-At the edge of Starling City- (2 AM) AZURE
The tip of the arrow pierces through the man's skin, drawing little drops of blood to fall down the man's exposed torso. The gloved hand yanks the weapon back before shoving it completely through his neck, to where the arrow head could be seen poking out the other side of his throat. His panting breath seized with a ragged gasp, making his tormenter grin broadly. The hands pulled back, letting the man fall limp to the ground, looking like a ragged doll, that was wet with the pools of his own blood. Slowly the woman peeled off her now crimson red gloves and set them beside the corpse before plucking her earphones out of the coat pocket that was thrown carelessly to the front of the small room, and put them in. Immediately the music filled her senses, bringing her heavenly bliss. Her eyes shined with distaste as she looked down at her latest victim, James Rolle. She lifted her phone up and took a picture of him, only minutes after death. She then pulled an old ragged piece of paper out of her pocket and looked down at it. She read through the list of names for the thousandth time, before pulling a pencil out of the same pocket and delicately (so she didn't break through the thin paper) crossed out the third name down. She stuffed the paper back into her pocket, humming the familiar song:
"You could beat the world
You could beat the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door
You can throw your hands up
You can beat the clock
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
You can be a master
Don't wait for luck"
She turned around, strolled casually to the door, and vanished into the night.
-Arrowcave- (9 AM, Later that day) OLIVER
Oliver paced back and forth, left hand clutching the morning paper, and right hand squeezing his glass. He scanned over the headline again, in his fury his glass broke under the intense pressure. He winced in pain before pulling the pieces of glass out of his palm. The Arrow had been too late to save that man, Rolle's life. He blamed himself partially for the death and had already started to drink some whiskey after reading the paper. Well, rather he took one glance at the headline and knew what had happened. The editors had really outdone themselves this time Oliver thought irritably. The first thing that you noticed was the big bold words at the top, "Fifth Murder in 2 days, Where is the Arrow?", and at least half the paper was about the new killer in Starling City, who goes by the alias of 'Azure', just Azure. He didn't understand them at all, it seemed like such a random grouping of people to viciously murder. The only connection to all the men was an obvious dead end; his father.