No Rest For The Wicked (disclaimer)

He came out of no where.

Like a ship in the night.

Like a soul who sought out fellow sinners.

To cast out judgment.

He never showed his face.

To hear his arrow, to hear a grovly voice meant death.

You're only warning was the truth.

You had failed.

I wondered who he was.

What he had lost.

Why he hid in the dark along with the rest of us.

What was he seeking besides redemption?

Punishment?

What was his reward?

Besides our blood on his hands.

Who else in Starling City had failed?

He was a monster.

And a savior.

Who really was the man behind the green hood?

How had he failed?

I knew he was coming.

I could feel it.

The world felt cold.

I kept looking.

Looking in the mirror.

Behind me.

Over and over.

Still no one.

No masked vigilante.

No silent killer.

I felt what I did deserved much worse.

But you couldn't choose your sentencing.

Not even him.

Not even The Arrow.

I locked my door for the last time.

I walked out.

Every step, every breath I took-would never happen again.

I felt something.

Something in the shadows of Starling.

I never looked back.

I knew what had to happen.

An arrow flew straight into my path.

"Melissa Mendel! You have failed this city!"

Those final words struck my heart before the arrow could.

My eyes flashed betrayal.

Why?

That's something I would never know the answer to.

Light hit his face.

I looked into the eyes of my killer.

They were sky blue.

Full of a death that was his own.

My blood fell to the earth.

I fell with it.

Fin.