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Chapter 1: Guilt

{Roy's POV}

As I left the Arrowcave, I stopped as I saw Felicity and Diggle walking in toward Oliver. I hid behind a wall, and listened in on the conversation, not that it was none of my business or anything, but yet something inside me told me that I had to. "Oliver, this may be for the best." Diggle was saying, with a hint of anger in his voice. "This whole crusade is about justice right? Saving people?" Oliver slowly nodded in response, "So?" was all he could reply. "What about Sara?" Diggle went on. "What about getting justice for her?" At that moment I felt a pang of sadness rush through me. Although Sara and I weren't the best of friends, and even though we didn't always get along, finding out that she had been murdered wasn't easy. "Are you suggesting that I cut ties with Roy?" Oliver said in an angry voice. "If that's what it takes to get justice for Sara, then yes that's exactly what I'm saying." Diggle said softly.

"What if we're wrong?" Oliver said slowly. "What if he didn't kill Sara?" "Oliver, you heard what Felicity said," Diggle began before Oliver cut him off. "And she said the test on Roy's blood was inconclusive." He said angrily. "Just because the tests are inconclusive Oliver, it doesn't mean that it's still not possible." Felicity said softly, speaking up between the two. Oliver threw his hands up in frustration. "Then run the test again until they become conclusive." Oliver said trying to keep his anger in control. "I believe in Roy, and I know he didn't do it. He's not Sara's killer." "We don't know that Oliver," said Diggle. "Just because we cured him of the mirakuru, doesn't mean that there's still any traces of it left in his blood, and if that's true, if he does somehow still have traces of it, then what does that say for Slade?"

My mind suddenly flashed back toward Slade. The guy who started all this just because of his grudge against Oliver. He had me kidnapped, injected me with the mirakuru, then used the mirakuru within my blood to enhance the others he planned to use for his super powered army. What if Diggle's right? I thought. What if I really did kill Sara? I mean I killed an innocent cop last year, although I have no recollection of it. So I really was a murderer. Suddenly an overwhelming wave of guilt flowed within me, and I left. I hitched ride back to my house in the glades, and immediately began packing a suitcase. "This is crazy." I said aloud. "I thought I was cured of the damn drug. Maybe it would be best if I got away from Starling City for a while."

I found an abandoned car parked down the street about two miles from my house, and immediately got inside. Most of the people living in the glades had fled after the incident a year ago, when Malcolm Merlyn had tried to blow the place up for his own twisted deeds. For what the reasons were, I would never know, but at that moment I didn't care about that. All I cared about now was getting as far away from the city as I could. I reached the Starling City Boarder and kept on going. Why wouldn't Oliver tell me about the cop I killed? I wondered as the memory suddenly flashed through my mind. I get that he was trying to protect me, but I didn't need protection. I was strong enough to handle things by myself, I was like this before the mirakuru, and I knew I could still be that way, without it.

I kept on driving for what seemed like hours, seeing no other cars along the street for hundreds of miles, that is until I passed by a blue jeep which nearly swerved into me. "Shit!" I cried out as I suddenly lost control of the truck as it sped off the road and down a deep hill. The next thing I remembered before I blacked out was seeing a tree heading toward me.

When I woke up next, I heard someone near me, calling out a name that wasn't mine. It was a voice I didn't recognize, yet they were calling out the name Jackson. "Got the wrong guy." I muttered weakly as I slowly opened up my eyes. Immediately I saw two teenage boys and a nurse staring down at me. "Well he certainly does look like Jackson." The nurse said turning to one of the boy's with dark brown hair. "My name's Roy." I said softly trying to sit up, but the nurse held me down gently. "You need to rest." She said softly. "You're lucky to be alive." "My name's Roy Harper," I said taking in as deep of a breath as I could. "I'm from Starling City." "Starling City?" The nurse repeated it like a question, as she looked at me from a chart she held in her hands. "How did you end up here in Beacon Hills?" She asked raising an eyebrow of suspicion. All of a sudden, I felt like I couldn't breathe, as unwelcomed images suddenly flashed through my mind. It was images I didn't recognize beginning to form inside my head. It was as if I seeing memories that weren't my own, but of someone else's.


I saw a blonde haired women lying down on an operating table dead. Her eyes were closed as if she was in a deep sleep and several doctors and nurses were operating on her. There was blood everywhere. So much blood that I tried to pull myself away from the memory but yet somehow my mind wouldn't let me. What the hell is this? I thought. Whose memories am I seeing? "Doctor, we're losing her." I heard a nurse say. "Her life support is failing, it's no use." "No!" The head doctor cried out as he continued to work on the dead women. "I will not lose two lives." Two lives? I thought as the doctor finally pulled out a bloody lifeless infant from the women's stomach, and I felt my heart skip a beat of terror.

It seemed like agony as the doctor handed the infant off to a team of other nurses who whisked the infant away out of the O.R. Just as I saw the head doctor beginning to sew the women up, I saw his green eyes flash with surprise. "Doctor? what is it?" asked another nurse with brown hair. "There's something else here." I heard him mutter. "Another child?" the same nurse asked again. The doctor slowly nodded his head. "I think so, but there seems to be a problem." "What sort of problem doctor?"

"The child appears to be stuck clinging to the mother's rib cage near her heart." The doctor said softly. "It could be deceased." "Do what you can doctor, and I'll go notify the people of child services of the child that has been safely delivered." The nurse said as she left the room. It seemed like forever, as the doctor struggled to pry the child away from the deceased women, but to no avail. Finally, just as the clock struck midnight, there was a sickening crunch as I saw the women's dead lifeless body suddenly twitch and jerk slightly as if somehow indicating that she was still alive before going limp again, and a swirl of blood went flying everywhere. The doctor smiled as he pulled the bloody lifeless infant from the women just as another nurse walked in, this one with bright red hair.

"A success doctor?" She asked as the doctor handed the infant off to her. "It was quite a struggle Jenny." He said as he finally began sewing up the dead women. "I'll tell you, that kid's got quite a strong grip on him." "Another boy?" She asked as the doctor nodded. "Time of birth for the first child was 11:56pm, and the second child was at 12:02am." The doctor reported as the nurse nodded. "I'll get this little guy into the infirmary right away sir." She nodded as she left the room.

Once the doctor had finished sewing up the deceased women, he chuckled lightly he pulled his face mask down from his nose and mouth and I saw his green eyes suddenly flash to a startling blue. "Poor Margret." He said with a slight chuckle. "If only the Mirakuru had worked on you. It could've saved you. Like It had for me." Just then the door of the O.R. opened, and the first nurse with brown hair walked in. "Dr. Ivo, the adoptive family wishes to see you about the health of the children." Ivo? I thought as I felt a surge of fear flow through me, and when I snapped out of it, I found myself back in the present.


I blinked my eyes a few times before realizing that the same two boys and the dark haired nurse who had introduced herself as Melissa McCall were both looking at me concerned. "Are you okay?" the nurse asked kindly. "You sort of faded out for a second there." "Sorry," I muttered shaking my head to try to relieve some of the memories that still stayed with me. The dead women's body especially was the one thing I couldn't get out of my head. Was it possible that maybe those memories came from me? I thought before shaking my head. Why am I thinking like that? I've never seen that women before in my life, and yet why does it feel like I know her from somewhere before?

Then I suddenly remembered Ivo's words as he pulled the other baby from the women's stomach. "I'll tell you, that kid's got quite a strong grip on him." How the hell was this possible? I thought worried. Oliver said that Ivo was dead. Was it possible that he wasn't? that somehow he was injected with the mirakuru and was brought back to life? If that was the case, I had to know for sure. I had to confront him to find out some answers.

Too be continued…Chapter 2 coming soon. Hope you all liked it so far. Please review on what you opinion is, but if anyone has anything mean to say, then please do not review. Please keep all negative commets to yourself.