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Oliver hadn't wanted to end things with Laurel, but in his heart he knew that it was for the best. It was his fault that Tommy was dead. If he'd gotten there sooner.... If he hadn't stopped.... Some many if's that he was drowning in them. So he'd done what needed to be done and Laurel would be safe now.
He needed to take his frustration out so he returned to the Glades. It was the most obvious choice of place to go. He pulled up on his motorcycle and got off, pulling off the helmet. He started to take a walk around when he heard a woman screaming and he ran in that direction. She was surrounded by three men. "Hey!" he called out to them. They turned to look at him and the woman took the opportunity to flee. Oliver stood his ground as they approached him.
"Well, if it isn't Oliver Queen," one of them said. They circled around him and one of them went to take a swing at him. He dodged it. The rest of the fight was a blur to him but soon he was standing over the three men, his fists bleeding and all three men were laying on the ground, dead.
He looked down at them, and then at his fists. He's killed them. He'd actually killed them. He took a step back.
And to think, Laurel had actually wanted to be with him. Her father was right. He was a killer. He turned to head back to his motorcycle. He needed to leave. He needed to get far away from Starling City.
He needed to take his frustration out so he returned to the Glades. It was the most obvious choice of place to go. He pulled up on his motorcycle and got off, pulling off the helmet. He started to take a walk around when he heard a woman screaming and he ran in that direction. She was surrounded by three men. "Hey!" he called out to them. They turned to look at him and the woman took the opportunity to flee. Oliver stood his ground as they approached him.
"Well, if it isn't Oliver Queen," one of them said. They circled around him and one of them went to take a swing at him. He dodged it. The rest of the fight was a blur to him but soon he was standing over the three men, his fists bleeding and all three men were laying on the ground, dead.
He looked down at them, and then at his fists. He's killed them. He'd actually killed them. He took a step back.
And to think, Laurel had actually wanted to be with him. Her father was right. He was a killer. He turned to head back to his motorcycle. He needed to leave. He needed to get far away from Starling City.