Archers of the Multiverse- Book One

Chapter 8- Green Arrow

"wE aLl KnOW yOu'Re goiNG tO wIn." The Hood commented.

Oliver found himself back in the white room, looking at the giant TV that took up the wall.

"Yeah, Clint and I are gonna kick your ass." Oliver threatened.

"oH no, nOt CLiNTon," The Hood laughed hysterically. "OnLy OnE of YOu wIlL bE lEAVIng thIs cONtEsT ALIve."

"Nice try, Hood." Oliver said. "I won't leave here without Clint." 

"WeLL yoU'Re nOt WIth hIm nOW. AnD I musT SaY, hE's HAVing A liTTle TROUbLe WITh the JOkER." 

Suddenly the Joker's laugh echoed through the white room. It sounded as if it was coming from beneath the floor.

"HAHAHAHA!!! You have lotsa arrows there, don't ya Hawky? Well, you're not the only one with tricks!!!!"

Suddenly, another laugh echoed through the room. Clint was now laughing with the Joker. In between his short gasps of air, one word sounded throughout the room.

"Help"

"Give me a chance to fight with him." Oliver demanded.

"Oh, nO. I'M afrAid THis iS tHe TWISt oF ThE FINAl RouNd. The MERry BAnD oF ARcheRs aRe goiNG SOLO!" The Hood had a hint of pleasure in his voice. What kind of sick game was this?

All Oliver could do was listen to Clint's terrifying laughter. It got louder, and louder, and louder.

Then it stopped.

Oliver was back in the darkness.

"CLINT!!" He called.

"Well, I guess that's my cue!" A voice sounded. Oliver couldn't pinpoint the origin of the voice. As he tried to decipher the location, he was kicked in the back of the skull.

"BULLSEYE!" The voice screamed. Oliver collapsed, his head throbbing.

"You don't mind if I smoke, do ya?" The voice asked. "I mean, I'm already dead. This ain't gonna kill me again."

The lighter flickered over his assailant's face. He had a bullseye carved in to his skull, and it looked like he was carrying a sniper rifle on his back, along with two Glocks in his two holsters.

"Name's Lester." He said. "I'm supposed to kill you."

"But.... The Hood just said I was going to win." Oliver tried to distract by talking.

"Well, I've never really been known to follow directions." Lester smiled.

"The Hood will find you. He has been tracking us this whole time." Oliver warned him.

"Oh, I know." Lester said. "I know he's here, but he won't interfere. You see, I'm not supposed to be here. But the rules of his little game clearly state that you have to defeat EVERYONE. He can't take me out of the game, because he needs me to keep it running. So let's dance, archer."

Oliver stayed on the ground as Lester kicked him over on to his back, and pulled out his Glock.

"Nobody to save you now."

But of course, Lester was wrong. Oliver heard the laugh before he saw the figure.

Their faces were ghostly white, their mouths were red as blood, shaped in to a permanent smile. They both has green hair, and one wore a purple tuxedo. The other had on his marksman gear, and his bow and quiver of arrows.

"Hey Archer #2!" The Joker laughed. "Sorry I stole your friend! But we're the most badass Dynamic Duo this place has ever seen!"

Clint laughed as hard as the Joker, and pulled out a gun.

'BANG!" He yelled as he pulled the trigger, but it was a joke gun. All that came out was a little banner that literally said BANG. 

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAAH!"

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!"

The Joker and Clint fell on the floor laughing, clutching their sides.

"The fuck is going on here?" Lester asked.