Chapter Five: Deal of the Damned.
"So, what do you think?"
One question, one simple question, one question which should have been considered very insignificant in the grand scheme of things. This question was among the biggest, most pressing questions. Fyers sent someone up here, and he claimed all this time, Fyers knew they were up here. Harry pretty much figured it was a well-calculated bluff on the part of the man.
"Rose, I know what you think," Harry said. "You want us to wait this one out so Slade can come up here. You want him up here so you can get your revenge on him, don't you?"
Rose turned a fraction of an inch back, her mouth dropping in almost surprise. "Am I honestly that predictable with what I want?"
"A little bit," Sara said. "But, you have to admit, you've been pretty obsessed with revenge over him. And before you yell at me, and tell me you don't understand, I have a pretty good idea. And it's not going to solve anything."
Rose turned and was about ready to say something. Harry beat her to the punch with one look which ensured she was not going to say a damn word. Harry pretty much had spoken.
"Actually, I don't think you should tell Fyers to shove it," Rose said. "Do you really think he's going to send just Slade up there? No, he's going to send all of the men he has left, and he's going to try and flush us out of the cave. Providing this guy is telling the truth, and just didn't luckily stumble into the cave."
Shado spoke up. "He seems like he had been sent here. And you don't want to assume he's been sent up here."
"What do you think of all of this?" Rose asked Sara.
"Well, if there's a small chance of us getting off of the island, we might as well take it," Sara said. "But, I don't trust Fyers. He might just sabotage our way off of the island and kill us all."
"You've been on this island long enough to develop a healthy amount of paranoia," Rose said. "Can't say, I don't approve of it."
All three girls turned towards the one where they wanted to hear the opinion of the most. Harry didn't say a word. He just walked across the cave.
"Both choices have their negatives," Harry said. "Rose is right. He's not going to just send Slade up here. He's going to make sure the job is clean, and one against four isn't good odds."
"Deathstroke is that good, though, isn't he?" Sara asked.
Rose gave a noncommittal shrug as if trying to figure out the answer to the question. She never really saw Slade in his prime, years ago, which was before he was born. To say he was worse though would be pushing the boundaries beyond what she deemed to be acceptable. She knew Slade was good and he was pretty good.
"We should assume he is," Rose said. "Better to plan for a better enemy, then to think your enemy is worse….he did say something useful to me once after all.'
"He has a point," Harry said.
Rose knew her father had a point every now and again, and she hated that much about it. She paced about the small area around the cave. Every now and then, she looked back at the man who had been sent to the cave. Thanks to Shado putting an arrow through the back of his leg, he wasn't going anywhere. It still didn't appease Rose as much as she would like, to be honest.
"Evil bastards are even allowed to them, I guess," Rose said. "So, what you do think?"
"Didn't you already ask me what I thought."
"And you navigated around the question," Rose said.
"It's like I said," Harry said. "Fyers isn't going to just send Slade up here, and he isn't going to cleanly allow us off of the island. He has reasons for all of us staying here."
"Except for me," Sara said.
"Well, maybe, although he thinks you're working with me," Harry said. "Therefore, that's a good enough reason as any. And I'd apologize for that, but I'm done apologizing for things that aren't my fault."
Sara smiled, healthy attitude to have really. She had her apologies to make for plenty that was her fault when they got off the island. When, not if, because, despite everything, there's a door opened.
A huge clap of thunder and a flash of lightning came by outside. The winds blew outside of the cave, far away from him.
"Fyers and his men won't get to us here, in this story at least," Sara said.
"Are you sure about that?" Rose asked.
Sara shrugged, not completely sure. She watched when Shado made her way over to the men.
"Where's Yao Fei?" Shado asked.
"Fyers will release him once he's sent the message," the captive said, agonized, in way too much pain to be legible. He looked like he was about to swallow his own tongue.
"What message?" Rose asked.
One look at the same crazy woman who beat him up and dragged him in the cave made the prisoner's heart beat faster. It loosened his lips, even more, to see her standing side by side with the woman who put an arrow through his knee and prevented him from moving, not he could get that far in this storm.
"I don't know, I think over Fyers and Yao Fei knows," he said. "They've been involved in some pretty shady dealings, Yao Fei wasn't completely against what he was doing, until he knew the particulars. All I know is, Fyers is going to have Yao Fei do the broadcast in five days, and he'll take care of the rest."
"Does that mean taking care of him?" Harry asked.
The man on the ground shifted his weight and didn't say anything. Harry noticed a small miniature radio sticking out of his belt bucket. Harry pulled it out.
"And this was how you're going to contact Fyers, isn't it?" Harry asked. "Does he know you're up here?"
"No, I was going about to, but she attacked me," the man said. "That bitch is crazy."
"Watch your fucking language," Rose said. She pressed down at the man's throat for emphasis.
"I don't think we can radio home with that little thing, and it's not like we're going to get a good enough signal in the storm," Sara said.
Harry nodded. "No, we won't. But we now have a direct line to Fyers. And if he wants to discuss terms, he can discuss them with me."
Fyers worked around the clock. He had all of the information in front of him and ran through the script one more time. Yao Fei sat in the next room, in the cell which his daughter had been put. Fyers didn't even care about the tragic hint of irony.
He kept more careful watch of his men now that the forces had been sliced down. One of them decided not to return. Fyers flipped through the folder, all of the information he would need. And they had the equipment ready. The weapon was almost built as well. Five days from now, they would have to fire, unless of course, his benefactor told him the plan changed yet again.
Fyers kept close to the phone and waited for more information. Despite the high-tech network connecting both him and the phone, the storm might prevent any kind of communication from coming out. Fyers leaned back in the chair and tapped against the table.
The radio on the table crackled to life. Fyers pulled the chair over and tried to adjust the knobs on the radio. The cackling sound continued until there was a clear message.
"Jefferson, did you find him?"
"This isn't Jefferson."
Chills spread through Fyers even though he recovered correctly.
"So, it's you Mr…"
The opportunity for a name had been left out. Fyers waited for the man on the other end of the radio to answer.
"We got one of your men, he brought to us a deal. Was he trying to bluff his way out of getting killed by telling us you would give us passage off of the island?"
"No bluff," Fyers said. "You've caused a lot of trouble, whoever you are. I'm not sure if what you are. You're like no Ghost I've ever encountered before in my life."
"Thanks, but I'm very real."
"The point is, I don't want you on this island a second longer," Fyers said. "I'm going to offer you a way to leave Lian Yu. You don't want to be on it for any longer than you have to. This place has its ways of twisting the sanity of the most well-adjusted of men. And you don't seem to be well-adjusted."
"Don't bother trying to figure out how I think, far smarter men have been driven insane. I want to get to the point, myself, and my companions, and that includes Shado and Rose as well, are going to be given passage off of the island. And, this also includes Shado's father."
A long beat followed with Fyers trying to find a way to twist it.
"Yao Fei is not innocent in this, he came to me willingly," Fyers said. "I believe he's been playing both his country and the group I work for off of each other."
The silence followed for a moment.
"I don't think you quite understand what you're up against. I have power the likes of which you've never seen before. It's just a taste of what I can do out there. I will know if you're lying to me."
"Nothing to gain from lying to you, for deceiving you," Fyers said. "If you want, Yao Fei, I can swear there is no harm to come to him by my hand, regardless of what he's done in the past. And if he wants to leave, after noon tomorrow, I won't stop him from leaving."
The next few seconds had been spent in silence.
"Do we have a deal?" Fyers asked. "I can give you something tangible, something I know you want. Or rather, something one of the members of your team wants above all else."
"I'm listening."
Fyers showed a remarkable amount of paranoia by casting a gaze over his shoulder. The second he was certain the coast had been clear, he returned to the conversation. The man filed away the information on the desk.
"I do not condone a man bringing his own daughter to an island in some attempt to teach her how to be strong. I would never have agreed to what Slade did, had I know. Deathstroke has his uses, but if he had not brought his child to this island, we would not have had this problem."
The unspoken facts of the situation had been talked about.
"So, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, I will hand deliver you Deathstroke, and if she wants to kill him, he can," Fyers said. "Consider it an olive branch. It appears I may have been hasty in capturing you, and I wish to accept it."
"You're working for someone else."
"Ask me no further questions, and I won't waste breath lying to you," Fyers said. "Do we have a deal or not?"
"Deliver us both Slade and the transportation, and I'll consider leaving you be to whatever you're doing. I want to ensure it's not sabotaged."
"I'll have it ready in three days."
"Then, we'll talk again in three days."
The radio signal had gone dead. Fyers leaned back in the chair and reached underneath the table to pull himself a glass of brandy and poured it for himself. A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts.
"Come in."
Fyers hastily shoved the alcohol away. He didn't want his men to think he had anything other than a clear mind when talking to them. In three days, one and another, any inconveniences would be over.
A uniformed man arrived, and Fyers knew an instant it wasn't one of his. He had come a long way to send this message, and Fyers pushed a chair out for the uniformed gentleman. He took it without any arguments.
"The timetable has been moved up one more time, and the Director wants to ensure you're ready for three days from now."
Fyers raised an eyebrow but recovered very quickly. "Three days from now? The flight is happening three days from now."
"Yes," the man responded. The worn nature of the man was visible. "I trust that isn't going to be a problem."
Embers burned from the fire, and he really could use another drink of the alcohol stored underneath his desk now. The man put a hand underneath his chin and rubbed the underside before responding with a head shake.
"No, it's not going to be a problem," Fyers said. "Three days, everything will be done in three days from now."
Everything would be over in three days. Fyers had to move quickly, and find out the answers which taunted him.
A very mild, but very prominent, rat-a-tat-tat type sound echoed over Oliver Queen's head from wherever he was. It sure beat those screams of horror he heard. Sometimes they came from his neighbor across the way. Other times, they came from elsewhere.
His cell mate had not been the very talkative sort unless Oliver engaged him. He spent most of the day playing his harmonica, and looking out across the cell, towards their neighbor. The screams were without meaning, without words, but Oliver could almost tell they were a cry for someone to end the misery which never ended.
"How long have you been in this place….wherever this place is?"
The southern gentleman put away his harmonica and gave a wistful sigh. "The passage of time has very little time to the damned. Days, months, years, they all eventually become one never lasting torment, until you realize it is eternal. Until you no long fear to die and going to hell, because you've already been there."
Oliver honestly wished he didn't ask.
"We all have been put on this ship for a purpose," the southern gentleman said. "I do not wish to shield you from what is going on. You are merely a child, barely more than a boy."
No one could dispute it, no matter how demeaning it was. Oliver swallowed the lump in his throat, and dryness in his mouth more obvious now than ever before.
"Therefore, you are more vulnerable than most of us are down here. It's only matter of not if they have a use for you, it's when they have a use for you."
Oliver couldn't argue about the fact this man knew anything because he knew more than most did in this particular position. A shiver came down his body.
"All you can do is wait until it's time for your judgment," he said. "If you're fortunate, you will die on this ship. If you're not, you will remain a prisoner for the rest of your life."
One gaze over towards the man in the bandages showed Oliver his potential fate. He refused to give up, despite the fact the situation remained hopeless.
"People are looking for me."
"Perhaps, but eventually life goes on," the preacher said. "Once they have come to terms with the fact you're gone, they will have moved with your lives. And you will accept your fate. You aren't the first man coming on this ship hopeful, but those who have hope are the ones who get the crushed the easily."
The preacher shifted a glass of water into Oliver's hand. Oliver didn't ask where he had received it. All he knew is he was grateful.
"Don't thank me," he warned Oliver. "You will beg for me not to keep you alive. But, until judgment has passed, alive you will remain."
Oliver took the water. It was hot and didn't have the best taste in the world. Yet, it sure beat dying of thirst.
The rat-a-tat-tat sound above him finally stopped and everything had grown silent. Oliver closed his eyes and suddenly, the door upstairs opened up. Everyone in every cell went dead silent. It was so silent Oliver thought he had gone deaf. Even the man who was screaming in agony shut up.
A large imposing gentleman made his way down the hallway.
"Sleep."
The preacher's words were both a command and warning. Oliver remained awake, which was a mistake. The gentleman stepped. He was a man who had scars all over his hands with dark skin. He wore clothing stained in blood, human looking blood.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
The door creaked open, and Oliver realized the man was now inside the cell. His cellmate slept on.
"You were picked up," he said. "There's a reason why you're here….you're not like the other prisoners."
"No, it's a mistake, you have to let me go. I have money. I can pay you."
The large gentleman picked up Oliver by the scruff of the neck and hurled him out of the cell onto the ground. Some only glimpsed for a minute at the spectacle before dropping down on the ground.
"You don't understand the rules of this ship."
"So, I'm on a ship."
Whack, wrong thing for Oliver to say. He could feel a blunt force trauma coming down on the side of his head. Oliver laid on the ground, the taste of maggots in his mouth when the larger gentleman drilled him down onto the ground. The gentleman in question pushed him down onto the ground.
"And you don't understand how you have no money on this ship. You have nothing. You're nothing other than a number, and you better hope your number doesn't get called."
The man picked up Oliver and pressed his face against the cell. Oliver caught a close look of the man's bandaged face and dropped down onto the ground.
"If you haven't returned to your cell before I'm back, then there will be problems. Is it understood?"
Oliver wiped a droplet of blood off from the side of his mouth. He understood, even though he didn't really like it. Several eyes turned away from Oliver as if fearing him.
The sound of one of the cell doors opening. A man trembled, but he did not say anything. He resembled a man who lost all hope.
Oliver dragged himself back inside the cell, not able to run any further. His cell mate sat up in bed.
"Thanks for the help."
"I would not have helped you, I would have made your beating worse," he responded. "You don't understand much about this damnation because you've had a life of privilege. You still think someone is going to make it feel alright, don't you."
Oliver coughed, with a tiny bit of blood dribbling out of his mouth. Another guard made his rounds, and this time, Oliver remained put.
"Is your name Oliver Queen?"
"What if it is?"
"It is," the guard responded. "The Professor wants to speak with you. You may be able to assist him with something...I guess today's your lucky day, kid."
Oliver oddly didn't feel lucky. He felt like his chest and sternum had been trampled thanks to his little encounter with that large man. He left the cell, staggering. If there was any chance to get out of here, Oliver was going to take it.
"You've met the Butcher," the guard said. "Don't worry about him, he likes to run a tight ship. If the Professor has taken an interest in you, you're safe, for now."
"How do you know I'm…"
"Patience all will be revealed," the guard said. "And news travels fast. Stand straight; don't make eye contact with anyone on the way. You don't want to get attached to them."
Harry didn't make the radio message in the cave because he wasn't going to run the risk Fyers was going to track him. He returned from the long walk through the pouring rain. No one attacked him on the way from the cave.
'So good, so far. I don't want to jinx myself, though.'
Harry stepped in the cave, and he only saw Sara in the cave. She was in a state of being half asleep, and also at the same time restless. The other occupant to the cave had been tied up with some rope. Where they got the rope, Harry didn't really know.
"Hey," Sara said. "I suppose it would be too much to ask for to try and get a good night's sleep."
"I talked to Fyers."
Sara moved over and invited Harry to sit down next to her. He took the invitation. Sara shifted, legs crossed, and looked towards Harry.
"So, what did he have to say?"
"He doesn't want any of us on the island now," Harry said. "He's willing to give us transportation off of the island, in exchange for not interfering with whatever he's doing. He claimed he would let Yao Fei go when he's done with him. He claims he'll give Slade to us when he's done as well."
"He's made a lot of claims," Sara said. "Do you think he'll follow up on any of them?"
Harry focused on the crackling of the fire before he responded with one light and very prominent word.
"No, I don't think he will."
Sara could feel the bluntness of his words. Harry moved to stroke the fire.
"I do believe him in the sense he will have transportation off the island here in three days," Harry said. "He's going to want to get the last word, though. He's not going to give us Slade. And I don't know what's going to happen to Yao Fei, but I think he's doomed."
"Shado's….she thinks so as well," Sara said. "You don't know if he's alive or not do you?"
"He's alive, for now," Harry said. "Just for now."
Sara didn't really have it to ask how Harry knew people were alive or dead. He spoke about Oliver being alive in the same matter of fact way. As Sara learned, alive didn't mean thriving, it was something she grew all too used to, being on this particular island.
"Where are Shado and Rose?"
"Out, looking for supplies," Sara said. "He gave up the location of a bunker which Fyers moved away from. There might be something left behind we can use."
Harry hoped as much.
"Are you going after them?" Sara asked.
"I trust they'll find their way home," Harry said. "They're adults."
"Technically, Rose isn't," Sara said. "I can see how you might forget, though. She holds herself as someone a fair bit older, you know."
Harry nodded, that was the problem. Rose reminded Harry a lot of himself when he was that age.
"So, what are you going to do when you get out of here?" Sara asked. "Are you going home?"
Harry had been caught with the armor piercing question which he dreaded having to answer. The truth was, Harry didn't know what would come after the island. He didn't know if even he could duplicate the circumstances needed. He would need a veil like the one he went through in the Department of Mysteries.
"You know, hundreds of years could have passed there," Harry said. "I'm better off here than I am there. It's time to have a fresh start."
There were no expectations of him in this new world. Harry could be whatever he wanted without the shadow of the Boy-Who-Lived dancing around him. He had been both the hero and the villain because of that particular moniker. It just depended on what way the wind was blowing and what way people felt like acting this particular week.
"So, no family, friends, nothing?" Sara asked.
Sara didn't mean to press the issue, especially it brought some ugly memories.
'Sorry, if I made you mad…"
"I haven't had family since I was a year old when my parents died," Harry said. "There were times where it came close, but it always had been pulled away."
"Is it because you never let anyone in?" Sara asked. "Sorry, that was….."
"No, it's pretty accurate," Harry said. "I wasn't entirely unpopular back home. In fact, it was a bit too popular for my own good. But, despite that, I had very few close friends. One of them left for Australia after the war and decided to stay there. It was hard for her type, even after he had been defeated."
Harry realized Sara might not understand. He had a very long story to say, and quite a few bits of Harry's past made him look like a crazy person.
"Another, he blamed me for her leaving, so it was the end of that friendship," Harry said. "I was ready to move on with my life, though, and I guess study death. Which is how I ended up on this island."
"And it's a good thing, we would have been dead without you being here."
Harry frowned. "I don't think I would have gone that far. You all would have done alright."
"Let's look at the facts," Sara said. "Rose would have been dead if it hadn't been for you attacking her father. Shado would have been dead. And I would have been killed by now if you hadn't been there."
It was one of those things where Harry couldn't necessarily agree, but he wasn't about to disagree either. He realized Sara shifted closer towards him, rather, by instinct or by purpose.
"I just wish I could do more to help."
"We always do," Harry said. "I know I wish I could."
"You've done a lot," Sara protested.
"If I did as much I could, we'd be off of this island by now."
Sara wrapped her arms around Harry and pulled herself closer towards him. She realized what she was doing, and stopped. Sara spent a couple of minutes to give some really serious thought to what she was about to do, and more importantly what she wanted to.
'Okay, relax, don't beat yourself, the tension of the island is starting to get to you,' Sara thought.
"I didn't ask Fyers about the book," Harry said. "But, I swear, we'll get it back."
"Thanks, but it's not a problem," Sara said. "I don't know what Oliver's father was going on about the book, but it wasn't meant for me, it was meant for Oliver. Although, I'm not sure why he wanted to give him some book. It was almost like he knew he was going to die on that trip or might die on the trip."
Sara had an entirely new mess of very unsettling questions.
"The point is, until we find Oliver, what good is the book going to do?" Sara asked. "And we might not find him."
"We'll get it," Harry said.
"You don't have to get yourself killed over one book," Sara protested. "It's just, I don't even think it's…..well, it's not like Oliver even knows about it. It just seems so cloak and dagger."
Sara didn't do anything to alleviate Harry's concerns. He just raised an eyebrow.
"Something like that, there's more to it than just a bunch of names written down in the book," Harry said. "We'll find, it, I swear, and once we deal with Fyers, we'll find Oliver."
"Yeah, we'll find him too."
Sara didn't know where she stood with Oliver right now. Actually, this entire weekend was to see where they stood with each other, and the mood didn't just get ruined, it got wrecked. Oliver declared his undying love for Sara, granted not the first time Sara heard that from a guy. Oliver had the charisma to be convincing enough to, for Sara to give it a chance.
Oliver was a nice enough guy, but he had a wandering eye when he was with Laurel, and he got his reputation as a playboy for good reasons.
One thought entered Sara's mind, regarding a conversation she had with her mother before leaving.
'Sara, if you feel it in your heart to go, then go, but promise me you'll make it back safe?'
'I'll be back by Monday, it won't be any big deal. Just cover for me with Dad and Laurel.'
'If you think it's right, but remember, this, Sara. If they cheat for you, later they might cheat on you.'
Sara closed her eyes.
'And I wasn't back on Monday.'
A dark feeling Oliver was cheating on Laurel with her was obvious. Granted, no actual cheating happened, due to an act of God, and Sara couldn't help, but think that was a good thing right about now. Oliver claimed he had broken up with Laurel, but, well...Sara didn't question it because she wanted to believe it.
"Hey, you still with me?"
"Just thinking about my sister," Sara said. "And how pissed she's going to be at me."
Harry really wished he could say something appeasing to her, but to be honest, he wasn't used to detangling family drama.
"Let's worry about getting off the island first," Harry said.
"Right, let's worry about that first," Sara said.
The fire embers went completely low and illuminated the cave briefly. Sara edged a fraction of an inch closer towards Harry.
The two of them met in the middle with a kiss which was so sudden, neither of them knew it was happening, until it happened. Sara didn't pull back at first; she just pushed into the kiss.
She needed something to keep her mind off of the deep shit she was. She almost felt bad, and in fact, after a couple of minutes pulled away.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "Do, I have bad breath?"
"No, it's nothing like that," Sara responded. "I'm using you as an outlet to make myself feel better. I shouldn't be using you like this."
"You kissed me, I kissed back," Harry said. "If I thought you were using me, I would have told you as much. But you aren't using me. You're just frustrated, that's all."
Harry pulled Sara onto his lap, and she almost jumped off. His firm grip keeping her into place made Sara do nothing other than to look into those green eyes. In hindsight, one look in those green eyes might have been a mistake.
"You're worrying about betraying him, aren't you?" Harry asked.
"Well, we weren't...I don't know if it's betrayed," Sara said. "It's all messed up, I don't know what…."
"Stop, thinking," Harry said, grabbing her face and leaning in. "Start feeling. Don't make the same mistakes I did. If people think its wrong them, then tell them to go bugger off."
She took the plunge, with another kiss onto Harry. Sara had a lot of built up tension and frustration inside of her. Harry held her into place and kissed the side of her mouth. Sara straddled his lap and enjoyed his kisses which came further into her.
"I feel like we shouldn't be doing this," Sara said in a low voice.
"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop," Harry said.
Sara did the exact opposite of telling him to stop, she pulled him into a kiss and deepened it one more time. A definite spark could be felt when she was kissing Harry. It was the feeling she convinced herself she would….well, it didn't really matter any, all it matter was she was being kissed.
The blonde's able hands removed Harry's shirt and took a nice look at his muscular physique. She saw a few of his scars and looked at him. She lightly traced a pattern down them.
"Sorry, I can't heal them no matter how hard I try," Harry said.
"Don't, they make you look sexy," Sara said. "I bet each of them has a unique story."
"Yes, and all of them make me sound like a crazy person."
Harry reached underneath Sara's shirt and pulled it off. Her perky breasts smacked Harry in the face. He took the creamy orbs in hand and pinched them, feeling her nipple in hand. Harry moved down to explore Sara's body. She kept herself a really good shape.
One part of Sara's body Harry intended to pay perfect tribute to was her round ass. He kissed her deeply and then moved down her neck with more kisses.
"You really like my ass," Sara murmured. She came undone with Harry capturing one nipple in mouth and sucking on it very hard.
Harry didn't say anything. He just squeezed Sara's firm cheeks from behind. The blonde felt the young man's talented hands either explore the backside of her body. Sara breathed heavily, and now Harry worked those tight pants to reveal her.
"Harry," Sara lightly moaned.
She was wet and needed relief. Harry shoved one finger inside the blonde woman. Her hips ground up and could feel the length inside of her.
"You want more, don't you?"
Harry smiled, the moisture collected around his digit when pumping inside of Sara. She wanted this, so tensed up, and Harry didn't blame her. Sara looked over towards Harry, a smoldering gaze through her eyes.
"Yes," Sara said. "Another finger."
He complied with the request, and Sara thought she was about to come undone. Sara almost thought there was a magical pulse just channeling through her inner core. She leaned in, lifting her hips. Harry slowly manipulated her inner chambers, and made her pant.
"More!" Sara yelled. "More."
"The lady knows what she wants."
A third finger joined the first two. Harry pushed inside her moist walls and worked her over with three fingers. Sara clutched onto him, almost afraid of what would happen if the fingers left her body. Harry pressed inside and then released inside of her.
"Don't let me finish, please," Sara said.
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of denying you what you want."
Sara got off on the feeling of his fingers pressing inside of her body. Some mysterious force stretched them even harder. Harry had the magic touch and he worked inside of her.
Harry enjoyed the feeling of Sara clutching against his fingers. She was very tight and Harry wondered what it would feel like to bury his cock between those thighs. It had been a very long time.
"Go ahead, cum for me."
Sara obeyed Harry's words. Her hips rocked up and shoved more of Harry's fingers inside of her body. The beautiful blonde's panting increased and Harry fingered her all the way to the conclusion.
The orgasm shuddered to a stop. Harry slowly retracted his fingers and showed them to Sara. He showed her how soaked they were. Sara looked up at him with a smoldering gaze in her eyes. Harry shifted a finger inside his mouth and sucked on the juices, smiling.
"Want a taste?"
Sara eagerly took the digit in her mouth. Her hand ran down Harry's abdomen and cupped him. She gasped around the finger, even the taste of her own juices paled to what this was. The length stretching his pants made Sara want to explore.
A second passed, and Sara greedily slipped a hand down Harry's pants. She reached in and closed her hand around his cock. The horny little blonde started to work his pants open.
Sara's eyes widened when seeing Harry's throbbing hard cock exposed for her. The blonde's mouth practically watered at the thought of him. He was a pretty good size if she had to say so herself.
"There must have been some lucky girls back home."
Harry smiled and pulled Sara further onto his lap. His cock had been trapped between both of her bodies.
"A few. But, I'm more focused on the lucky girl who is on my lap right now."
Harry reached behind her and brushed his fingers down her lower back. Every single touch on her body made Sara almost lose it. She wanted to be inside of her.
"Do you want to go further?"
Sara nodded eagerly. She was in a position where horniness overrode all common sense. Both of them needed a release very badly and they were both here. Sara lined herself up against his big cock. The moment the tip of his cock touched against slit.
"I can't wait for this," Sara said.
"I can feel how much you can't wait," Harry said. "So, go ahead, take the plunge."
She grinned at the thought and pushed down onto him. Sara breathed heavily the moment his cock entered her body. It was so big inside of her. Harry stretched her out so nicely.
'No pain, no gain.'
A few more inches of Harry's long cock was gained into her. Harry grabbed her hair and kissed Sara furiously when she eased herself down onto his cock.
"That's it, that's good," Harry said. "Just let it go. You want something, don't be afraid to ask."
Sara had been attracted to him, and she just allowed her attraction to run free. She rose up and sunk down onto Harry's massive cock into her body. Sara rose up and dropped down onto him and rode him.
"Mmm, you're so good."
Harry tilted Sara back. She rebounded up and down onto his lap, legs scissored around Harry's waist. Harry gripped Sara's ample cheeks when they bounced down onto them.
"Go ahead, cum."
A feeling of lust spread between Sara's loins. She came down onto the base of Harry's cock and rose up one more time. The process of descending down had been repeated. Harry grabbed her and molded their bodies next to each other. Sara leaned back and Harry kissed and sucked on the side of her neck.
"Let it go," Harry said.
A feeling of never ending lust exploded between Sara's thighs. Harry sped up the pace and rammed himself into her. Sara rebounded and released him with a few more drops. Her womanhood stretched out around Harry's cock and had been released. The best orgasm she ever felt.
Harry watched her descend down onto him. The look on her beautiful face encouraged Harry to keep kneading at her round ass. Sara gasped when Harry paid attention to her ass. The other parts of her body were neglected. Harry ran a finger down her toned legs.
"So good," Sara said. "And you're still going, I can't believe it."
Harry marked the side of her neck, nibbling on her neck. Sara's wet walls slid down onto him.
Sara wasn't going to lie, all things considered, she came out pretty good on the island. At least as it went to having her work out her very real frustrations, even if it was just one night. It would be the best damn night she could ever have in her life. Sara bounced down on Harry's rod.
"Believe it I'm still going," Harry said. "I wonder how many times you can cum."
The focus issues Harry was having were fading away. It had been a while since he achieved release in her. Sara picked up the pace and ground against Harry. She squeezed him hard and released him.
"I can't believe you're this hard still," Sara said. "Maybe, I'm not as good as I thought I was."
"No, you're good, you're very good," Harry said. "I've just been able to always last for a long time. It's helped me in the past, as you can imagine."
Sara really didn't need to imagine it, she was feeling it. The point of Harry's massive rod filled her body. She filled and emptied herself. Tremors rolled down her spine for another orgasm. Harry held her in tight with Sara bouncing higher and faster onto him.
Harry drew ever so closer inside of her. The feeling of his balls cradled against Sara. Small amounts of internal magic could be done without lasting injury. The fuel of a sexual encounter made him able to do that much more, at least for a little bit.
He could do so much more, once Harry found his way off of the island.
Sara clutched onto Harry's shoulder and rode him with even more fever. Harry's hands took a handful of Sara's ample posterior when she rose and fell upon him.
The consequences of this encounter might come back to bite Sara later. However, she didn't really care. The fact is, she would worry about it when she was done with this heavy encounter. All she wanted was his cock and then his cum, oh it was the only thing we wanted.
"Just really wish we could be someplace other than a cave out on the middle of a deserted island," Harry said.
"Don't worry, you can make it up to me later."
Sara realized what she said. She just pledged herself for at least one more encounter for Harry. Some bright light flashed over her body. Sara didn't think too much of it, only riding Harry so much. The only thing which mattered.
'There are far worse promises to make.'
Harry pushed deep inside of Sara, the contents of his balls were getting closer to being released inside of her. He debated about the consequences of this particular encounter.
"You really want me to finish inside of you?" Harry asked. "Because you owe me your life, and it could have some complications if I finished."
Sara thought about it for a minute and came down off of the high of another orgasm.
"Don't worry about pulling out," Sara said.
If there was no tomorrow, at least Sara was going to go out smiling and pleased. She leaned in to kiss Harry on the face and pulled away from him. The two exchanged an intense encounter.
"Keep it up, don't stop until we're finished!"
"Oh, you're going to be finished before I am," Harry said. "It feels good, doesn't it? Feel the warmth spread over your body. Feel how much pleasure you have. It feels good, doesn't it? It feels good to cum for me, doesn't it?"
Boy did it ever feel so good to cum. Sara drove her pussy down onto Harry's aching rod and filled her body completely up. She bottomed out on Harry and craved nothing other than his seed. A warmth spread over her loins and came down to the point of Harry's cock.
Sara milked Harry's pulsing rod in time with his thrusts. Harry rose up, his hips meeting with Sara. The two lovers joined together at the hips. Harry pushed deeper into Sara and bottomed out inside of her womanhood. Her central core fit around him.
The perfect fit for the perfect cock. The pleasure almost beat out the position which Harry was in, where the rocks dug into his lower back, despite sitting on a cushion of their coat.
"About finished?" Sara asked.
"You're impatient."
Sara exploded with a rush from her loins. A sensation of pumping cum down his rod lubricated Harry's rod and made it buried deep inside of her body.
"My turn."
Finally, Sara believed he was going to climax inside of her. Harry lifted off of the rocks and started to inject his fluids inside of Sara's gripping hot womanhood. She came almost all the way down on top of him and slid down to the point. Her wet pussy gripped and released him.
The warm rush of spilling his seed finished inside of Sara. Harry buried his rod into the blonde and rode out her orgasm all the way to the end. He looked at Sara's face and she had so much pleasure dancing through his eyes.
Sara pulled away from Harry. The amount of cum dripping from her slit was more obscene than Sara could piece together.
"It's been a long time," Harry said.
"Too long by the looks of it," Sara said. "Why don't we get cleaned up?"
Sara kissed Harry one more time, tentative at first. She didn't regret this coming down from the high of sex, which was a good sign.
"I might need a little help," Sara said. "You fucked me good."
Harry wrapped his arm around his lover, and Sara smiled when Harry lead her over to the stream underneath the caves so they could get cleaned up after their sexual romp. With Harry's mind clearer and more focused.
"Thanks for the help," Sara said. "I really needed that."
"Yeah, I did too," Harry said. "You don't….."
"Not as much as I thought I did," Sara said. She kissed him to alleviate any potential tension before the two made their way down the rocks into the streams.
Morning would come soon. And things were a bit more tolerable since they both got laid.
Chapter Six: Deceit.
Shado and Rose taking their trip was a lot longer than both women ever could have realized. Both stopped outside of the cave and the last few embers which the fire started to tamper off. It didn't really matter because Rose now acquired a lantern. The supplies weren't as bountiful as their contact would have told them.
Speaking of which, said contact was the first thing they saw when entering the cave. He had been tied up in the corner, away from the central area of the cave. He couldn't have escaped even without any effort, but Rose didn't want to look at him. The slimy worm could have ended up getting them killed.
"We didn't get everything."
Rose shined the lantern into the cave and stopped short. The first sight she had been greeted upon didn't really improve her mood. Harry and Sara laid, cuddled up in an awkward location, on the makeshift bedding they created. Much to Rose's surprise, they had been sleeping soundly.
It didn't take Rose very long to figure out what they had been up to in the time they were gone. Her lips curled into a very obvious "mmm". The smile on Sara's face had the look of a woman who had a very enjoyable time.
'Nice to see someone is having a good time.'
"Well, it happened," Shado said.
"That's all you have to say," Rose said. "Well, that happened? Did you expect it to happen? Did you expect them to get together the second they were alone in the cave?"
"The signs were pointing towards they might," Shado said. "Harry wears his frustration underneath the mask of a hardened warrior. And Sara, she's stronger than she looks, but at the same time, she was going through some really strong emotions."
"And the two of them just decide to sleep together," Rose said.
"They are consenting adults," Shado responded. "Are you angry…"
"No, I'm not," Rose said.
Shado looked at Rose for a few seconds, blinking and frowning at the younger girl. It was almost like the younger girl anticipated the question before it had been asked. She looked towards the couple. They were at peace. Did Shado think it was the most ideal thing? Well, if it allowed them to focus, then she had no problems with it. She could tell while Sara and Harry worked through their focusing issues, there was another person who struggled.
"You knew what I was going to ask before I asked it?"
"It's obvious, and you think I care what they do because I don't," Rose said. "I'm just worried the two are going to end up getting distracted, and get all of us killed."
"Well, your concern has a valid point," Shado said.
Rose folded her arms up and frowned. Damn right her concern had a valid point.
"I think you might be looking at this from the wrong angle," Shado said. "They found solace in each other. And with Harry, well you could be surprised what he's capable of."
Rose shook her head. Did she really think this was all about Harry fucking Sara over her? No, it wasn't about that at all, Rose was concerned they had grown too attached to each other. Any attachment between the two could add a weakness they could ill afford. Fyers or her father wouldn't hesitate in using those weaknesses against them. Rose was very worried from them.
"Hey, you two are back," Sara said.
"I was wondering if they were going to say something," Harry said. "So did the supply run go fine?"
"We picked up a few items, although it isn't going to last us more than a couple of days," Shado said. "Did you have any luck with the radio and Fyers?"
"Fyers claims to have transportation off of the island in three days," Harry said. "But, whether or not it's true or not, we're just going to have to wait and see."
"There's no truth to anything that man says," Rose said. "And the two of you….you kept very busy last night."
"Best night's sleep since I got since the wreckage of the Queen's Gambit," Sara said. "What took the two of you so long?"
"We had to go around the long way because Fyers and his men were having a campout," Rose said. She had been acting very cordial towards Sara.
"There's no problems, are there?" Sara asked.
The hesitation followed. Rose took a moment.
"There's not going to be a problem, at least one I can't see," Rose said. "Is there going to be a problem with you two?"
Rose didn't want them to make her outright say what she was thinking about them. The way Harry was looking towards her only made Rose all that much more agitated. It wasn't because the two of them slept together, well not the exact fact they slept together.
"We're on the same page," Sara said.
"The two of you did sleep together, so I'd hope so," Rose said.
One very long and very anxious moment passed, and Rose just eyed Sara with a nod.
"We'll be ready," Shado said, giving Rose a very anxious look. "We did manage to get some food, although we're going to stretch it out."
"That's fine, we won't be here for more than a couple more days," Harry said.
Rose appreciated his optimism, then again, why wouldn't he be optimistic? He was the one that got laid last night. Therefore, he would be a good mood. Rose wasn't angry about it or anything, but she just hoped he wasn't caught with overflowing optimism to the point of arrogance.
'I need to hit something, keep my mind off of things,' Rose thought.
Thankfully, Sara and Harry acted rather normal through breakfast. A bit more friendly and a bit more casual maybe, but you wouldn't know they had sex with each other last night unless you knew it. And Rose knew it, and she couldn't unsee it from her imagination.
"Harry, do you think I can talk to you about something after breakfast?" Shado asked.
Rose gave Shado a very long look, hoping the conversation wasn't going to be what she thought it was going to be about.
Oliver Queen didn't know where he was being brought. He actually had to struggle not to give a sigh of very obvious relief when he walked past the basement. He heard enough whispers why he was here to know the basement was going to have to be off limits. But where was he going? The man who was his babysitter didn't really tell him where they were going? Oliver didn't get any answers to any questions which was frustrating, to say the least.
'Just got to keep your head up.'
His retainer opened a door and lead Oliver into a makeshift study area/office area. The second Oliver entered, he saw a person who sat behind a very big, thick, book. The cover looked particularly worn when the person had flicked through the book.
"Hello?" Oliver asked.
The person spent a couple more minutes flicking through the book before she set it down. Oliver came face to face with a brown eyed girl with curly hair, thick glasses and a rather stoic expression on her face. The reader dressed in a conservative blouse and a pair of pants which fit loosely against her body. She would be much more attractive had she smiled, but instead, there was a look of calm indifference on her face.
"So, you've been fortunate enough to be brought upstairs to see the Professor," she said. "It means you have a purpose. So, I'd congratulate you for making something out of your life."
Oliver couldn't figure out whether or not he had been complimented or insulted by the woman in question. Or perhaps both, she seemed to be a bit withdrawn from her.
"So, are you a prisoner on this ship?"
"We are all prisoners on this ship if we're here," she responded. "We just have much more freedom than others. The Professor wanted someone to help him conduct research. I've been chosen for that due to my talents of uncovering even the most obscure piece of information."
"That's interesting," Oliver said.
"Yes, although it's left me with an extremely lonely childhood," she said. "On the bright side, it's left me with all my vital organs intact. So, count your blessings."
"What is your name?" he asked.
"We don't have names on this ship," she said. "You're new, so that could be forgiven. That ruffian who slapped you around, he's the Butcher. The man who brought you here, he's the Retriever. Every time the Professor wants something, he's sent to retrieve him. He's loyal, but then again, so is a dog. At least he doesn't shed everywhere."
Another flip of the page showed the woman had been rather disinterested by the entire conversation.
"Your cell mate is the Deacon," she responded. "And I'm the Bookworm. As you can imagine."
"How did you know my cell mate?"
"Mr. Queen, it's my job to know every single detail on this ship," the Bookworm responded. "I know you're missing as well, and if you weren't in the news, well you would just be another piece of meat taken to the basement."
"So, he wants….he wants to ransom me?" Oliver asked.
It wouldn't be the first time Oliver had been the victim of a ransom. He looked towards the woman in the room who had flipped through the pages, and she just responded with a half shrug, as if not even bothering to consider Oliver's plight.
The door opened up to reveal a middle-aged man entering the room. He held a newspaper clipping in his hand and looked towards the young man, and frowned.
"Bookworm, you can leave us, thank you for keeping our lost boy billionaire occupied," the man responded.
The brunette bookworm didn't say another word. She scooped up a box of books and retired further into the study for more research. Oliver didn't even have a chance to ask questions. He very much doubted there would be answers.
"Oliver Queen, I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see your face with my own eyes."
"So, the Professor?" Oliver asked.
"Professor Anthony Ivo to be precise," Ivo said. "And you haven't heard of me, have you?"
Oliver shook his head. He hadn't been one to follow up with the latest achievements in the field of science. He thought he saw a quick smile dance across Ivo's face, but he wore the same stoic look.
"I'd like to extend my most sincere apologies for the conduct of my associate, the Butcher," Ivo said. "He seems to think his authority on this ship outstrips my own."
"You brought me up here for a reason," Oliver said. "Whatever you want, my mother will pay it. I'm sure she wants my safe return."
"And I have no doubt she does, Mr. Queen," Ivo said. "But, I don't intend to ransom you. I intend to return you home safely, in time."
"The Deacon told me no one leaves this ship," Oliver said.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear from the prisoners on this ship," Ivo said. "They have been broken, truly, broken, but they did not land on this ship because they're innocent. No, I can assure you, my boy, they are capable of far more wicked things than I can ever dream. I can make something out of most of them. No, I could use someone more trustworthy to help me with my research."
Oliver had been surprised. This man, this Ivo, he wanted him to help out.
"You're aboard the AMAZO," Ivo said. "It's the first step of my dream. I want to change the world, and help give a few people a second chance. What if I told you I know of a way which could heal someone, even if they're an inch away from death?"
The most dubious expression ever filled over Oliver's face.
"You call me crazy, wouldn't you?" Ivo asked. "And I wouldn't believe it if I was in your position either. But I can assure you, young Oliver, everything I tell you is the truth."
Ivo knew he had the young man's interest. He was desperate enough to get home, therefore, Ivo knew he would be willing to help without questioning things too much. He was naïve to the way the world worked.
"You help me, and I'll help you," Ivo said. "And you return home, a conquering hero because you have helped the world. Fame, fortune, all of the women throwing themselves at you….those days are long over for me, but they can be wide open for you."
Ivo chuckled, and Oliver joined in, so things did not become awkward.
"So, what do you want from me?"
Harry followed Shado into an open area behind the caves. He had his misgivings being out here. The trees slightly obscured the view.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I did," Shado said.
"Here, I am, let's talk."
Shado smiled and carried the quiver containing a fresh load of arrows she rescued from camp. She had a theory about something, and it would either be proven right or proven wrong.
"The other day, you didn't quite have the focus you needed to fight," Shado said. "After last night, I've noticed a change in you. You don't have full access to your abilities, but there's something about your mind being clearer."
Harry responded with a nod. He was about ready to elaborate as to why, but Shado lifted her hand to prevent him from speaking. She leaned a fraction of an inch closer towards him.
"Don't worry, I know the reason why " Shado said. "If you are who the legends say you are, then I understand why it was a necessity. I only wish I would have come up with the method of helping with your focus sooner."
The implication in her words was very obvious. Regardless, Shado slipped in front of Harry and loaded up the bow with an arrow. She moved over with expert precision, her attacks more pinpoint than anything delivered ever before. Her lips curled into a smile.
"Anyone can hit a stationary target up close," Shado said. "But, it's a good starting point to work on your aim, and it requires a minimal level of precision. Just watch, and study my movements carefully."
Shado was intrigued to see if her other theory had been proven correct. She withdrew the bow and made sure Harry's eyes had been locked on her, watching her movements. Shado moved a little slower than she might. A rapid fire shot of the arrow flew forward and struck the central knot on the tree.
Harry sank in all of her movements, her coordination was second to none. He reckoned Shado slowed down for his benefit. The woman sauntered over to the tree and retrieved the arrow. She moved in front of Harry and positioned the arrow.
"And again."
Shado struck the target without any pause this time. Harry slowed down her movements in his mind none the same. She repeated the ritual three more times and each time, she hit the knot with precision.
"Are you ready to attempt it now?"
The emerald-eyed sorcerer responded with a nod and position himself right in the same spot where Shado stood.
"A skilled wizard can hit a spell from across the street," Harry remarked. "While striking only their intended target and nothing else at all."
Shado casually nodded. "Yes, and a skilled hand regarding firing an arrow follows the same principle. Just like I'm sure you became one with your magic, you should become one with your crossbow. Just sit there, take a deep breath and fire the arrow."
Harry positioned the bow and arrow in position in front of the target. He drew in a breath and fired one shot at the knot. It wasn't completely perfect, nothing in life was. However, Harry was smiling at how he nailed the shot.
"Why don't you try again?" Shado asked.
It was different hitting a target which never moved as opposed to striking a target which kept moving. Progress was important, though. Shado watched the young man and observed him. He was just growing into his power, and despite the fact the island blocked his full potential, he adapted very easily.
'A true warrior doesn't find themselves handicapped when one tool from their bag is taken out. They manage to find alternate means.'
Harry took in a deep breath and fired. The shot was a bit more precise. Shado responded with a smile in the process.
She looked at the intense look of concentration in Harry's eyes. "Problem?"
"I'm just not sure it's a good idea to leave Rose and Sara unoccupied in the cave," Harry said.
A long second passed. Shado decided to aim one of the arrows higher up from the tree. She fired. The bird which roosted on the tree took flight and avoided the arrow from striking its wing. She wasn't fast enough, but she could hit someone who had been mounted up above. They didn't have the ability to fly away from the situation.
"You were the one who said we should trust each other. Our trust in each other is the only thing we have."
Harry got her point loud and clear. He knew it, understood it, but hoped Sara and Rose understood it as well.
Sara joined Rose in her early morning meditation. She never saw someone who could give the silent treatment like Rose did. And Sara had a pretty good idea why Rose was giving her the silent treatment. She two girls sat side by side, but there might as well have been an invisible wall surrounding them.
It took Sara a moment to realize Rose had already stopped mediation and was sitting across the room, staring long and hard. It was starting to become a bit annoying, to be honest.
"Okay, you have a problem with me," Sara said. "If you have a problem with me, let's talk about it."
"My problem is they'll use you against Harry," Rose said. "If Fyers figures out the two of you are close, he's going to use you to get to Harry. And you better believe my father is going to figure it out. He's not a world-class assassin by being blind to the ignorant."
"We slept together one time," Sara said.
"I know you slept together," Rose said through gritted teeth.
Both girls looked at each other for a very long time. Sara looked through Rose's eyes.
"You're jealous of me, aren't you?"
"Don't flatter yourself, kid."
Sara snorted at the obvious absurdity of a girl younger than her calling her "kid."
"You say you've got some training," Rose said. "But, the only thing I can see you're good for is a diversion. And it's not a diversion for the enemies. It's a diversion for Harry."
"You really think so little of Harry you'd think he'll be easily distracted by worrying about me?"
"You know the type of person Harry is," Rose said. "I know his time. He's had a shit childhood. Therefore, the few people who are loyal to him, he'll be loyal back tenfold. And he takes betrayal worse than anyone else. I don't want to see him hurt."
Rose closed her eyes a second later and looked about ready to cringe.
"He's a decent person, and I hate you for making me say it," Rose said. "And if you tell him I said anything good about him, I'll die it."
"I wouldn't tell a soul."
Rose moved into the center of the room and started to perform a series of rapid fire phantom strikes. Sara watched her intensity and tried to copy her motions in the air.
To Sara's credit, she kept up with Rose's movements about as well as someone could expect. Rose looked over her shoulder and watched Sara who tried to move even more carefully.
"Not bad," Rose said. "You do have some instincts…..but let's see how well you do in an actual physical situation."
Sara stopped for a moment. Rose leaned closer towards her.
"You were the one who wanted me to teach you how to fight," Rose said. "And if you're going to be in this deep, you need training. So, let's go, let's train."
Sara didn't feel like she had been particularly warmed up, to be honest. She looked at Rose, wondering how they would train, what they would do. She saw Rose move at the speed of light.
Seconds before Rose would have connected with her throat, Sara blocked the woman's arm. Her heart beat and Sara had been surprised. Rose would have almost killed her if Sara hadn't been able to block the attack. She pushed Rose back onto the ground and Rose came back a second later. Sara blocked the move one more time, and she turned to the side to avoid Rose's blade from slicing into her flesh.
The adrenaline went through her. Sara was a bit more excited than she thought she was for just narrowly blocking the attack. Rose dove forward with the blade in hand and came inches away from hitting her. Sara blocked it and tried to kick Rose away from her, or at least pull the blade away from her.
A loud crack echoed and Sara managed to nail Rose with a glancing shot. She stepped back in surprise. Rose's nose had been busted open from how hard Sara hit her. Sara opened her mouth to apologize.
The next thing she knew, she was on her back. Rose had her down onto the ground, legs scissored around each other, and Sara had been turned over onto the ground. Rose came inches away from curb stomping Sara into the ground.
"You first lesson, if you injure someone, never apologize for it. You see blood, keep on it. If you flinch away, then you have a pissed off opponent who will kill you."
Sara struggled to get away from Rose and rolled onto her hands and knees. Rose kicked her in the ribs when she was trying to get up. She winced when the foot buried into her ribs. Rose didn't let up on her, so Sara had to go out from underneath her and sweep her legs out.
Rose bounced up and came back to grab Sara's head. She grabbed Sara in a standing choke hold, digging her knee into Sara's abdomen to further knock the wind out of her. Rose put the pressure and came close to having Sara pass out, but she let go, only to come back with another series of attacks.
"Fight me, or you'll get killed," Rose said.
Sara blocked Rose's arm from driving the knife down into her throat. Sara grabbed Rose's arm and flipped her down onto the ground. Rose flipped out, and Sara had her hands on the knife. She turned around and forced Rose down onto the ground. The knife pressed at the side of her throat.
A couple of figures came into the cave, and Rose and Sara both looked up in time to see Harry and Shado enter the cave. The first sight they had been greeted with was Sara with a bruised up face and holding a knife against Rose's throat, who had a busted up nose.
Harry cleared his throat, and Sara let up on Rose a little bit. Rose pulled herself to her feet and pinched the bridge of her nose to stop the blood flow.
"Good fight, but there's room for improvement."
"So, you're telling me the two of you got into a sparring session with each other?"
Sara smiled when Harry looked at her face. He wasn't any doctor, but the swelling could have been worse.
"Yeah, and I think I learned a valuable lesson," Sara said. "I should have kept on her when I broke her nose the first time. And you know, not use my face to block her punches."
"Words to live by," Harry said, wrapping his arm around Sara and holding her close. She smiled and shook her head.
Rose stepped over towards them after Shado had checked up on her. Thankfully there were some medical supplies what they stolen and Rose's face had been patched up. The bleeding in her nose where Sara punched her had stopped her.
The two girls looked at each other for a moment. There was some unspoken tension between the two of them.
"I've known people who are utterly hopeless out there, and you're not utterly hopeless in a fight."
Sara grinned and leaned closer towards Rose. "You're being very fast and loose with those compliments. You better be careful or people are going to think you actually like me."
The older blonde rose to her feet. Night approached sooner rather than later. All of them had an unfortunate thought.
"We might be ready to take care of Fyers and his men," Harry said.
Sara had been surprised by this, it was obvious something he and Shado discussed when they were out, having their conversation. While Sara and Rose had their little sparring session which ended up with Sara being rattled something fierce.
"So, you've pretty much decided he's not going to honor his word," Sara said.
"No, he's not," Shado said. "We strike hard, and we strike when the sun goes down if you're ready for it."
"I'm not staying behind," Sara said. "I actually want to try something…..hand me the bow and arrow."
Harry shrugged and handed her the bow and the arrow. She loaded up the bow and arrow and turned it around. She shot the arrow towards Rose with pinpoint precision. Rose just barely could avoid the arrow. Sara's hand to eye coordination had been good, but it didn't quite beat Rose's reflexes.
"Thanks, you could have killed me," Rose said. "Really appreciate it."
"Hey, you're quick enough," Sara said. "Guess, I'm not completely useless….then again, I messed around with archer a little bit back home. Not as much as Oliver's sister did, she's a prodigy, but…"
Sara realized she brought up something.
"Worry about Fyers," Harry said.
"I don't mean….I still want to find me, like I want to find a friend that's missing."
"I know," Harry said. "But, we really need to worry about Fyers, and the book as well. We'll get them both back, we know they're on the island for sure."
Sara thought he had a pretty good point.
"We have more than enough for all three of us," Shado said. "But, we have to make some shots count….unless you need one as well."
She addressed Rose. Rose just shrugged in response.
"I'm fine, it will just slow me down. I'm more up close and personal anyway."
And it went without saying when Rose killed Slade, she wanted to see the bastard's face when doing so.
Those who did the right thing almost always had been deemed dangerous by the government of China. Yao Fei was a political prisoner, who had been sent to Lian Yu. He had been used as a scapegoat. The man's honor refused to allow him to support the government of China in their actions.
He met up with Fyers, thinking he would have a chance of redemption. A chance to expose the wrongdoings of his former government, but by the time Yao Fei realized what Fyers was all about, it had been too late.
"You're no different than the people who sentenced me to Lian Yu," Yao Fei said.
"They kill because they hide from the truth," Fyers said. "All you need to do is accept the blame for this. You'll be considered a criminal by the rest of the world and a traitor by your government. But there will be a small group who will brand you a hero for doing what's necessary."
Yao Fei turned in a sickening stomach. He dressed in his military uniform and was ready to make the confession.
"I will kill them, and make you watch if you don't make this confession," Fyers said.
"I've agreed to do it, but I hope your word is good when you spare them and allow them safe passage from the island," Yao Fei said.
Deathstroke stood a few feet behind him and said absolutely nothing.
"My name is Yao Fei. I have been excelled by the Chinese Military, but it's a deception to bring down a plane. My people want to bring military action to the United States, to become the world's most prominent superpower. Therefore, I do confess to bringing down Ferris Aircraft Flight 637 and willingly admit to participating in this, on the orders of the government of China. I leave you this final message and can assure you I regret all my actions, and regret the part I've played."
He spoke softly, without any emotion in his voice. The camera turned off and Fyers responded with a nod.
"As promised, your daughter will be allowed passage off the island along with the other intruders," Fyers said. "But, you know what he is, don't you? You've been holding out on me the other time."
"And I take that to the grave with me," Yao Fei said.
"Unfortunately, that's true."
Fyers coldly shot Yao Fei at a point blank range. He could not leave anyone else alive to jeopardize his plans.
Shado, Rose, Sara, and Harry made their way towards the field where Harry saw the weapon set up a couple of nights later.
"That's my father, "Shado said.
They heard the last few seconds of what Yao Fei was saying. His confession sounded rather strained, and forced, but at the same time calm.
"….I leave you this final message, and can assure you I regret all my actions, and regret the part I've played. "
Harry scoped out all of Fyers's men forming a very tight seal around them. They would have to divide and conquer, and pick them apart on the margins before getting their way closer to Deathstroke, and Slade.
"Pick your shots."
"And I take that to the grave with me."
"Unfortunately, that's true."
The sound of a gunshot made their blood run cold. They all saw it instantly. Shado moved in and caught a glimpse of their hiding place of her father dropping. Fyers stood above the broken body. Everyone had been frozen in time. They half expected to find Yao Fei dead by the time they got to Fyers, but actually seeing it happening was another thing entirely.
Shado raised her bow and thought she could get the shot, take Fyers out from her. He was exposed and leaning over her father. He would die standing over the man he murdered.