"Dad, archery is such a bore" my brother complains, and he misses the target by a few inches
"it is a skill one must learn" my father answers, I notch my arrow and took a breath-exhale and release.
Thawk, the arrow hits the middle of the target.
"nicely done Alexandra" my father says, my brother groans and shoots another arrow, it impales itself in the fense
"I like fighting so much better, I always beat you" my brother slumps down in a chair
"you're such a liar, I always pin you to the floor- you squirm like a worm" I tease, and my brother lunges at me
"children" my father steps in, we both stop immediately "it's time for lunch" was all he said, but we knew that he was a little mad.
"yes dad" my brother groans, and we follow him inside
(19 years later)
"Bullet wound to the chest, internal hemorrhaging, and extreme blood loss" I hear the paramedic say,
"take him to surgery 2" I said, running along with the gurney, "and prep him" I add to the people running after me.
2 hrs:
"Police have started to clear out of the Glades" the reported said, as I stretch my arms, and cracked my back,
"How are you going to guarantee the safety of the people living in the Glades when all the policemen are gone" the reporter asked,
"where is the vigilante?" I hear my friend Lila say, as she gets a bottle of water. We're both dressed in dark blue scrubs,
"who knows" I said with a poker face "taking a break?" I said,
"well he better come back fast" Lila exclaimed, and walked out of the room.
"Oliver where are you?" I asked, as I stared at the new reporter on the tv.
(years ago)
"next time you try to kill yourself, at least have me near by" I snap at Oliver, we were in the dark Arrow cave, with dimly lit lights. "and you need to brighten and clean this place up" I added after I finished sewing up his wound.
"okay" he responded, as he got up,
"I think you should bring in Felicity" I said after disposing the gloves in a bag, "she's a really good IT person, and honestly- you kind a need it" I said pointing to the computer that Oliver barely used.
"let me think about it" was all Oliver said,
"yeah you do that" I replied
It had been a year since I talked to Oliver, me going overseas to work at different hospitals literally put some distance between him and I. But even when I was overseas, the "vigilante" was doing good- he stopped his killing spree, and brought people to justice. Not hearing about him made me uneasy, he could be dead, hurt, or just in a tight spot- and no one even knows. Well other than his Arrow crew. I walked out of the locker room, dressed back in civilian clothes, when my phone vibrates in my pocket, I pull it out, and it says
still alive, will talk later.
This is a start, I'm not sure if I want to start a whole new story for the Arrow, but if this gets good reviews- I'll continue it. :) ~Helena
