A/N: I know I said this would probably be up the next day but I was struggling with how to write this. Hopefully this flows enough so that y'all understand it.

But I can't express enough how excited I am for you all to meet the villain/anti-hero if this story!!!! I really don't think you're going to be expecting it and hopefully if i do it right this chapter will be a tease and the next will add a piece to the puzzle until the chapter where Oliver as the Green Arrow comes face to face with him.

But who knows.

Anyway, here's your chapter!

He was tired of waiting with the promise of a quick return. He was tired of spending his days locked up in his room in a family vacation home, miles away from his real home, while he slowly lost his mind, waiting for the one man who held the secrets to keeping both his sanity and his powers in check to come back. It was getting tedious as the days grew into weeks and weeks to months without word of the other man whom he shared the house with. The girl that had also shared the large house had left long ago and now he missed her as well even though she never knew of his presence.

He could leave. He could seek out the man or anyone who knew his whereabouts and finally control his sanity and ever growing power again. It was getting harder and harder to surpress it now a days and he was having to practice on his own. A dangerous action since he was almost caught by a visitor to the house over a week ago.

There wasn't anything saying he couldn't leave to Starling City except the voice in the back of his mind. Reminding him of what the man told him, that he was safer there. The other part of him argued that the same man also lied to him for over 20 years. And of course that brought on a whole knew thought of if he could even trust the explanation he had been given about his newly acquired abilities.

Despite these thoughts he came to a conclusion and was planning a trip home. Of course he'd have to lay low and avoid too much contact due to fear of harming someone with his powers and being recognized. He was a smart man though, already he was figuring out where he'd stay during the day and at night who he would track down to find the man.

It wasn't long before he was doing just that. Dressing in black leather and running around the city at night in a search that he hoped would have a quick end. The longer he was there, memories resurfaced. They were equally painful and happy, ones of good times with friends that made home smile for the first time in a while and ones of betrayal that hurt to think about. He had to surpress his feelings if he was going to get anywhere though.

By now he had a long list of people to find, many where scratched off and he was nearing the list of actual names. There was still one option and he wasn't ready to risk his neck for the easiest solution.

When he found someone he'd either appear in a dark alleyway or sneak up on someone in a dark halway. His magic made intimidation easy, the light swirls of purple giving his telekinesis some visibility as he taunted a victim. He never actually hurt anyone, just enough to get information. Of course though the one he was looking for primarily was presumed dead like he himself was. Anyone who had been associated with him had no clue where he was even if they did know he was alive. It was in times like these he wished his telepathic powers were more enhanced and he could actually read minds to tell if they were lying or not and actually get a location or some clue.

He waited until all the people on his list had run out before he tracked down the League Of Assasins group in Startling City. Before he made any move he watched them from afar, keeping tabs on what they did and where they went.

Eventually he convinced himself that a trained assassin was noting compared to his telekinetic abilities that he had been building up for the past year or so and sought out his first target. It was random, he didn't actually know who it was just that they had the possibility of knowing where the man was he was looking for.

All of this lead him to tonight.

He knew the Arrow and his team had been looking for him about a month after he showed up, making nights like these harder. The closer they got to him the more often he'd have to push himself to use his mental manipulation to alter what they saw, usually leaving him exhausted afterward.

Tonight he quietly walked the streets of the glades, a place where people had suffered so much including himself. The only sound he made was the occasional tap his boots made on the concrete. He was not only cloaked in the darkness of the night but in his attire as well. His hood hung low over his face, just enough so he could see out and others couldn't see in, and the long cape billowed behind him as he walked, adding to the dramatic flare he had begun to like.

Currently he was on his way to a small meeting of the League before they all headed back to the main base with the others. In his mind this was the perfect crew to attack since it was usually only about five members and those who couldn't fight him fled and he'd corner others for questioning.

As he veered off down an alley and towards an entrance to an old building he had the sence he was being watched but shook it off, he had more important things to deal with. Quietly he entered the building, undetected by the assassins. He waited till they were about to leave before stepping into their view to see who ran and who tied to attack.

Two ran off, most likely not in a cowardly manner but to report to their leader of another attack from him. The other three stood to face him but in no time he had defeated them effortlessly with his magic, not having to lay a finger of them as he used his telekinesis to swat them away like flies. He corned the remaining one and before he could as his question the cloaked assassin asked him, "Who are you?"

No doubt they were looking for a name for the person who had been attaching their forces so effortlessly the past week or so. Normally he'd change it around and ask his question but tonight he decided to humor them.

"I'm known as the Apprentice." He said, his voice low and tone dominate, "Now tell me, where is Malcolm Merlyn."