"Well, if you think this is gonna work, then sure. Let's try it."
He focuses on the wall, speaking. "He's in there. Let's go." He wraps his arm around me, and in a split second, we're in the same room, as the Green Arrow. He turns around, stopping when he sees us. "Who are you," Clark questions, as we walk into the light.
"Haven't you read? I'm the Green Arrow," he states.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed your cult status while it lasted," I say.
"I think you're taking the whole neighborhood watch thing a bit too seriously," he says. He goes to walk past us, but Clark stops him. He slowly looks up at Clark, going to punch him, but Clark catches his fist. He pushes him back, and he flies across the room, crashing into something and shattering it. An alarm blares, and I cross my arms. "That was fun," he groans. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a secret. Hate to break it to you, tough guy, but you're on the wrong side."
"I'm not sure the police would agree."
"Look around you, beav. The days of the good guys running the show are over." He suddenly raises his bow and shoots an arrow. Clark grabs it from mid-air, stopping it.
I hear a door open from behind us, and he shoots another arrow. Clark grabs me, moving us out of the way, as the arrow flies past us and into the person he walked in. Clark rushes over to the guy, and I direct my attention to the archer. "I'm not the bad guy here," he says. He walks toward the window, glancing back at me, before he disappears.
*later, that night*
As I'm sitting on the floor in the loft of the barn, I hear something crash into the floor. I look up, speaking. "Clark," I question. No answer. "Mom?" Still no answer. "Who is it," I shout, standing up. I walk down the steps, glancing around. "Hello?" I walk around a corner when I see a man in black.
Oh shit.
Suddenly, someone grabs me from behind, as the man in front of me runs toward me. I kick off the ground, kicking him in the stomach. He falls backward, and I flip myself over the guy behind me, punching him in the face. I run out of the barn, pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Clark's number. It rings for a few second when a bullet flies past my head. "Callie, hey."
"Clark, help! I'm in trouble," I beg when a different guy grabs me, knocking my phone out of my hand. "I'm at the farm," I shout, as he drags me backward.
Suddenly, everything goes black.
