I came to slowly. The first thing I registered was an arrow aiming a bow right in my face. I screeched and tried to back up, roll over, anything to move away. That's when I discovered that I was tied to a wall. "Holy mothetfucking shit dicks!!!!!" I screeched again.
"That sentence was nothing but cuss words," said the person holding the arrow to my face. I slowly began to subtly wriggle out of the ropes. "Do you know any others?" he mocked. "Of course I do, you simpleton," I snapped back. "I am the most articulate female that you will ever have the chance to meet, now screw off and untie me," I hissed.
"Not happening," the male said. "Why the fuck not?!?" I screeched at my captor. Just a bit more... "I have somewhere to be!" that last part was partly true, except that ace where I'm supposed to be, no one expected me to come. "Would that be because of that rave you ever so want to go to?" he said. In the light, I was able to see that it was Speedy, Green Arrow's side kick.
"Sorry, I'm not a party kind of gal," I sneered. "Oh rea-" he was cut off as my foot went flying toward his face. I slipped my arms for behind me and my hands went flying toward his jaw. I snatched the arrow from his hand as he was distracted. As he stumbled backwards, I kicked him in the place where even the moon won't shine. I grinned, satisfied with what I had done. But I saw no exit.
Great.
I ran around the room, moving around different things, hoping stupidly that I might accidentally trigger some sort of switch for a door. Must've been fucking lucky that day, because after tapping the floor a few times, I found a big red button that said ' DO NOT TOUCH'. Of course, as a human being, I touched it. Of course I would. It's in human instincts to touch The big red button that specifically says don't touch. Meh.
Anyway, after I touched the big red idiot button, the wall opened up in front of me. I sighed in relief and ran through the opening, clutching the arrow in my hand tightly. "Hey!" Speedy yelled after me. I just kept running. It was then I tried to take notes of my surroundings. And doing that it what made me stop. I stumbled over my feet as I looked at the portrait. Me as a 9 year old in the arms of my uncle Oliver. I collapsed onto the floor. No way... Oliver Queen is Green Arrow.
Speedy ran up behind me. I was still in shock so I didn't hear him approach. But when I felt him reaching out for me, I stabbed backwards with my arrow. He cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor right next to me. I watched as he looked at me in pain with a look of indifference. "Weak," was all I said before looking back at the portrait.
I smiled slightly, remembering that day clearly. "Speedy what's- oh my God!" said Green Arrow/Oliver Queen, running into the room. "Took you long enough," I said. I heard an arrow being drawn. "Stand down, uncle," I said, dining My best imitation of my mother whenever Oliver became just a protective as a dad. "Wha-" I heard the bow and arrow clatter to the floor. I remained smiling, looking at the portrait. "How did you-" uncle started. "I don't know," I said honestly. "Prove that you're... Her. Prove that your Persephone's daughter," Oliver/ Green Arrow demanded. I turned my head slowly to look at him. "You want me to do... that?" I asked him. "Yes. If you truly are her daughter, you're the only one who can do things like that," he said, hope rising in his voice. I turned my attention to Speedy and his wound. "Ahhhh~~" I began to vocalize, as necessary for this type of thing.
"My mind's a kaleidoscope, it thinks too fast
Blurs all the colors 'til I can't see past
The last mistake, the choice I made
Staring in the mirror with myself to blame
Sometimes I'm afraid of the thoughts inside
Nowhere to hide inside my mind
I'm scared that you'll compare and I'll look a lifetime past repair
I second guess myself to death, I re-solicit every step
What if my words are meaningless? What if my heart's misleading this?
I try to capture every moment as it comes to me
Bottle up the memories and let them keep me company"
I had placed my hand over his wound. I watched as the arrow dissolved into particles of orange light and the rejection began to take place.
"When the hope of morning starts to fade in me
I don't dare let darkness have its way with me
And the hope of morning makes me worth the fight
I will not be giving in tonight"
His wound began to stop bleeding.
"When I'm old and grey, or thirty, or whatever happens first,
I'll need you to reassure me I didn't waste a verse
Or worse, what if my life's work is reduced to just myself
Like never let you get a word in, while I dissect my mental health
Or lack thereof, whatever, there's too many things to track
I really can't remember if I'm insane or insomniac
Now days, all the kids want crazy, wanna diagnose themselves
Trade up made up epidemics, pass around prescription pills
But my disorder can't be cured by a bottle, blade, or dose
Self-disgust and selfishness tend to hold me awfully close
But I don't wanna let you see that, I don't want my friends to know
Self-disgust and selfishness take me everywhere I go"
I really wish that I had some sort of channeling for this. Healing takes a long time when I do it this way. Now I just need a way to channel...
"When the hope of morning starts to fade in me
I don't dare let darkness have its way with me
And the hope of morning makes me worth the fight
I will not be giving in tonight"
It wasn't exactly healing.... More like rejecting the event.
"Try as I might to keep it together
Why is recovery taking forever
Fool the whole world, just until I get better
I'm terrified I'll be faking forever
On and on I wonder what went wrong inside my head
I don't have to have the answers, but tonight I wish I did
All the pain I can't explain away won't fade
All the the secrets silenced by the shame
Don't make me say it
Don't make me say it
Don't make me say it
Don't make me say it
Don't make me say it
Don't make me say it
Don't make me say it"
The wound itself had begun to reverse. The Orange light emitting from my palms began to grow brighter.
"When the hope of morning starts to fade in me
I don't dare let darkness have its way with me
And the hope of morning makes me worth the fight
I will not be giving in tonight "
The wound was now healed and I was watching the fabric of his pants come together. "Believe it's me now?" I said to Oliver, giving him my signature smirk. The smirk the women of my family has had as a signature for generations. At least.... as far as I know....
It was then that I realized Speedy had passed out. Oops. Forgot about him for a minute there...
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Breaking (A Young Justice Fanfiction)
FanfictionShe is that one that roamed the streets. She is that one who took what she wanted. She is that one who avoided emotions. She is the one that was pitied. She is the one that is on top. Brought up on the streets of Gotham, I was raised to be a crook...
