? Did I just hear that Little John is actually winning against Robin Hood?" "In your dreams." I replied with a laugh. "Robin Hood's the best. When I grow up, I'm going to be just like him, and help save people just like he did."

I moaned in pain as I drifted out of the flashback and back to reality. I don't how long I had been chained up, or how many times I had passed out from the pain, but I didn't care. All I could think about at that moment, was getting back to my sister, and saving what was left of my family and my City. "You'll never win, you know." I suddenly heard a voice speaking to me, and as I turned toward the voice, I was sure at that exact moment that I was hallucinating. It was me as the Arrow. How is this possible? I thought. What the hell is happening to me? "Sooner or later, you'll have to make a choice." He said as he walked over toward me. "Keep being the way you are, weak. Defeated. Or become strong again, by becoming the killer that you hold inside."

"I'm not that person anymore." I managed weakly. "Why not?" He taunted. "Didn't you once say that you wanted to become like Robin Hood when you were a child? To make a difference? Help save people?" "Robin Hood never killed any innocent people!" I shouted as a fury of anger overtook me. The Arrow laughed as he tugged on the chains that held my arms up and I held back a cry of pain. "Innocent people? You honestly think that the people you killed were innocent?" "Tommy was innocent, as was my mother, my father, and Sara." I replied. "None of them deserved to die, and because of their deaths, that is something that I have to live with for the rest of my life."

"What about Malcolm Merlyn?" The Arrow asked. "Don't you want him dead for what he put your family through? For what he did to Tommy by abandoning him?" I didn't answer. Then again, what was I going to say? I was staring at myself as the Arrow. He tugged on the chains again that held my arms up and once again I held back a cry of pain. "Talk about pathetic. You can't even fight back now. No wonder you became such a weakling." He said with a serious tone. "You can't even fight against yourself. What are you going to do if the city somehow discovers your identity? Me?" "What's the matter? Not going to answer?" He asked mockingly.

Suddenly I heard a door opening, and as I turned my head toward the sound, I saw Slade walking into the room, followed by Malcolm. "Oh shit." I mumbled softly to myself. "Well, guess your a lot tougher then I originally thought kid." Said Slade as I heard him walking closer toward me. "Guess we're going to have put the torture on a much higher scale now." I was about to respond, when suddenly a familliar voice called out to me. "I didn't have to give up my life for you you know." I turned toward the voice, and felt my heart stop beating for an instant. "Dad?" "Maybe I should've done the whole world a favor by killing you instead. Shooting your god-damn brains out instead of mine." A cold shiver ran down my spine as I thought back to that day, where I had whitnessed my father shooting himself, before I had landed on Lian Yu.

"You just had to go out and be the big bad hero didn't you Ollie?" "No." I mumbled to myself weakly as I reconized the next voice speaking to me, which of course was my best friend Tommy. He was wearing the same outfit he had died in, with the steele bar still lodged in his stomach. "Maybe the world would be better off without you around." He continued. " I'm sure Thea could get along fine without you." "Tommy," I mumbled in a weakened voice. "Don't...Please..." I waited and braced myself for the pain that was to come, and when nothing happened, I slowly opened my eyes to now see my mother standing before me, still wearing the same outfit she wore when she died, and blood still pouring out of her chest from the stab wound.

"No." I begged. "Please not again." "Why didn't you save me Oliver?" She asked with a hint of disdain in her voice. "Some hero you are. You just did nothing as Slade killed me. Do you have any idea what it feels like to have a cold steele blade cut through you like that?" "Please." I begged. "Not this." "Then let me show you." I watched as mom took out Slade's blade, the one that he had killed her with, which was still covered in her blood. "You're not a hero Oliver." She said coldly, "And you are certaintly not my son." I cried out in pain as the blade pierced my chest, and for a second, I couldn't breathe.

Sharp waves of agony shot through me with each breathe I took. I had felt pain before, but not like this. It was both physical pain as well as emotional pain at the same time. Was this really what my friends and family thought of me? Was I really a faliure? Suddenly my mind drifted towards Felicity, Diggle, Roy, Laurel, and Thea. The ones I cared about that were still alive. If they were here, I knew what they would say to me.

"Don't give up Oliver."

"You're not a faliure, you're a hero."

"You can beat this."

As I looked down expecting to see Slade's sword sticking out of my chest, I realized there was nothing there. The pain was still there, but there was no sign of a wound anywhere. "How dare you do this Oliver!" I heard Sara's voice, and once again felt a cold shiver run down my spine. She was still in her Black Canary outfit, but with arrows lodged in her chest, and a bleeding gash running down the side of her head. "How could you just let me die like that?!" She screamed at me, as she wacked me in the face. "Sara, I'm sorry." I said softly. "I didn't mean for this to happen to you." "Now I know why I always hated you Oliver." She said with a hint of anger as she hit me across the face again. I coughed and could immediatly taste blood in my mouth as I tried to speak. "Sara, please stop." I begged. "Oh, now you want to apologise huh? for letting me die?! and for letting Laurel take my place?!" Another shot of pain to the head nearly knocked me unconcious. What was I going to say now? It was the truth. I had been there, then I could've saved Sara. Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of darkness threatened to engulf me as I fought the urge to pass out.

A huge crash nearby shook the facility, nearly causing Malcolm and Slade to fall over. "What the hell?" Slade wondered aloud in anger. "Oh, sorry. Did We just crash your party?" Roy asked with a sarcastic laugh. "Get them!" Slade shouted angrily as Malcolm moved in for the attack. Roy fied a few arrows at Malcolm, which was of no use. "Going to have to try harder then that kid." Malcolm taunted. "Dig, Get Oliver!" Roy ordered as he fought off against Malcolm. Once the fight was over, and They managed to get to Oliver, Diggle made a shocking discovery. "Did you get him?" came Felicity's voice over the headset around Diggle's head. "What is it?" Roy asked softly, pulling back his red hood. "What's wrong?" "Diggle?" Felicity sounded worried now, obvious by the lack of silence. "Are you guys okay? What happened? Did you get Oliver? Somebody answer me!" Diggle checked Oliver's pulse and his heartbeat, and to his complete horror, there was none. "Felicity, Oliver's not breathing!"

TOO BE CONTINUED...Chapter 5 coming soon. Wil Oliver survive? Stay tuned to find out. Ra's Al Ghul makes his appearance in the next chapter. What does he have planned for Oliver?