Randomnormality: hey everyone, new story in form. Hopefully I get enough reviews that inspires me to complete this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville, or any characters from the show, but all of the characters you do not recognize are my original creations.
AN: This is a rather dark story and will be rated for Mature due to violence, language and possible future lemons.
Prologue- Mission Reluctantly Accepted
Heroes. Villains. This world is filled with both of them. Both, who believe their ideals are obsolete. Both, who put forth everything they have to climb the pedestals of society. Both, who become so blind in their life-long missions, no matter how different they are.
Humans can be so fickle.
I am not a hero, nor am I villain. I don't risk my life for ideals so close to my heart. I don't even have a heart, not figuratively speaking. I do what is requested of me, solely based on the fact that it is my existence to do so. I do it because I must, I have no choice.
"A solo mission?" I question into the ear piece, my fingers pulling up the zipper of my black, lycra cat suit, the cool material encasing my body firmly.
"I'm afraid the others are tied up at the moment for more important matters. Besides, this is something I know you will get done," the masculine tone replies, leaving no room for argument's sake.
Not that I'd argue, I am the best at what I do, "What's the mission?"
Twirling the twin katana blades in my hands expertly, I slide them into their respective sheaths, one of the handles lying against my right shoulder blade, the second handle resting against the left side of my lower back. Lifting my boot-clad feet, I slip a smaller throwing dagger into the secret sheath hidden between my ankle and the leather that encased my lower leg.
"We've gotten reports that The Green Arrow has been found lurking around some of our facilities. He and his little team have been causing quite a mess and I want it taken care of," the male voice instructs coldly.
Twirling a thin blade between the fingers of my left hand, I slip it into the hidden sheath located in the right sleeve of my outfit, "So, find and dispose of 'im then?"
"I want you to do more than dispose of him. I want you to find out everything you can about him and bury it into the dirt. I want you to find out everything about The Green Arrow and bring him to his knees. He'll be an example for all those who oppose the Organization."
Standing upright, I glance into the mirror about the dresser. It's easy to see the black ink marking my neck, and if I wasn't clothed at the moment, people would see just how much of my upper body that the black ink covers. My deep purple eyes, the blank gaze, so unnatural, but fitting for what I am, the single plum-colored hollowed star tattooed to my temple reminding me constantly of what I am.
"Mission accepted, or declined?"
As if he needed to ask such a question, I glare at my reflection, "Mission accepted."
"Good. Remember what will happen if you fail me," he says nonchalantly, but the warning still laces his voice.
Hearing him hang up, my hand clenches into a fist. One of these days, that bastard will get what's coming to him, and hopefully I'll be the one to do so. Doing a quick search on the internet, I learn Green Arrow sightings are most prodomonant throughout Metropolis.
Looks like I'm in for a long ride.
