Big Problem, Little Time

Chapter VI: Roy Harper's P.O.V.

I just woke up. No idea what time it was, no idea where I was, no idea how I got all the cuts and bruises. I felt like complete crap, I was only in my boxers, I saw my bow and a few arrows, I needed them so bad. I went to get up and realized I was zip tied, handcuffed, roped and duct-taped to a chair. "Well Crap." I said to no one. My feet were only duct-taped to the chair so I started at the feet. After 20 long minutes of rubbing and kicking I was free from the tape. I had no idea what to do from there. I fell over on the floor and then saw it. A time bomb. 1 hour 30 minutes and 10 seconds. "Oh God please no. Oliver! Oliver! Dinah! Mia! Anyone! Barry! Who the hell is there that can here me!" Footsteps. "I'm here Mr. Harper." The figure said. "Oh my god, no, get away from me you bastard!" I screamed. "Don't worry, it will only hurt a bit." Said Count Vertigo grinning with the two needles in his hand.