The Return
The city was burning.
Outside in the streets, demons, thugs, and vampires ran rampant. In the skies, this devil that the news had dubbed as "Sark" was flying loose. He was quite elusive and fast, and had pretty much crushed all hope when he trounced Angel into the ground.
Angel lived, but barely. He was still recovering, I was told.
...and I...I did nothing.
The phone call came, I ignored it. Instead, I took Maria out for coffee to work on a business plan.
A BUSINESS PLAN.
What had I become? Had I allowed the death of Superman and that day so long ago to crush any shred of who I once was? Had I died and become my father in the wake of such tragedy? Allowing only my world to carry on, not caring about the world out there?
I stand in the quietness of my office, the fire in the fire place a quiet crackle. Such a surreal scene, as opposed to the chaos I was viewing down on the streets. I had sent Maria home. She was frightened, I didn't blame her. Once she was upstairs and locked in, I'd have security watching her place, much like they were here. Explaining the somehow miraculous event that my building had thus far gone untouched.
I watch as a car gets flipped below me, and let out a slow breath.
I turn and look over my shoulder. My eyes narrow.
I press a button on my intercom on the desk.
"Mercy. We've got work to do."
I cross and pull the bow down off the wall.
It was time for JUSTICE
---
It's amazing how well the suit still fits. It's invigorating, the life it gives, the memories it provides. All at once I am him again. I'm not Oliver.
I'm the Green Arrow.
...and the Green Arrow is pissed.
I dash along the rooftops scanning the streets, senses open.
A scream to my left.
A glance downward, a girl cornered into an alley. Three figured advancing on her. Their bumpy faces tell me all I need to know.
Vampires.
Like a flash I grab three arrows from my quiver, and in tandem pull them into the bow and let loose.
The three arrows fly downwards, carriers of wooden death, and explode through the chests of each vampire...who in turn erupts into a cloud of dust.
I scale down the fire escape nearest me and dash across the alley to help the girl up.
"Are you okay?"
"Who...who are you?"
"Who am I? I..."
I grin.
"...I'm back."
((Open))
Outside in the streets, demons, thugs, and vampires ran rampant. In the skies, this devil that the news had dubbed as "Sark" was flying loose. He was quite elusive and fast, and had pretty much crushed all hope when he trounced Angel into the ground.
Angel lived, but barely. He was still recovering, I was told.
...and I...I did nothing.
The phone call came, I ignored it. Instead, I took Maria out for coffee to work on a business plan.
A BUSINESS PLAN.
What had I become? Had I allowed the death of Superman and that day so long ago to crush any shred of who I once was? Had I died and become my father in the wake of such tragedy? Allowing only my world to carry on, not caring about the world out there?
I stand in the quietness of my office, the fire in the fire place a quiet crackle. Such a surreal scene, as opposed to the chaos I was viewing down on the streets. I had sent Maria home. She was frightened, I didn't blame her. Once she was upstairs and locked in, I'd have security watching her place, much like they were here. Explaining the somehow miraculous event that my building had thus far gone untouched.
I watch as a car gets flipped below me, and let out a slow breath.
I turn and look over my shoulder. My eyes narrow.
I press a button on my intercom on the desk.
"Mercy. We've got work to do."
I cross and pull the bow down off the wall.
It was time for JUSTICE
---
It's amazing how well the suit still fits. It's invigorating, the life it gives, the memories it provides. All at once I am him again. I'm not Oliver.
I'm the Green Arrow.
...and the Green Arrow is pissed.
I dash along the rooftops scanning the streets, senses open.
A scream to my left.
A glance downward, a girl cornered into an alley. Three figured advancing on her. Their bumpy faces tell me all I need to know.
Vampires.
Like a flash I grab three arrows from my quiver, and in tandem pull them into the bow and let loose.
The three arrows fly downwards, carriers of wooden death, and explode through the chests of each vampire...who in turn erupts into a cloud of dust.
I scale down the fire escape nearest me and dash across the alley to help the girl up.
"Are you okay?"
"Who...who are you?"
"Who am I? I..."
I grin.
"...I'm back."
((Open))