Authors Disclaimer: I understand that in the original YJ TV show Black Canary and Green Arrow are too young to have children on the team. For purposes of the story, I bumped up there ages a bit. Now when the team is founded, BC (Black Canary) is 33 and GA is 40. Sorry to anyone who is annoyed at that (if you are, then why are you reading FanFiction?).
6 years before the founding of the team.
The main reason I did it was because I was bored, that's how I see it - at least now. When it happened I wasn't sure what to make of it. Maybe it was because everything happened so fast, maybe it was because I was seven and nothing really made sense. The only thing that did was that it happened and there was nothing I could do about it.
I had snuck into the training room, my parents were away for the afternoon and my babysitter was asleep upstairs. It was perfect. Pressing in the code on the keypad the door slid open with just a slight click. Stepping cautiously inside I walked straight over to the gear cupboard, my seven-year-old mind thinking this was somehow a good idea. Opening the cupboard I grabbed my dads Bow and a quiver full of arrows. This was my chance! To prove that I could be a hero just like he and Mom are. Since I don't have the Canary Cry like mom I had to use arrows - less cool but still way awesome! Slinging the heavy quiver over my shoulder and taking the bow in both of my seven-year-old hands, I left the room and quietly tiptoed through the house - trying not to wake the babysitter or more importantly alert my sister. That was the last thing I needed. Charlotte coming out of nowhere being responsible - Thankfully she wasn't anywhere downstairs.
I opened the back door and stepped out into the sun. Walking across the backyard I slipped into the mini hedge maze. Step after step I felt safer and safer. Finally, I got to the center of the maze were a target was set up. Pulling an arrow back I shot, I hit the target - On the very edge. But I did hit it! I shot, again and again, Missing and missing again. But my optimistic seven-year-old brain believed that I was getting better. I tried a trick that I had seen Dad do, I spun on the spot and shot at the same time. What I heard was not the thunk of the arrow hitting the wood, instead, it was a cry of pain and a thud as something heavy feel to the ground. I knew who it was before I even dropped the bow to go help her. Charlot, she had been walking behind the hedge when I shot the arrow and this time, this one time. It didn't miss.
I ran to her as fast as I could, she was collapsed on the grass. The arrow sticking out of her side and blood leaking from the wound. Coloring the grass and dirt a reddish brown.
"Char!" I yelled "Char! Help! Please!" I cried out in desperation. I called and called, sobbing and yelling until the babysitter came running down and out to help. It was all a blur after that, the ambulance came and Mum and Dad came home. We spent a lot of time in the hospital. She was ok, the only thing she got out of it was a scar that ran across her side. But I felt bad about it, even as a seven-year-old all I wanted was her to be ok and she was - but nothing was the same after that. There was always a hint of disgust when she talked to me, or maybe it was hate. I didn't know and I didn't want to.
"Jamie?" Dad said softly to me - pulling me out of whatever fantasy I was in (or nightmare).
"Yeah" I replied, scared for what was about to come.
"We need to talk about what happened to your sister," he said, sternly.
"I know"
Chapter 1 is done! I hope you liked it, Chapter 2 should be out soon. Please leave a Review and Favorite it. I like getting reviews so please write them. Thanks!