ByEmily Van Natter, writer at Creators.co
Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. Consume you it will.
Emily Van Natter

For as long as Adam could remember, his father would come home drunk. He would come home drunk, and beat someone. And that someone was almost always Adam. Adam had bruises in places he didn't even know he could have bruises. His father would come home ever night, and Adam would be sitting in his chair waiting. And then his dad would beat him up. It was all Adam had ever known. For all he knew, fathers beating up there kids every night was normal.

His fathers name was Jackson Smoak. His mother, who he knew only from his father mentioning her name, (she had left when he was 4) was called Jessica Langer. When Adam was little, he liked to imagine what life would be like with his mother. But that dream faded away over time.

Adam was 8 when a neighbor heard the beatings and called social services. His father was arrested, and Adam was put into foster care. He was adopted soon after by Mr and Mrs Kyle Rixby. It was a happy ending for Adam until Kyle's wife got cancer. She died the next day. Kyle retreated into himself, and Adam ran away from home. He was 16.

It was around this time that Adam realized how smart he was. Like REALLY smart. He had been going to school regularly since he was adopted, and he was really good at it, homework was a breeze and he often got bored of classes because they were too easy. Adam started making a living fixing things. Old computers, furniture, t.vs, you name it, he could fix It. He even invented new things or new ways to fix things.

He made his way across the country doing that, and eventually found himself in Vegas. He was 18. That's where he meet Donna. It was love at first sight. At least for Adam. Donna needed a few weeks, but he eventually won her over. They were so in love. It was around this time that Adam was hired by a secret agency to develop different drugs. They told him they had been following his work for a long time. He didn't care about all that, as long as he got paid (which he did) he was fine.

He married Donna a year later. They were both 19. Donna got pregnant not long after, and there first and only daughter, Felicity, was born. Around the time Felicity was 4 Adam was called into work urgently. Apparently, one if the labs had been sabotaged. And he was being framed.

People in high up places wanted him dead, and He could do nothing about it. So he fled. He couldn't even tell Donna and Felicity. He just left.

Years later, he was in Starling for "business" when he saw her. His baby girl, all grown up. He never said anything to her, But he would watch from afar as she went about her day. But the business he was in town for was not good. And He ran into the Arrow. The Arrow left him for dead with an arrow sticking out of his chest, and that's when he vowed revenge.

Years later, he was contacted by a Mr. Slade Wilson. He needed his help for a mission. a mission involving kidnapping Felicity Smoak. Adam took the job right away. Slade had a drug for him when he arrived. An exparemental drug that had never been tested before. Adam helped perfect it, and was the first (and only so far) to be injected with it.

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Diggle was frantically typing on his computer when the tablet shut down and the video feed stopped. "No no no!" Diggle yelled in frustration. "I've lost it. I've lost the signal, man!" Diggle growled as he frantically typed a few more keys. He jumped into he air as Oliver's fist hit the table.

John looked up at his best friend as he ran his hands through his hair and down his face. "I'm so sorry man." Diggle apologized. Oliver sighed as he said, "Its okay. It wasn't your fault."

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Felicity was shoved back in her cell after Her torture session. Her handcuffs were takin off, so at least that was something. She was trying so hard to be brave, but she just couldn't anymore. She curled up in the corner of the cell and just cried. Her tears running down her face and dripping onto the cold concrete floor.

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