Arrow The Cat and the Canary

She opened her eyes, standing in an alley, she couldn't quite place at first. She looked around herself, seeing a fire escape behind her, and a chain link fence. The night was calm and unmoving. The night sky was bright, full of stars and a beautiful full moon. She began to move forward, before hearing the distant sound of arrows being shot. She looked up to the rooftop of the building she stood beside. She watched in sheer horror as a blonde in black leather fell off the ledge, landing hard against a dumpster and rolling onto the ground, cracking her skull against the hard cement and seeing a mask fall beside the woman. She rushed forward, crying out.
"Sara! No! No!" She screamed, picking her sisters body up off of the floor as she pulled her in to her. Three black arrows took out of her sisters chest, blood spilling out of the back of her head. Laurel cried out, willing her sister to come back to her. Tears streamed down her face. She felt her heart ripped out of her chest as her sister failed to respond to her. She had only got Sara back after years of losing her to the League of Assassins after the Queen's gambit sank off the coast of Lian Yu. She had only gotten back to being used to having a figure and finished healing the wounds caused from losing her sister for the first time. Now she was gone again, murdered in cold blood and left to die alone. Laurel gently closed her sisters eyes, hoping that she would at least be able to rest in peace. She began to panic, as her sister began to disappear before her. Sara's body began to turn into wisps of smoke, floating into the sky, out of Laurels reach, vanishing as it rose higher and higher into the night sky. Laurel got to her feel, watching in shock as this happened, looking around and realising that the walls of the buildings around her began to disappear too, all beginning to turn to smoke and rise away form her, along with the fire escape, dumpster and fence. It all vanished until she was left alone in the dark.

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Laurel stood alone in the dark for what felt like an eternity, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to think, just existing. The space around her began to colour, like ink spreading on a sheet of paper. The wall panels around her were glowing a bright white. Some of them had accents of bright green illuminating the stainless steel tables around her. Surprised by the sudden change of scenery, Laurel instinctively took a step backward, bumping into the hard metal of the elevator door. She jumped forward in fright, walking towards the centre console, seeing a large pile of something she couldn't make out laying in the middle. She climbed the steps up to the platform, crouching down to see what was laying in the middle of the floor. Reaching a trembling hand out, she rolled it over, falling backwards in shock as she looked at the corpse of Felicity Smoak. Her neck was a dark blue, purple colour from a pair of strong hands that had choked he rot death. Her eyes were still wide open. Filled with fear. Felicity had looked into the eye of the person who had killed her, struggling to keep breathing as the air was choked out of her lungs. Laurel got to her feet, running over to the elevator, pressing the 'up' button rapidly, begging the doors to open so that she could go find Oliver, but it was pointless. The doors remained shut. From around the corner she heard the sound of a woman cry out in pain followed by the deep grunt of a man. Laurel tip-toed around to see who it was coming from. She saw Thea lying on the ground, arms spread out and face down on the floor. Laurel got to her knees, gently placing her hands on her neck and checking for a pulse. She couldn't find any. Laurel shuddered in fear. What was happening? She moved a bit further into the Bunker, finding John Diggle on the ground. He was in a similar position to Thea, sprawled out on his chest, lifeless. She couldn't find a pulse on him either. She began to hyperventilate, unable to catch her breath. She scrambled backwards until her back hit against the wall and she buried her head in her hands, shaking all over. What would she do? Her team was gone, her sister dead. From the middle of the Bunker, she heard the mechanical sound of the elevator doors opening. She got to her feet, racing around to see who was there. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her father standing in front of her, Oliver Queen beside him. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him as tight as she could.
"Laurel, baby, hey. Whats up sweetheart?" He said, his voice low and rough. He hugged her back, comforting her, putting her at ease. She let go and looked up to his face, tears beginning to fill her eyes. "Laurel, what is it?" She heard his voice begin to fill with worry, wanting to know what was upsetting her so much.
"Felicity... and Thea...and Digg. They're all dead, Dad." She spluttered out amidst sobs. Shock flooded Quentin's face. Oliver raced over to the centre console, picking Felicity's body up into his arms and crying out.
"Nooooo!" Laurel gasp at the sound of Olivers shout, knowing the pain he felt, wishing she could take it away for him if she could, but knowing that it was pain he had to bare. Pain she had bared and was still baring. She knew that it was something he would ever be able to fully move past, but she also knew that it was pain he had and was still experiencing. She had seen him lose so much and so many people over the years: his father, Tommy, his mother, Sara and so many more. Now Felicity, Thea and John were gone. All either of them had now were the people who stood in the Bunker, heartbroken and alone, but together.
They stayed in silence for a long while, each lost to their own thoughts, unsure what to do or what to say, if there was anything they could do or say. Their quiet thoughts were interrupted by echoing footsteps erupting from the back of the Bunker. The three of them turned to see who it was. Quentin reached for the gun he had had holstered on his hip, taking it out and aiming it straight. Laurel crept over to the small arsenal they kept there, taking up one of the wooden bokkens and readying herself for whoever it was. Oliver gently lay Felicity's body back down on the ground and clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. From the shadows across from them, they all watched in shock as Damien Darkh emerged from the darkness, his hands in his pockets as though it were a causal event. He gave the all a bright grin. Oliver growled in anger, realising that he was the one who did this to his sister, best friend and the woman he loved. Oliver ran forward, ready to attack him, wanting to hurt him. Darkh's hand whipped out his pocket, flinging a silver blade at Oliver so fast that it flew in a metallic blur and implanting itself into Olivers chest, directly into his heart. Oliver collapsed to the ground. Laurel screamed in shock, racing across to the room to where Oliver's body lay. She cupped his face in her hands.
"Oliver! Oliver talk to me! You're going to be okay!" She cried, shaking him, trying to keep him awake. She watched through tears as his eyes rolled back in his head.
"No... Oliver, please no...." She begged him, willing him to come back to her. She lay his head gently down, closing his eyes. She looked behind her to see her father taking steps towards Darkh, his gun aimed directly for his chest.
"You sick bastard." He said gruffly. "You're going to pay for that." She watched in slow motion as her father pulled the trigger on his gun, sending a bullet rocketing through the air. Darkh simply just help up a flat palm in front of where the bullet would have hit him and stopped it mid air. It floated in the air.
"Wrong move." He said maliciously, giving Quentin a smug smile and pointing a single finger at Quentin's chest. The bullet turned on the spot in the air and flew directly into Quentin's chest. The bullet hit him, causing him to fall backwards clutching at his chest as he hit the ground. Laurel to her feet and ran over to him, adding pressure to the entry wound.
"Dad... Dad! No!" She felt her throat begin to choke up, unable to breathe properly. Her heart pounded, her breath becoming ragged and unstable. Her mind became clouded, so many thoughts racing through it at once, unable to focus on any one single one. She had just lost everything in a matter of seconds. Her friends, her father, her sister. She had nothing left. She looked up at Damian Darkh from where she knelt, frozen in place. He began to stride slowly towards her, filling the room with the sound of his vicious laughter. He stood over her fathers body, looking down at her. All she could will herself to do was look him in the eye and ask:
"Why?"
In response, he chuckled and planted a solid fist into her temple, sending her into an abyss of darkness, alone.

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Gasping desperately for air, her eyes burst open, ice cold air filling her lungs. She looked around her, wondering where she was. She was no longer in the Bunker, no longer surrounded by the dead bodies of her friends and father. Now she stood outside, surrounded by large shipping containers, behind her stood a large stone building a small door to which stood ajar. The night was lit up by the stars and a half moon shining down on her. She was physically pulled back to reality by the hand holding hers. He pulled her along, her legs struggling to keep up. She looked at the hand in hers it's grasp strong, its skin smooth and dark. She looked up along to the owners face, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Luke gave her a quick smile back, so full of life and joy and adventure. He was gorgeous, she thought, not being able to help but smile. The two of them came to an abrupt stop, and the smiles soon vanished when they saw Damian Darkh standing before them. Laurel suddenly realised what was going to happen. She tried to scream, to tell Luke to run, to use her Canary Cry, to stop her heart from breaking again and save him. But she couldn't she was frozen. Instead she watched in agony, unable to blink as the knife flew through the air in a flash of silver and implanted itself into his chest. She cried out in sorrow, pawing at his lifeless body. Everything around her faded to black. It was just the two of them there, alone. She wept silently, feeling so raw and heartbroken. Her tears trailed down her face, cascading onto the dark leather of his costume. She closed her eyes, willing herself to be back in the courtroom, back in reality instead of stuck in the prison of her mind, trapped alongside her deepest fears and worst nightmares. In a cage with her demons and no way to freedom. She was in her own personal hell. She felt the weight of his head in her hands ease though, opening her eyes to see Luke get to his feet, knife still protruding from his chest. He looked at her, kneeling on the ground, with disgust.
"You!" He screamed at her, anger and agony encapsulating the words as he spat them out. "This is your fault! You did this." Her heart shattered and her tears streamed as he told her this. She lost the ability to get up; her legs, weak from shock and the sadness that coursed through her. She knew he was right.
"It should have been you!" He snarled, pure rage filling his once tender eyes. She couldn't speak, knowing that nothing she said would change the fact that he was right. It should have been her. She repeated it over and over in her mind, wishing she could undo it. Wishing she could trade places with him. He took a step closer to her, slowly reaching his hand up and wrapping it around the handle of the knife. Agonisingly, he tore it out of his chest, crimson blood dripping off of it and into the abyss of onyx that surrounded them. He studied the knife, turning it over in his hand, examining it, before setting his unblinking eyes on Laurel. The look in his eyes turned from rage, to maliciousness. He pulled his arm back before thrusting the knife into her chest.

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Gasping for air she shot up in the bed, sweat dripping from her forehead. White surrounded her, as she looked at the starkly decorated room. Monitors beside her beeped showing her heart beating slightly elevated. Panting, she turned to see the look of worry that rested on Oliver and her fathers faces as the sat beside her hospital bed, startled by her sudden awakening. Her father rose, grabbing her hand and looking into her eyes.
"Laurel, baby, you're okay. We're here." He told her, speaking softly to calm her.
"Where am I? What happened?" She asked, her tone erratic and panicked.
"You're in the hospital sweetheart. You were drugged with some fear thingy by Darkh in the courthouse but you're okay."
"Luke!" She said, suddenly remembering the hallucinations she had had. "I killed Luke. Its my fault he's dead." She said, throwing her arms around Quentin's neck and sobbing into his chest. "It's my fault."