Chapter 1: How the Hell Did I Get Into This Mess?
I stared at the male that I had drug of my balacony, he was soaking wet because of the rain. He was all decked out in green and was for some reason wearing a mask and wielding a bow. Did he just come from a costume party in a rough part of town? Because this wasn't a normal bow. I took the bow and arrows off of him and tossed them somewhere in the confinds of my room. I didn't want to leave him with a weapon, just in case he was evil and wanted to attack me.
Here the male laid on my pale grey carpet, getting it wet and possibly blood stained. I bit my lip and tried to remember all of those medic and first aid classes I took over the span of my teen years. All those medical books I read and shit like that. I knew I needed to check his pulse.
Bending down at the waist, I reached over and checked the pulse of his neck, and it was going strong, but a bit weak. I let out a small little sigh, knowing I wouldn't have to preform CPR on a random stranger. Now all I had to do was clean his wound and stitch it up. I made my way to my closet as I pulled out the small suitcase that held my first aid kit. My benefactor always teased me about wanting to take all the medical and firstaid classes I could as a child. I couldn't help it, I was just facinated with helping people and how the human body worked. I wanted to help save lives, getting the rush of being a hero. That's why I wanted to be a doctor, to save lives.
I brought the black and red little suitcase over to him, I then switched on all of the lights in my bedroom. I saw the male flinch when the lights hit him, that was a good sign, that meant he was slowly starting to wake up. I made my way back to him and lightly tapped his cheek, making him wince.
I knew I had to get him to my bathroom, because I didn't want to have blood soaking up my carpet, looking like a scene fro CSI; Starling City Edition. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and began to drag him gently across the expanse of my dusty gray carpter. Mission acomplished and I had managed to drag him across to my bathroom. I gently laid him down on the floor, using a random stacks of pillows as a pillow. I took a deep breath as I pushed his hood down, being able to get a good look at him.
Damn he was sexy, with five o'clock stuble and a strong chisled jaw and everything. I shook my head as I felt myself almost drool over his male beauty. I could feel my typical 18 year old hormones start to flare, even though I was a nerd, still didn't mean I didn't like a good looking member of the male species.
I took a deep breath as I forced myself to be serious, the male could be seriously hurt and here I was drooling over him. I was his best chance of recovering, before I called the paramedics, I need to check him out. Not like that, you perverted side of my brain. I growled at my inner-monolouge as it began to scold itself. I sighed as I knew I needed to remove the shirt-tunic type thing that he wore. I needed to check his wounds, to make sure it wasn't serious. I didn't want to pull his shirt over his head Just incase I bumped it and caused more of a concusion then he already could have.
I then remembered my medical kit that I had left in my bedroom and went to fetch it. Once I came back, I opened it up and began to gather what I needed. I grabbed some metal scissors, then realized it was a simple hoodie design and I unzipped it. I tossed the shirt somewhere in my bathroom and then I cut up the under shirt and threw it aside.
I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight that I saw. Holy mother...of abalicious. Talk about washboard abs. Those scars didn't seem to take away from his manly perfection, if not it made him seem more sexy...and dangerous. I could almost feel myself start to drool again, but I didn't. I forced my hormonal state back. I seriously needed to get my ass laid.
I pushed my 18 year old hormones back into their place and then I transformed into my medic state. I began to scan his body for the bleeding wound, and I found it. It was a pretty large gash on his side, about 8 inches long and looked 4 inches deep. I could see some the fatty tissue and knew that I would have to stitch it up.
I really didn't remember how to stitch people up, so I wondered if Youtube had a video for that. I quickly grabed my phone off of the sink and activated the app and began looking. The first video I found was decently useful and I began to watch it. I put my phone on the toliet right next to me. I began to stare at the screen as I grabbed some iodine as the thing had instructed me to do, to disinfect the area. I then pulled out the box of Q tips that I had, placing some gloves on. I began to dab the iodine around the wound and then grabbed the random suture kit that I had. I had almost everything in this kit, it was like a military medic grade of one. I got it as a graduation present from my mother. What did she think I was going to open up a small medical office in my apartment or something? The video instructed me to next, soak the needle in some rubbing alochol. I was glad that I had special suture kit, that came in the medical kit. I began to clean the needle and get the thread ready. I slipped on some sterile gloves and began to get to work. I tried to think of what I could use a numbing agent. Then I remembered that I din't have any, so the dude would have to grin and bare it. i was glad that he was out for this.
I took a deep breath as bent forward and began to stitch his wound, and before I could finish the first stitch, I felt an arm grab ahold of mine in a fierce grip. This alerted me and Iet out a small little gasp. The hand increased the pressure upon my arm making me let out a small little whimper.
The male's eyes glared up at me with confusion and anger, making me let out a small little gulp of fear. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.
I looked at him and spoke. "My name is Willow, and I found you unconcious and bleeding in the rain, on my fire escape,"
He still kept his grip on my wrist, and I could almost feel bruises forming on my senstive skin from his grip. His eyes locked onto mine, he could see the shocked expression and fragments of fear dancing in them.
"Continue," was all he said and dropped my wrist, which I on instinct began to rub. I could see finger imprints on my wrist, and knew that it would heal quickly.
I then picked up my needle and took a deep breath. The needle was bent, which made it easier to suture up his wound. I watched his facial features and noticed that he didn't even make a sign of discomfort and I quirked an eyebrow at him. I just shook my head as I continued to becareful and sew his wound. Once I was done, I took the scissors and sterlized them and cut the string. I then placed them into the bowl that I kept in my kit, My gloves had a bit of blood on them, but nothing bad. I took my gloves off and then santized my hands then put a new sterile pair on. Placing a rather large piece of gauze on his wound and securing it with some medical tape. I then tossed the rest and my gloves into the trash.
"Who taught you how to do this?" he asked me.
I looked at him and then spoke, not sure if he would be shocked or not. "I'm a premed student and I kind of played around with the idea of being an army medic. So, when I was a preteen and a teenager, I took loads of medic and first aid classes," I explained I stood up and busied myself with putting away my tools.
He looked at his cut up undershirt and let out a small little sigh, mumbling something under his breath. He then saw his hood was still intact then he zipped it up and looked at me.
"Where is my bow?" he asked me.
"Um, it's in my room, do you need me to call someone, you must have had a hard hit to head. You might want to get that checked out," I said in a medical manner.
He looked at me and let out a scoff and then shook his head. "Trust me kid, I've dealt with worse,"
"I can see, you have more scars then I've ever seen on a person. Since, I'm nice and also am afraid you'd shoot me with an arrow, I'm not gonna ask,"
"Good," was the last word he said to me.
"Can I get your name?" I asked and before he had a chance to make a quick get away. I always had been an extremely quick runner, I had no clue why I was. But, I managed to beat him in a split second and he looked at me.
"Arrow," was all he said.
I looked at him and shook my head. "I mean your actual name, so I can thank you properly," I said.
"Arrow, is all you need to know, and thank you," was what he said, before he left.
I let out a small tired little yawn and glanced at the clock on my wall. I could make out the numbers and it was 12:30 am. I decided to call it a day. I went and began to clean my bathroom, packing everything up and I placed my medical suitcase back into my closet and then went to bed, making sure to put my phone on the charger dock.
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It was Saturday at 10 am, when I awoke from a call from my cousin Barry. I sighed and glanced at the phone. I had slept fitfully that night and couldn't get his name out of my head. Who the hell was a hero and went around with a bow and arrow. Was he a modern day Robin Hood with a death wish?
"Hello?" I said with sleep still in my voice, as I ran a hand over my face and tried to supress the yawn.
"Someone's been up studying too late, or maybe partying," Barry said, and I could picture him in his lab, going over some weird invention.
"Um. First, I do not party or date. And second, of course I was up late studying," I said as I stretched and didn't supress the rude yawn that threatened to escape. I was in the middle of waking up after an awkward REM sleep. Dream filled with sexy masked men saving me from villian with a messed up ski mask. Yup, no doubt based after last night's inncident.
"No social life, for Miss Bookworm?" he taunted, as I could hear some noise in the background.
"You're calling me at work, how professional of a scientist," I mocked as I ran a hand through the sleep tangled mop of curls.
"Yeah, I was just calling to check up on you, kid. Starling City isn't safe anymore," he said.
"Mmm, but I don't live in a rough area, my benifactor made sure of that," I said, as I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. Grabbing a rather large bowl out of my pantry and some Cinnamon Chex and poured a large heeping. I then addded some almond milk and grabbed a spoon. I began to take a bite, and began to rudely chomp into the phone.
"Are you eating?" Barry asked, as if he wasn't use to me eating while I was in a call with him.
"Yup, and this cereal is good," I said, between mouthfuls.
"Gross, Willow, I'll call you next weekend," he said and I could hear him hang up.
Worked like like a charm. I knew me eating loudly, would annoy my cousin and boot him off the phone.
But hey a college student needed to eat if she was going to exhaust all that onto studies. I finished eating and then placed all my dishes from the week in the dishwasher and threw in a power pack. I began to do some light cleaning around the house, making sure everything was an organized and chaotic mess that it was. Once that was done. I took a brisk shower and pulled on some jogging clothes( a black bralette, a tank with large arm holes and shorts ) and pulled my bottle dyed black hair into a ponytail. I picked my earbuds off of the counter and plugged them into my phone. I then grabbed my keys and slipped them onto a lanyard that also held my ID, you know just incase something happened. I locked my door and then went for a run.
I always loved to run in the morning time...well mid-morning time. It always cleared my mind before I had to do an epic course of hard studying ahead for me. I took my running like I took my school, seriously.
My feet hitting the pavement as the a Nightcore of some anime song began to pour into my eardrums, I began to run. I picked up my pace, my legs moving as my arms began to pump. I was casually jogging, but I was seeming like I was moving faster then the hard runners. What was going on with me? I shook my head and maybe passed if off as I was more of a seasoned runner then others.
Two Hours later:
I lost count of how many miles I had ran, but when I stopped at the food truck that was in the middle of the park that I ran in, I ordered enough for 4 people. I got all the dirty looks from a bunch of people as I put away 5 chicken tacos and 2 chicken fajitas. They were so good warm and goeey. Full of protien and fatty chesse goodness and I washed it down with 2 cans of coke. Once I tossed my meal into the trash, I started running again. I only had to stop a bit, for a water break because of how hot the special sauce for the tacos had been. Other than that, I made record time.
I made a mad dash to take a quick shower, to get rid of the sweat from my run and changed into a crop top and a pair of high-waisted black shorts. It was nice enough for me to wear crop tops and shorts. I was also comfy like this. I pulled my hair in an Elsa-style side braid and went to work. I grabbed my psychology book and began to go over the notes for it. I was busy making study guides and outline-notes for an up and coming chapter test that we were having. I was glad that my psych teacher wasn't a hard-ass like my Micro-biology one was.
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The rest of the weekend past by slowly with nothing important, except reruns of friends and some hard studying. I managed to pass my pop quiz without any mistakes and I actually got a smile from my teacher. Seeing that guy smile was something quite creepy.
The rest of my classes were easy enough and the rest of the passed by quickly and I was glad. It was Monday, so I had my Magic The Gathering group at the local comic book shop. The comic book shop on my campus was small and specialized in vintage comics and games. It also sold and bought a few retro video games, the rare ones mainly. It was called Comics and More and had a smell that I just loved.
I was dressed rather nerd chic-ish, and knew I needed to snap a selfie and Instagram it. I was wearing a pikachu shirt, with the sleeves cut and a black tank underneath, I had my hipster glasses on(that I needed to read), some black converse and my favorite pair of faded blue jean shorts and a red beanine. I took a picture and posed all cute-like infront of the store, I knew my benifactor viewed my Instagram, that was why I took most of them. I would leave that selfie for later when I got home and did my social media business.
I entered the building and heard it ding. The store owner Kendle was a portly man in his 30s with curly black hair and a funny sense of humor. He knew his comic book knowlege relgiously like a pastor knew the bible. He waved me in and smiled at me.
"Boys are looking for you," he said.
"Yeah, I know," I said with a small smile.
"Hello Willow," he greeted me and placed a few comics that I normally selected and bought. I picked them up and paid for them. I then grabbed my magic deck out of the my small purse and my way to the back. It was a large game area, with some old worn wooden tables and couches and worn leather desk chairs. I took a place on the couch, next to the only other female that played with us.
"Okay, who goes first," I asked and we rolled a dice.
Of course I went first and kept getting mana screwed and kept glaring at my deck, who normally was such a sweetie to me. I seemed to be having bad luck, because out all of the games I lost. And the loser as a rule for us to play here, had to help Kendle clean up after hours. Which I didn't mind, I loved to get my dose of comic knowlege and get his opinion on things. Heck, he even gave me a 10 percent discount for helping him most days even if I won.
Today, I stayed after helping him clean and we had gotten in an arguement over who was the best hero. I also asked him if he had heard anything about real life heros and he just laughed at me. That was just it, when his phone rang and his mother had been rushed to the hospital.
"Hey Willow, since I trust you, can you close the shop?" he asked me and I nodded.
"Sure, can do," I said as he tossed me the keys. I finished straightening up the shop and sweeping up. I then locked the door and placed the keys into my purse, I would drop them off before I went to class in the morning. I was making my way to my apartment and had decided to take a back alley. Which it seemed later then I had first anticipated it to be, so that was a bad idea on my part. This alley also had one of the most seediest bars ever on campus. I could hear laughter of a few guys and I began to pick up my pace. I didn't look back and I just kept walking.
You know the statiscs that the Fem Nazi's on Tumblr like to preach about, I was sure I was going to become one of them. But, I didn't want to panic so I just kept walking at a leasure pace and I could hear them cat call me.
"Hey sweetheart, why don't you come give me a ride," I hear one state.
"Yeah, that tight little ass of yours would look-" I then started to walk quicker and they started to chase after me. I then began to take random turns in the alley and got lost. This was what they wanted to happen to me. I could feel some fear start to rise up inside of me, but I kept my cool on the outside, I was screaming on the inside.
I have no clue how I wound up getting twisted around, but when I came to the end of the alleyway I turned to face my attackers and could hear their laughs. They were taunting me and laughing. They also were discussing who would take turns "breaking" me in. I knew that...
"Well, sweetie why did you run, we just want to have some fun. And man are you even cuter in the front as you are the back," the male said with a laugh.
"Yeah, I bet she'd be good lay," said the other one.
I began to mental count all of the men and there was about 9 of them, against one of me. Those kind of odds led to something bad. One of them sprung for me and before I could begin to fight back. I could hear the sound of someone getting their asses kicked.
I looked up and saw a familar green cloaked figure, with a bow.
"Hey what's the bright idea?" I heard one of them ask, as he charged towards him.
Arrow, as I came to know the man I had patched up a few days prior began to kick the asses of my would-be assaulters. Once he had them on the ground and groaning in pain he turned to face me.
"Can't stay out of trouble?" he asked me.
I looked up at him and shook my head, my heart was still pounding in my ears. "So, you are like a modern day Robin Hood," My hear wouldn't stop pounding and I was still shaking. I couldn't believe that I almost had been violated by a group of nine guys.
"I guess you can say that," he said as I watched him leave before I could even say thank you. Once again, I was left clueless who this guy was. I wondered if I could ever find him again.
I managed to make my way back to my apartment without no confirtations or anyting like that. I knew I needed to look into some martial arts clases, maybe that guy would teach me how to. I mean, I was a pretty quick learner. I just needed to find him and track him down. Easier said then done.
I plopped down on my couch and fished out my phone and sighed, my heart was still pounding in my ears. I had been an idiot and seemed to forget I had a working phone. I sighed and shakily scanned through my phone for that selfie that I had taken at the comic book shop. My eyes widened as I scanned through my pics, I had managed to accidently capture a picture of him. I must have butt selified or something. The image was a bit blurry, but clear enough to kind of make out his features. If I had a hacker friend, I could totally get them to fix it and clean it up for me.
I needed to find out who my hero was and properly thank them. Or maybe just get myself...yeah I'm not going through what I did earlier. That had been too scary for me to go through.
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Oliver pulled off his mask and and hood and tossed it onto the table. He could see Felicity looking at him oddly. It was the second time he had ran into that girl, and still it was as if fate was placing her in front of him. What was that girl's name...Willa Willow or something odd like that.
She had saved him, and he had saved her so...no favors owed there.
"Oliver, something up?" the hacker blond asked.
"No, nothing at all," was all he said, before he went to the bar climbing thing to train. He still couldn't get the girl out of his head.
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A/N: Sorry for the late post of chapter 1. This is a bi-weekly series or if I feel like I will post more. Please tell me what you think
-Killermuffins.
