Olicity: My Everything (completed)

Oliver had fallen asleep holding Felicity in his arms, in a protective kind of way. He loved feeling so close to her. He fell asleep thinking of her. Every little thing she did was magic. Her little 3, 2, 1's after she said something that sounded dirty, or how she would ramble and babble and get off-topic so easily. How she would smile every time he put his hand on her shoulder or how his eyes would linger on her when she wasn't looking. The way she said his name or how she saved Starling City from behind her computer, never asking for credit. How she was the smartest person he had ever met, including all the big CEO's of Fortune 500 companies. He was the luckiest man in the world. His sleep next to her was peaceful, relaxing even.

That was until he was awaken by Felicity high pitched screams.
"Ahhhhhh, help me!!! Oliver!!! Ahhh!!!!" He jolted awake, eyes wide open, instantaneous grabbing the knife he kept under his pillow at night. A tall man, maybe 6 feet high, with a black shirt, pants, and robber mask snatched Felicity from his arms. Anger Oliver had never felt before rised to the surface as he jumped out of bed quickly and ran at the mysterious man ready to fight. He was exhausted from the night before, but his adrenaline made him move so fast, in a flash. Rage he had never experienced could be seen in his eyes. He had made a promise before, to never kill another person to honor Tommy's memory. But that rule never applied with felicity. Felicity wasn't just an IT girl. She was everything that had ever meant anything to Oliver, and he was not prepared to lose that. He was more than prepared, however, to kill this man because nobody touches a hair on HIS Felicity's head without consequences. He sprinted ready to stab the man trying to take her away. That was until an accomplice he hadn't seen out of his groggy eyes came out of nowhere and a needle found its way into Oliver's neck as he collapsed to the floor. His vision instantly became blurry, but he watched the love of his life being dragged away as she struggled and screamed for him. He looked up trying to see who it was putting his love in pain. But between his tears and the drug, all Oliver could see is the brown almost black hair peeking out underneath the robbers mask. And all he could hear was the sound of the painful noise of Felicity's whimpering. Her pain was his pain, but so much worse. He couldn't bear to see her like that. What was happening. Where was this man going to take her? Why couldn't I protect her? He tried to get up, to save her, but it was no use. What ever had gotten into his blood stream had made him weak. He couldn't move his hands or feet, nonetheless get up and fight. Then with a thud his head hit the ground, and his vision went dark.