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Pontus was sprawled out on the floor of a 10 foot by 5 foot cage in a sub-level of the Arrow HQ. For hours he laid there, occasionally murmuring something in his sleep or shifting into another position. His shirt had been removed, a huge bandage was wrapped around his lower abdomen, covering a good portion of his scars.
For some reason or another, his mask wouldn't come off. Maybe it was enchanted, maybe it was glued permanently to his face, but it would not detach itself from his skin.
The room was completely empty of all other people. All the plumbing to the room had been shut down, just as a precaution.
Felicity sat in her spiny chair, completely bored out of her mind.
"Anything?" Oliver snapped her out of her trance.
"What?" She blinked. "Oh, right, mystery villain. Nope, nothing yet. Are you sure he's not dead?"
Oliver frowned. "Didn't you hook up the vitals?"
"Yes." She sighed. "It's been 5 hours, he should have woken up by now.
As if on cue, a loud groan pours out of the computer speakers. Felicity's head snaps back to the monitor. Pontus shifted so he was laying on his stomach. His glowing green eyes made weird spots on the screen.
"He's awake!" She announced. She turned back to the green vigilante. "Go easy on him, okay. He might be bad, but if you were telling the truth about how he acted at the bank, he might have some good in him."
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I slowly walked into the dimly lit room. The air was dry and cool, causing my throat just to dry up a little. Barry waked in beside me, clad in his ridiculous red suit. Together we probably looked like some sort of Christmas Dynamic Duo.
Pontus was leaning against the bars of the cage, his wound strategically placed between the spaces. He was rubbing his wrists nervously, his eyes flickering and shifting, like he was looking around the room. He scowled, then turned his head to face Barry and I.
"Naturally." He grumbled, his nose wrinkling. "Christmas Tree and Santa Speed themselves."
Barry coughed. "Excuse me?"
Pontus sighed. "Gods, you're dense."
Barry frowned. "Um…"
"Why can't we take off your mask?" I intercept, my digitally darkened voice echoing in the room.
"Gee thanks. No 'Hey, wassup? How's your back doing? Would you like a drink of water?' Really feeling the love here."
"We're not giving you any water." Barry deadpanned.
Pontus laughed coldly. "Why? Afraid I'll drown you? Dude, this wound is not going to heal itself anytime soon. Water is not always a weapon."
"Enough sidetracking," I scowled. "Why can't we take your mask off?"
"Magic," Pontus shrugged. "Thanks to Tempest, the mask only bends to my will. I want to take it off when I want to take it off, not when someone else wants me to take it off."
"Magic isn't real, buddy." Barry shook his head.
Pontus' face turned into one of amusement. "Oh really? How much are you willing to bet?"
I turned to face Barry. The speedster looked angry.
"Everything is made of science." He tried to reason. "My powers, your powers, this entire place. All of it is science. Magic is not just 'bibity-bobity-boo you have a mask made to stay in place', it is a science with an explainable reason behind it."
"Then explain why I have half a DNA helix, Bartholomew Allen."
The room seemed to get colder.
Barry froze. "How did you-"
Pontus laughed, a lot warmer now. "I doubted it at first, too. I mean, how likely is it that I landed on the planet with fricking superheroes?"
"Wait, you knew about us?" I turned back to face the teen. His smile was wide and mischievous.
"Dude, I literally grew up with comic books about the Flash and Green Arrow."
"Comic books?" I said. Pontus laughed even more.
"Echo much Oliver? Is Laurel here?" His voice changed into one of pure curiosity. "What about Thea and Diggle? Oooooh Cisco?"
"Wait, kid, hold up." Barry slipped his mask off, much to my dismay. "You're saying that you knew about us being… us?"
"I wonder if I'm a fictional character here…." Pontus trailed off into thought. Then his eyes widened. "That's a horrifying thought." He glanced down at his hands, his head swaying lightly.
"Kid?"
"Mh?" Pontus hummed softly, looking back up. The green glow was gone, leaving purple irises in place. "'M okay… I think…"
"Listen, you should probably take a rest…"
"Yeah, a bed would be nice… or a nice spring." He mused, his gaze distant. His face morphed from content to disgust. "Not you."
I turned around to see what he was looking at, but nothing was there.
"Um…" I started, turning back to face the cage.
"You sadistic little-" Pontus let out a string of words I refuse to repeat. Barry flinched at some of them, making him a blur of red and yellow.
Suddenly, the teen stopped. His eyes widened. "You… you wouldn't dare!" He paused, then shook his head. "You'll never be able to-"
His face fell. "How… No, that's not possible. You're too weak… you-" His eyes turned dark and dangerous, with a light behind it.
Fear.
He suddenly sprang forward, slamming into the bars with so much strength they bent dramatically.
Barry reacted instantly. In a blink of my eye, Pontus went from a halfway fall to the floor to being supported by the scarlet speedster. His face was covered in blood, the head wound glittering black in the dimly lit room. He looked completely helpless, like an innocent teen that just survived an earthquake.
"We should get him to the med bay…" Barry looked at me with a stubbornness in his eyes. Before I could say anything, he zipped out of the room with the boy in green in his arms, leaving me alone to wonder what Pontus had seen.
An: A little short, I know... But hey, it got the point across.
I have a question for y'all: Do you want Percy to give in and tell them who he is? Or do you want him to wait?
This is important, because I have two paths and idk what to choose from but the identity reveal or not is at the crossroads.
Just leave it in the reviews, k?
Loves y'all much
~seagurl3