"Oliver Queen, you have failed this city." The man in the hood said. Oliver was beaten, broken, and at a loss for words, because the man under the hood, was him.
Three hours earlier: Oliver had just exited Verdant as the morning drew nearer and nearer. The night was eventful. Three Vertigo pushers brought down, ten armed robberies foiled, and a shipment of SKR assault rifles up in smoke. He was happy, maybe to happy. And that's probably why he missed the hooded figure enter the Foundry when he wasn't looking. Oliver headed home. It was quite, dark, and full of pain. He headed to his room and lay down. He fell asleep shortly. Then, a sharp, stabbing pain racked his body. Blood squeezed out of an open wound in his leg. And ebony arrow shaft was sticking out of the incision, and at the end where three fletching. An arrow with green and yellow fletching. His arrow. He looked up from the wound and saw a man in a green hood looking down upon him, aiming a bow and arrow at him. "Oliver Queen, you have failed this city!" Oliver jumped out of his bed, rolled, and stood. As he rolled, he broke the arrow shaft and pulled it out. He ran towards the intruder, and kicked him in the knee. The intruder drew back his leg and punched Oliver in the throat. To any normal man, that would be an end blow, but Oliver has been through too much to let a sucker punch stop him. He swung his leg around and round house kicked the man in the solar plexus, bashing the wind out of him. Oliver flipped over him and tore the hood off of his head. Oliver froze. The man under the hood was him. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. With the blood on your hands, it's no surprise your soul would eventually come back to haunt you." Oliver swung his fist, but hit nothing. This man, this mirror image of him, drove back into the shadows. Three arrows flew out of the darkness, hitting Oliver in the shoulder, thigh, and wrist. He screamed in agony. Then, his eyes went cold, and he ripped the arrows out of him. The animal inside was about to be unleashed. "There you go, Ollie. Come on, show me what you're made of. Show me the killer inside." Oliver lunged at the man, and drove one of the arrows into the Mirrors shoulder. "You. Don't. Know. ME!" Oliver yelled into the Mirrors obsidian eyes. The Mirror laughed. It was dark and cold, just like its eyes. "Of course I know you. I am you." Oliver shoved another arrow into the Mirrors knee. It hardly flinched. Then, it retaliated. It kneed Oliver in the groin, then punched him in the solar plexus. Oliver was winded. He stumbled back. "I am your every sin, your every empty promise, your every scar. I am you." Oliver was half crumpled on the ground, then, he stood. He faced the demon in front of him. His demons, the ones he was never able to face until today. "Tommy, Slade, Shadow," Oliver began. The Mirror's smile faded. "Yoi Fi, Sarah. All of them, in one way or another, I failed. There are more, but I choose not to list them, because I have redeemed myself. I saved this city, I saved them. Now it's time that I saved myself." The Mirror's smile returned. "You will never-." Oliver grabbed the bow out of the Mirrors hands and ripped the final arrow out of his leg. Then, he knocked, aimed, and fired into the Mirrors chest. The Mirror looked down, back up and smiled his cold, dark smile. "You're free from me, for the moment. But you, Oliver Queen, will always have me to deal with. Your sins are never far behind you." "And ill plant another arrow in your ass, the next time I see you." Then, the Mirror vanished, leaving nothing but his suit and bow behind. There wasn't even a tear in the chest of his jacket. He placed his suit onto his body, and flipped the hood over his head. He grabbed his bow and left out the window, then, rode his motor bike into the sunset, ready for another nights of work.