Thats when I met him.
The clicking sound of my heels echoed on the hard, gravel ground as I walked breathlessly into the Trony Mall's car park. Giddy as an excited kid on Hanukkah, I couldn't help but grin.
Long story short, I had just purchased a metric tablet with a 20 percent discount off (which is rare to find a discount in Starling City these days!) The tablet's biometric file compressors are exactly what I will be needing for future anonymous transactions.
Ever since Officer Lance's IT dude was able to back track what i believed to be my "untraceable IP address" then followed by Slade's ability to intersect my conversations with Team Arrow, let's just say I have been taking more caution with what I use.
On the way to my car I knew I had made a mistake trying to juggle shopping bags, the tablet and scolding hot Chocolate Mocha coffee all at once. Its not my fault… two trips are for sissys. Blowing the stay hair on my forehead, I tried to ignore the stinging heat from the mocha. As I walked the items I was carrying felt heavier and my car felt farther and farther away. The coffee was already burning my hand. Almost there I whispered in comfort to myself.
That when the craziest thing happened, I felt like a moving wall had slammed into me. Looking up, I saw the idiot who couldn't walk straight and noticed it was a masked man who was obviously running from someone. I yelped in pain as most of the coffee that didn't slide on my hand scorched the boozo who bumped into me. He shrieked in pain but stumbled away from his pursuer.
His pursuer was so caught up with catching up to the masked man he didn't see me on the floor and stumbled over me.
That was how I met him.
The pursuer didn't look like your ordinary guy; he was in a black scuba dive looking suit with a blue bird logo imprinted on his chest. His hair was jet black and bright blue eyes that could pierce your soul.
"Watch it," he growled leaving me on the floor as he chased after the masked man.
"A little help would be nice" I muttered back at him.
But it was useless he was already long gone. I strained my eyes to look for my glasses that had just dropped when I heard screaming from the direction they ran in. I closed my eyes and gulped trying to shut out any bad thoughts. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach the scuba guy killed the masked man.
Fear consumed me. My ankle ached, I probably twisted it on my fall, the skin on my left hand was shriveled from the coffee burn and I couldn't find my glasses. It started to get really late but it was too painful to get up. I dug in my pocket and pressed speed dial by calling Diggle and then Roy. No answer. I didn't want to call Oliver under any circumstances. I wasn't sure if it was because I was too scared of hearing Laurel answer his phone for him or because things had gotten awkward between us since the incident in the mansion.
A deep voice boomed from behind me. "Are you alright?"
Finally someone with manners, I squinted to try seeing what my "savior" looked like but without my glasses I couldn't see zilch. He picked up my glasses and handed them to me as I answered his question.
I laughed and shook my head, "Um, of course I'm fine.. I mean why else would I be on the ground for 1 hour with my stuff scattered around me at 10 in the night."
The guy crouched down and began examining my leg.
"Your bleeding" he said softly as he put pressure on my calf to my ankle. The tingling sensation started to throb as his hand reached my ankle.
"Ouch! Could you please stop, it really hurts"
He nodded as he moved on to my scorched hand. I noticed how calmly his warm fingers danced on my delicate skin as if it were wet paper about to break. Just touching my hand was so soothing it almost my hand feel better.
As usual… I had to say something whenever someone was too quiet.
"Your really good at this" I murmured "Are you a doctor?"
He smiled slightly. He obviously knew what he was doing, his index finger trailed my pinky to test for served tendons which made me involuntarily flinch in pain.
I tried restraining my frown,"Well?"
"..It's not as bad as I thought."
I sighed in relief as he grimaced.
"But you twisted your ankle pretty badly. You'll be better in a week, and your hand is scorched and basically flaked off"
I scrunched my nose in disgust, "ewwww.. how am I supposed to drive, I can't feel a thing!"
The guy looked around at the mess in guilt almost as if he was the one that caused me pain "I'll drive you, come on," Before I could protest offering me his hand he asked, "May I?"
"S-sure" I stuttered while I wrapped my hands around his neck and showed him the direction to my Mini Cooper.
