"I left Starling to stop being a vigilante."
"Then don't be a vigilante, be a hero."
Olivia Theresa Wells.
Former member of the League of Assassins.
Current member of Team Arrow.
Codename: The Nightingale.
After two years working with the Arrow...
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—REWRITTEN—
Barry runs every civilian out of the train station, leaving Harkness and us alone. Barry then comes over to stand in between me and Oliver. Me and Oliver raise our bows, ready to shoot. "Get on the ground," Oliver says.
Harkness laughs. "Now why would I want to do that?" He asks.
"You hurt a friend of mine," Oliver says.
"You really think there's anywhere in the world you could run where we won't find you?" I ask.
"Hmm, probably not," He says. "Which is why I have a contingency in place." He presses on something. "Five bombs planted throughout Starling," He says. "Now, you can stop me, or you can stop the bombs. But you can't do both. Bombs are armed. In 90 seconds, this city will be on fire."
We turn to Barry. "Go," We say in unison. Barry then speeds out.
After Barry leaves, we start fighting. We shoot arrows at him, which he deflects. We then run at him, deflecting boomerangs. Oliver flips on a wall and I shoot Harkness. He deflects my arrow, but then Oliver shoots him with an arrow that pins him to the wall.
"Stop the countdown!" Oliver yells.
"Go to hell."
"Last chance!" Oliver yells. I raise my bow and arrow at him, but don't shoot. As Oliver puts a hand on an arrow in his quiver.
"Or what? You'll inflict pain?" He asks. "Ah, I can tell you've done it before, so let me ask you this-- why are you hesitating? Ten more seconds. We should be able to see at least, ah, three explosions from here." Then we wait a while and nothing happens. "You think you've accomplished something here? You think you not killing me makes you strong? It just means... You're weak."
"It means I have some humanity left," Oliver says and I hear Barry run in behind us.
He looks at me and laughs, "Kill me. You're not weak. I can see it in you eyes... you're dying to... you want to... a bloodlust." At that word, I shoot near him. The arrow scraping his ear, hitting the wall next to him. I walk up closer to him and slam his head on the wall.
"I will never be like you. I. Am. Not. A. Killer," I say and pull away, then mutter, "Not anymore." Me and Oliver then start walking away to Barry. Before we do, we turn around and we each shoot him in a leg. He groans out in pain and we turn to Barry.
"You just couldn't resist, could you?" He says. He puts and arm around my shoulder and lowers his face to my ear. "I'm proud of you."
I smile and look up at him, "Yeah. I'm proud of me too."
