(Based off of The CW's show Arrow. This is not purely sex based, and is not for people who are looking for a quick read, or a very sex heavy read. It focuses on the story, although there are many sex scenes in the story. Everything in parenthesses should be in italics, but I can't figure out how to do that yet.)
("Oliver Queen is alive. The Starling City resident was found by fishermen in the North China Sea 5 days ago, 5 years after he was missing and presumed dead following the accident at sea which claimed 'The Queen's Gambit.'" A news anchor described the returning of billionaire Oliver Queen, before the news channel switched to footage of five years earlier.
"Queen was a regular tabloid presence," the anchor continued, "and a fixture at the Starling City club scene. Shortly before his disappearance, he was acquitted of assault charges stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi." The footage showed a younger Oliver Queen waving his hands drunkenly at the camera during nighttime. He was attempting to hit the cameraman, unsuccessfully due to his drunkenness.
The news anchor returned to the screen, and on the screen was also a picture of Oliver and his father. "Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen, who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased.")
Oliver stood staring out the windows of his father's company, Queen Consolidated. He gazed into the night sky, and at the shimmering lights of the city's skyscrapers. Outside of the room, his mother, Moira, was speaking with a doctor.
"20% of his body is covered in scar tissue. Second-degree burns on his arms and back. X-rays show twelve different fractures that never properly healed," the doctor explained to Moira as Moira looked through the glass window at her son.
"Has he said anything about what happened?" She asked as she turned to look at the doctor.
"No," the doctor replied, shaking his head. "He's barely said anything." Moira turned back to look at his son, who was in a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans. "Moira, I'd like you to prepare yourself." The doctor continued. "The Oliver you lost might not be the one they found."
Moira sighed, and blinked slowly before slowly opening the door, entering the room Oliver was in. She stared at Oliver, unsure of what to say before she croaked out a single word. "Oliver?"
Oliver turned around to face his mother, looking her in the eyes. He tilted his head slightly and a small smile broke across his face. "Mom."
Tears in Moira's eyes, she walked over to her son slowly, and then placed her hands around his arms. "Oh, my beautiful boy," she said as her eyes began to tear up, and her voice beginning to crack. She embraced him in a hug, and he hugged her back, tears welling up in his eyes as well. "We're going home," she whispered.
They got into a black car, and drove back to their home. Their home was massive, made of dark gray stone, it had been designed to look like a castle. Flowers and assorted trees were planted in a symmetrical, and beautiful pattern and the car rolled up to the double doors. Oliver got out, and the driver opened the trunk to lift up Oliver's case. "I got it," Oliver said quietly, blocking the driver's way and grabbing the case.
He followed Moira into the house, and Moira began to speak. "Your room is exactly as you left it. I never had the heart to change a thing."
"Oliver, It's damn good to see you," A british voice came from a hallway as Moira finished. It was an african-american man named Walter, who walked up to Oliver. Oliver looked at Walter, not showing any emotion, and Walter seemed confused. "It's Walter... Walter Steele." He said as he placed his hand out for a handshake.
As Oliver took the hand, Moira placed a hand on his shoulder from behind. "You remember Walter, your father's friend from the company." Oliver looked at Moira and then back to Walter before looking past Walter. He said nothing and pushed his way past Walter slowly.
He walked over to a young black-haired woman dressed as a maid. "It's good to see you, Raisa," Oliver smiled as he addressed the family's housekeeper.
"Welcome home Mr. Oliver," Raisa replied, smiling. She seemed delighted that Oliver was back, as she should've been. Oliver had always been kind to her, and put joy into her seemingly dull job. She then turned to Moira. "Mr. Merlyn phoned. He wants to join you for dinner."
"Wonderful," Moira nodded, and then a door opening was heard from upstairs. "Oliver?" Moira asked, smiling. "Did you hear that?"
Oliver walked back to the entrance, and the others followed him. Looking up the stairs, he saw his younger sister Thea at the top of the staircase. She was dressed in a loose, low cut tank top and jeans, and Oliver could not help but notice how beautiful, or a better word being hot, she was. This was not the young teen that he once new, but his younger sister had grown larger breasts, a curvier figure and was gorgeous. But above all this, he was relieved to see that she was okay.
Thea looked at him and rushed down the stairwell. Tearing up she claimed "I knew it. I knew you were alive." She ran over to Oliver, and embraced him in a hug, crying. "I missed you so much."
"You were with me the whole time," Oliver said softly as he held her close to him, feeling her body press against his. Thea smiled and buried her head into Oliver's shoulder.
In the less fortunate side of town, Oliver's former girlfriend Laurel Lance was at her job as a lawyer. "Come on, Laurel. We're lawyers, not miracle workers. We can't win this!" A woman leaning against a bookshelf told her.
"If we can't win a class action suit against a man who swindled hundreds of people out of their homes and life savings, then we're not fit to call ourselves a legal aid office," Laurel pointed out. They were talking about an upcoming trial against one of Starling City's many rich people. The one Laurel was targeting was one by the name of Adam Hunt.
"And if we go bankrupt in the process, we won't be a legal aid office," Laurel's friend continued to push, trying to defend her point of view. "Hunt has an army of lawyers, and they're ready to bury us."
"You and I against an army. I love those odds," Laurel smiled, looking at her associate before back to the papers she was rummaging through.
"Why do you hate me?" Her friend said half-jokingly, half-serious as she shook her head.
Laurel sat down in her seat, sighing as she leaned back, and rotated herself a little to the right. Looking at a board, there were pictures and news stories of Adam Hunt pinned against the cork board.
On the TV, there was a news story playing, with a man speaking. "You've all heard about it. The son of a very wealthy billionaire will soon become a legendary story. Jessica now has more details and the complete castaway story."
The news story continued with an asian woman speaking through the microphone. "The 'Queen's Gambit' was last heard from more than 5 years ago. Mr. Queen has reportedly confirmed that he was the only survivor of the accident, that took the lives of 7 people, including local resident Sarah Lance, survived by her sister Laurel-" Laurel rushed to the TV remote, and shut it off. Everyone in the office looked at her as she stood, staring at the blank TV.
Back at the Queen's residence, Oliver was walking into his room. A towel wrapped around him, his muscular torso bare. His stomach and back were covered in scars, and he had a few tattoos on him.
After 5 years, everything that was once familiar is now unrecognizable, Oliver thought. He stood, staring out of the window, looking at the oak trees swaying with the wind, in their own private dance. He then turned around, and saw a mirror. He began to examine himself in the mirror. (The face I see in the mirror is a stranger. )
Thunder roared out the window, and Oliver turned around suddenly, facing the window before remembering the night the Queen's Gambit sunk.
(Thunder roared, the waves rocking the boat violently as the rain sputtered across the boat's deck. Oliver's father, Robert was inside the boat, and to his left a door opened, and a man in a raincoat entered. "The storm's a category 2," The sailor told him. "The captain's recommending we head back."
"Alright, inform the crew," Robert accepted, when a drunk Oliver came out of his room.
"Are we in trouble?" Oliver said, stumbling while holding a glass of scotch.
"One of us is," Robert said, laughing in a fake manner.
"Ollie," a voice behind Oliver said. It was Sara, Laurel's sister, who came on the boat with Oliver. She wearing nothing but a nightgown, and when she came out the door everyone could clearly see her firm, perky tits and her shaved pussy. Seeing the other people, she covered herself before slurring "Where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?"
"I'll be there in a minute, Sara," Oliver said, waving her back into the room. Sara smiled and then walked back into the cabin.
Robert sighed, and walked up to Oliver, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know son, that is not going to finish well. For either of them or for you." Robert was referring to how Oliver was cheating on Laurel with Sara.)
