My name is Jaune Arc. For five years, I was stranded on hell on earth, but I have returned to my city with one goal, to save my city. With the help of my friends Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha, I have become something else. I have become someone else. I became, The Arrow. With all the criminals in my City, and a less than useful police force, people like Roman Torchwick; The Dark Archer, thrive.
Three months later
I was wrong. Even with my mother's betrayal of Torchwick, the Undertaking has commenced. An Earthquake machine is set to destroy the Vale. We have been looking everywhere, but we cannot find the machine. I walked into the lair, where Ren was hard at work on his computer.
"Any luck?" I asked
"None more than a few leads on his wife's murder." He replied
I looked at him, thinking back to when I confronted Torchwick the first time. He had mentioned something about creating his plan for vengeance was started for his wife. His wife, Indigo, died at the Vale Subway Entrance.
"Ren, check the subway cameras."
He pulled them up, and I saw a glowing, green device sitting abandoned.
"Call Nora and Pyrrha, tell them to suit up and head to the subway. Roman is mine"
As I was walking over to the device, I noticed a figure looming in the shadows, he wore pitch black, but his fiery orange hair gave him away. He was Roman Torchwick, the Dark Archer, multi-billionaire, and father of my best friend Sage Torchwick. He planted a device that would set off an earthquake underneath the old subway system inside of the Vale. He turned and spoke to me.
"Jaune Arc, even after I kidnapped you, tortured you, and left you to die, you still haunt me? Be gone, my wife died here, and now the Vale will die here, filled with rotten thieves, crooks, and gangs."
I nocked an arrow and aimed for his heart, " Torchwick! Not all people who live here are beyond saving; there are families here, children, and wives. You don't have to do this."
He pulled the midnight hood over his head. " You're wrong, I have to. I never had a choice."
He pulled the trigger out of his suit, and pushed the button. The machine started to shake and quiver. "No!" I yelled in a voice that was not my own. I shot the arrow into his shoulder, piercing his body. He yelled out in pain, breaking off the arrow and pulling out his bow. He nocked two arrows and fired them towards me. I deflected the first but the other caught me in the arm. We grappled for a moment, the started fighting. He threw punch after punch; I was just able to counter them. He let his defense slip, and I furiously kicked him in the abdomen. People like him; Stalin, Hitler, the Clintons, who thought they could use who ever they wanted, kill whoever they wanted, and believed they could escape the law, it made me see red. The last three were finally taken care of by the law*, but Torchwick believed himself outside the law. So someone like me had to end him. He grabbed me in a chokehold, and held me to face my friends, Spartan, and Arsenal. He laughed at them and gloated about a new future, he didn't realize that I had grabbed one of his flechettes, and prepared to sacrifice my self. I stabbed through my arm, into his heart, he cried out in agony as I fell to the ground. Pyrrha and Nora grabbed my arms and carried me to safety, as we boarded the van, I turned to look at the Dark Archer, dead, on the ground, just like his wife all those years ago.
*( I believe that in this timeline, both Clintons are in jail.)
Please favorite and follow if you enjoyed, if you see anything grammatically, or have an idea for a story, shoot me a pm. Have a nice day y'all.
