News about this new green-cladded vigilante spread throughout Starling City like a plague. Its Oliver Queen. All the facts line up. Oliver Queen returned back after five years from an island. The vigilante returned at the same time. Oliver had to eat somehow, so he made himself a bow and hunted. The vigilante has a bow. It all makes perfect sense. Two days Oliver Queen has been back, and two days the vigilante has been here.
***
I'm laying in bed watching the news, for more information about this vigilante that I can actually report to the police that Oliver Queen is infact the vigilante. I receive a phone call and the caller is Laurel. I pick up immediately. "What's up, Laurel?"
"Well, I just spoke with Tommy, and he said that he spoke with the Queens, and you now have a job. They should call you any minute now."
I am shook. I didn't think I would actually get a job there. "I'll have to quit my job at Big Belly Burger. No more 'friend discounts' for you now." I chuckle. I can tell she's smiling at the other end. "So, um, how have things been for you. I know it must have been hard, seeing the guy who cheated on you and got your sister killed simultaneously."
"I'm fine, I told him that I wished he had rotted on that island longer than five years and then at Tommy's party he told me to stay away from him. Weird, right?"
"Yes, it is. But this Hood guy sorta helped you out on the Adam Hunt case, so I guess that's the only upside to Oliver being back."
"Wait, are you trying to say that Oliver is this Hood guy? Are you crazy?"
"I dunno maybe. But he came back the same day the Hood got here."
"Okay, whatever. I've got a case to work on. Bye." She hangs up.
I need to go see who this Hood is. Tonight I will.
I grab my black hoodie from the back of my closet, hidden just in case of inspection. I open up sock drawer and from underneath all of the socks I draw out a gun and a few cases of 9mm. I gear up, and then exit the complex from the back door like I usually do when I decide to go give criminals justice. I run throughout the city, examining each block, looking for suspicious activity. Fortunately, as it is the dead of night, no one is out on the streets and the surveillance cameras won't be able to get a clear shot of me.
***
Hours later, I decide to give up on this vigilante hunt. I hear gun shots in the direction of the Glades, so naturally, as a vigilante, I sprint over there.
When I arrive over at the Glades, I'll admit I was panting from running such a far distance at such a pace I was going, I see a gruff looking man with broad shoulders standing over a dead body. Daniel Brickwell. He's been leaving a string of bodies all over the Glades and robbing banks as well.
As it is that I just got here, nobody knows I'm here. I raise my gun, point it at his head, cock it, and pull the trigger. He doesn't flinch. He turns around and faces me. I've never actually gone up against Brickwell before, but he can sense my trepidation.
"Well, well, well. I didn't know we had a new player in the game. Looks like you already took your one shot. Looks like I'll have to kill you now." He starts heading towards me. I fire at least a dozen shots, yet none seem to affect him. Now I'm out of ammo and it's kinda hard to reload when you are in the middle of a fight.
From the rooftop, and archer fires a shot at Brickwell. It does nothing. The archer jumps off the roof and, from what I can see, onto Brickwell, thus knocking him on the ground. They engage in a fist fight. The archer has a much smaller figure than Brickwell, but he is much more agile and lithe. Eventually, Brickwell falls on the asphalt, unconscious. The archer runs off, and I follow him.
"Wait!" I yell, hoping that the archer does as I say. I doubt he will.
Much to my surprise, the archer stops. "What. Are you going to thank me for saving your life? Let's not make it a habit. You distracted me from doing what I set off to do. Stop trying to be a hero." Ouch. That hurt.
"Okay, thank you for saving my life. And if you want to be a vigilante, start helping people by fighting crime instead of going after millionaires and billionaires. Mr. Queen," I say, putting as much emphasis on my words as I deem necessary.
He draws his bow on me and walks towards me. "Who are you?" He says, very grimly. I wouldn't be surprised if he let the bowstring go and an arrow got impaled in my chest.
"I am no one, actually. I am just trying to help the people in the Glades. I hope you decide to help me one day. And don't worry, I'm not going to tell any one who you are. It was too easy to figure out, actually."
"Come here in this alley tomorrow night, 11:30. We can continue this discussion later." And just like that, he's off. Hopefully he doesn't kill me.
A/N:
Wow! Two chapters in two days. I am impressed with myself. Are these decent sized chapters? Should I make them longer?
And yes I did put a villain from season three into season one because I am a boss. Actually I'm not. So I know that nobody is really reading this, but how is it lol.
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