On the Run
To be there in that moment, it was as if the entire world had come to a complete stop, freezing time in its place. Harry had been laying there on the ground, his body still convulsing from the shock of Electrocutioner's last hit when he heard Thea's gasp. His entire body was locked up, but somehow Harry managed to make it to his feet, turning his head towards her, seeing Drakon's outline in front of her.
He ran, he ran as fast as he could to cover the ground between them. It was about twenty-five feet between him and Thea, and he only had a couple seconds. Harry's eyes darted to the doorway, seeing Oliver and Diggle racing through those doors, and the look on Oliver's face as he saw that gun being pointed at his sister, it was unforgettable.
Drakon gave that unforgettable smile that made Harry regret not killing him before. It was that bloodthirsty, psychotic smile that showed he didn't care that he was going to kill an innocent person. Every muscle in Harry's body was creaking as he pushed himself forward.
What a strange sensation to feel, the tension in his muscles was so strong that he felt like he was gonna break apart if he pushed any harder. He was at his breaking point as he felt the muscles in his legs tear, leaping off the ground as he saw Drakon pull that trigger. Oliver screamed as the gunshot rang out, and to everyone's surprise Harry managed to close the distance, grabbing Thea and spinning around so he took the bullet.
The bullet pierced his back and exited through his front, piercing the wooden floorboards as he saw Thea's eyes open and look into his. He covered her as his legs nearly gave out, shuddering from the pain. She had tears running down her face as she looked back at Harry. "Harry?" she whimpered as Oliver screamed "No!" in the background, while Harry smiled at her.
"H-hey… you know," he chuckled weakly, "for someone with the nickname Speedy, you're not that fast." he smiled, coughing as he pressed his forehead against hers.
"Don't, don't do that…" she cried, caressing his face as her eyes drifted to the blood seeping through the front of his shirt. Harry knew the bullet came out, and he chastised himself for not doing more to protect her at that moment. If it had been any further away, the bullet would have just lodged itself in his flesh, but it was too close, Harry couldn't absorb the impact like he normally would. Less than five feet away, and that bullet tore through him. It didn't matter if he had stronger skin or not, that bullet was going to cause damage no matter what. "W-why, why would you do that?"
He sighed, and simply said "I couldn't let you get hurt." Drakon stood there stunned, unable to process what had just happened.
"You, you took the bullet for her?" Drakon asked incredulously, ignoring Oliver as the billionaire raced up the stairs towards them. "Why?"
"One key difference… between you and me… is that, is that I'd die for the people I care about. You don't care about anyone but yourself," he gasped towards Drakon, never taking his eyes off of Thea.
"Oh you don't know anything about me," Drakon scoffed, lifting the gun back up. "You don't have any idea about who I am."
"I know enough… you hurt people, because you want to… you would kill an innocent bystander who doesn't even know who you are, because you… because you think I'm the Red Arrow. You, you tried to kill her." Harry growled, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes darting to Oliver, giving him a look to stop, making Oliver freeze in his tracks.
That look in Harry's eyes, it was one that told Oliver there was something planned. Oliver couldn't keep standing there, not when Thea was in danger. Whoever that guy with the large electric gloves was, he was starting to make his way over to them. Harry needed to hurry up with whatever his plan was.
"So what? You can't do much right now, Red. I don't care if you're superhuman or not, an injury like that, you're not moving quickly. How about you just let me end this quickly, huh?"
Harry turned back towards Thea, giving a reassuring smile, all while his hand covered the bleeding wound on his stomach. "You know, you've been so focused on me, you didn't notice the other guys." A gunshot rang out, and Drakon's gun was thrown out of his grasp. Oliver turned with shock to see Diggle aiming his pistol at Drakon.
"Shit," Drakon hissed, as Harry saw his opening. He staggered forward, connecting a right hook to Drakon's jaw, knocking the assassin back for a moment. Harry felt the static in the air increase, and turned to see Electrocutioner charging up his gloves as he ran down the hall towards them.
"Thea, RUN!" Harry ordered, motioning towards Oliver as she stood there with a blank expression, her eyes never straying from him. Oliver ran to her, pulling her out of her daze and towards the stairs.
"No, no! He's hurt, Ollie! We can't leave him!" Thea protested, being dragged down the stairs by her brother as Harry grabbed Drakon by the collar of his jacket and pulled him into the way of Electrocutioner's attack. The assassin convulsed with electricity, and Harry pushed as hard as he could, pushing the two men down the hallway.
"I know, but I need to keep you safe!" Oliver nodded, running with her down the stairs as he heard Harry howl in anguish as sparks lit up the hallway.
"Ollie, you gotta help him!"
Harry dodged a punch from Drakon, as his arm began to burn, like the tatau was there still, making his eyes turn pitch black as he caught sight of the window. This was probably the worst idea he's had in a while, but it was the only way he could make sure he got some distance between the assassins and Thea.
As Oliver and Thea got to Diggle, the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the manor as Harry and the assassins went crashing through the window, hurtling towards the ground below.
Thea felt a sense of dread and worry fall over her as she tried to break free of Oliver's grasp, but he was far stronger than she was, unable to move. The blood on her hand from where she had touched Harry's bloodied shirt was all she could think about as she was guided outside towards Diggle's car by her brother. Diggle had run around the back of the house to try to catch up to Harry and make sure he was alright.
"Hey, what happened?" Oliver asked, gaining his sister's attention as he got her into the car, as Thea looked up at him with a distant look in her eyes. She couldn't comprehend what happened. Two people showing up and claiming that Harry was the Red Arrow, the attack… it all just happened so fast.
"Th-they, they broke in through the window. Started saying Harry was the Red Arrow, talking about how they were going to kill us both. Harry fought them, told me to run…" her eyes grew wide with panic. "Ollie, I, I'm the reason Harry got shot! I'm the reason he's hurt right now!"
She felt the tears running down her face as gunshots rang out in the distance, making her shake with fear, as Oliver just held her in his arms. "I know, Speedy… I know. It's not your fault, you hear me? It's not your fault, Harry wasn't going to let anything happen to you, even if he got hurt in the process."
Oliver turned towards the treeline, watching electricity glisten through the darkness. They were calling Harry the Red Arrow? Somebody knows Harry's identity and tried to kill him, and Thea just because she was there with him. The one was Constantine Drakon, the guy from the night we took Hunt off the List. He knows who Harry is underneath the hood, that's bad. Let's think for a second, Ollie. Drakon has a partner, using a device rigged to hit his opponents with electricity whenever they get hit. Harry got shot protecting Thea, which means either he was holding back to hide his identity or he was actually being overwhelmed fighting both of them. My guess, he was holding back, but it doesn't matter now. I saw that bullet go right through Harry's back and out his stomach, which means he's losing blood. He fell out the window and landed somewhere out back. Diggle's going to check on him, and I have to stay with Thea. I should have been here, then maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Harry hit the ground as the shots rang out, with Drakon diving out of the way as Diggle aimed at the two assassins. "Get away from him!" Diggle ordered, as Harry held his stomach in pain, feeling the blood oozing onto his hand.
Drakon and Electrocutioner both looked at Diggle with malicious intent, but without warning Harry threw his hand out, and Diggle watched with a horrified expression as the two assassins were thrown off of the ground and into the air.
"W-wh… what, what the… y-y-you, you just u-us-used the F-F-F-fo-force." he stuttered with wide eyes as Harry groaned, using a tree as leverage to get to his feet.
"No, not the Force… magic. I'll explain later, Dig. Get back to Oliver and Thea and get them out of here. I'll get them off your trail," Harry informed him as the two assassins landed about forty feet away. The thud of their landing made even Harry wince, but it was short lived as he motioned Diggle to go. The bodyguard did as he was told, with a flabbergasted expression, while Harry moved further into the trees with his pursuers hot on his tail.
He had to keep moving as long as Oliver, Thea, and Diggle were still within a mile radius of him. He couldn't apparate away, he needed to make sure they were safe before he attempted his escape. So, for now, with heavily damaged muscles in his legs and his body growing weak from the blood loss, he moved deeper into the trees under the cover of darkness.
As Harry reached a point where he could feel they were getting too close, he punched a tree, causing it to fall behind him blocking the path, however in the process he stumbled, and fell down a hill. Recovering, Harry used his magic to sense Oliver and Thea's presence, finding they were on the road, heading away from the Manor. Good, it meant he could escape soon.
"Where you at, Red?!" Drakon called out through the darkness as Harry used his magic to enhance his leg strength to leap through the air and into the treetops. Harry clutched onto a thick tree branch to support himself and held his breath, holding his stomach where the bullet had gone through.
The two assassins ran beneath Harry's position and his stomach tightened up in the process. He could feel the blood running down his arm and onto his elbow, and he began panicking silently. If it dripped down onto Drakon or Electrocutioner, he was screwed. Looking at a nearby tree about twenty feet away, he aimed his free hand and whispered the word... Confringo. The tree exploded in a purple explosion, shaking the area around them. The branch Harry had been holding onto broke and he went falling towards the ground. Apparating, Harry ended up fifty feet away in the other direction of the explosion thankfully, but he now knew there was a problem here... He couldn't apparate far.
Harry slowly climbed to his feet, and began moving back towards the Manor. His motorcycle was sitting in the garage, and that would be his best bet to get out of there now. No apparating, no magic... he had to rely on technology this time.
"STOP PLAYING GAMES AND COME OUT AND DIE!" Drakon's howls could be heard in the distance as Harry shook his head, moving as quickly as he could to the Manor. Within five minutes, he was there, stumbling into the garage, catching sight of his motorcycle. He hopped on, started the engine and drove out of there as fast as possible, squealing the tires in the process as he drove out of the driveway...
Oliver guided Thea into the police station as Lance began walking towards the exit for the night when he caught sight of them, his eyes growing wide as he saw the blood stains on Thea's shirt. "Queen? What happened?"
"Somebody's trying to kill Harry, they think he's the Red Arrow," Oliver explained quickly, making Lance almost choke on air. Lance started laughing at this, but Oliver's serious expression stopped it. "It's not a joke, Detective. They were going to kill my sister if Harry hadn't saved her."
"Speaking of Harry, where is he?"
"He ran off, drawing them away."
"Come on. I'll get an APB out for Harry and we'll get your statements. Have any idea what your attackers look like?" Lance asked, looking towards Thea now as she nodded weakly. "Good. Don't worry, you're safe here, and as for Harry we'll find him."
From there Harry wasn't sure where he ended up stopping at, but eventually he stopped the motorcycle and collapsed in an alley, his eyes closing as he passed out. When he woke up it was no longer night, but the early hours of the morning. He felt his stomach and noticed the wound was slightly healed, just enough to where it wasn't bleeding anymore, which was honestly all he needed as he climbed to his feet, and slowly stumbled his way to the sidewalk to see what street he was on. After that, he was able to figure out where one of the League's safehouses was. There was a safehouse a mile from here where he could patch himself up, and get cleaned up. Pulling out his phone he saw many, many missed calls. The majority of them were from Thea, while others were from Oliver, Diggle, Moira, and Detective Lance.
He got on his motorcycle and drove to the safehouse, not even thinking about the possibility of being tracked at the moment. His head was in a fog, and for good reason. Harry's perception of time was screwed as well, as he didn't even remember getting to the safehouse, but yet sure enough the next thing he remembered was a shower and patching himself up, placing gauze over the bullet wounds, and bandaging his torso up. His legs were extremely sore, but not as bad as they had been last night. Harry collapsed onto the bed after slipping on a black t-shirt, feeling himself slipping into unconsciousness once more.
"I was wondering when you'd finally wake up. You've been falling in and out of consciousness for about two days now." Yao Fei informed Harry as he finally woke up.
"Wh-what?" Harry asked weakly, sitting up, feeling the tense pain on his torso from where the blade had sliced him like his flesh was made of butter. "What happened?"
"You do not remember? You were kidnapped by a man... Fyers. His name is Fyers, not Fryers as you muttered in your sleep. He tortured you for a couple days until your brother and I found you."
"Br-brother... y-you, you talking about Oliver? We aren't brothers."
"Brother is just a word. He wouldn't stop searching for you. You were delusional when we rescued you. However, you were insistent in looking underneath a waterfall. Found this." Yao Fei pulled the dark red hooded vest out from behind a rock, making Harry raise an eyebrow.
"What is that supposed to be?"
"I was hoping you would know. You say you were in the net, and then you were at the camp. I don't believe that's what happened. Especially seeing this," he leaned forward, pulling Harry's shirt sleeve up to reveal a black band around his forearm. "That wasn't on you when you first came here."
"I don't, I don't know where that came from," Harry responded, to which Yao Fei looked displeased. "You might think I'm crazy if I told you."
"I've been on this island long enough to where crazy isn't as crazy as it normally would be."
Harry nodded, sighing lightly as he thought back to the strange man at the waterfall. "Some old man, with long white hair put this on me. Called it a tatau, claimed it would unlock my potential and help me survive, to get home. When I woke up again, I was alone, and was near that waterfall. The old man put that underneath it, something about that helping me. I walked up the hill and ended up being attacked by that guy with the mask. He knocked me out, and when I woke up I was at that 'Fyer's' camp and ended up being tortured."
"Old man? Never heard or seen an old man on this island. Most don't make it that long in this place. Are you sure about this?" Yao Fei asked, the idea of someone that old being hidden on this island for so long, it seemed unlikely.
"I know what I saw, and what I felt. An old man put this thing on my arm."
Yao Fei's entire expression soured as this new information fell upon him. How could someone be hidden here on the island? It wasn't possible. He and Fyer's mercenaries had scoured this entire island. If there was someone here then they would have been found by now. Yao Fei had only survived this long because he had gone to multiple locations to make sure he couldn't be tracked.
"I don't really care if you believe me anyway." Harry groaned as he got to his feet, holding his hip where the wound stung. He could still feel the blade slicing through him even now, and it made him tear up.
"I did not check you extensively when we got back here, how are you?" the archer asked, and something in Harry snapped as his arm began to heat up, making him turn his head.
"I'm fine... nothing worse than what I've felt here before. I can walk. Besides, what's it matter to you?" the young boy asked the Archer, causing the man to raise an eyebrow.
"It matters to me because no child should suffer the way you have." Yao Fei replied sternly. "I have a daughter, you remind me of her. I am ashamed you were tortured to find me."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that crap. I was tortured because they enjoyed it. You were just an excuse."
"Where has this darkness in your eyes come from?" He asked as he looked into his eyes. "So much light, just gone..."
"That's what happens when you get cut like a slab of meat..."
"No... I don't think that's the case."
Harry gasped awake, feeling the gauze on his stomach from where the bullet pierced his stomach, and the events of last night fully came back to him. He stumbled to his feet, pulling his phone out and saw the last text message from Oliver. Thea and Oliver were at the police station talking to Lance. This was sent to him about two hours earlier, and knowing how much danger there was now with Drakon and Electrocutioner being on the loose, they weren't going to be leaving anytime soon.
Don't leave. I'm okay... gotta come up with a plan. They know who I am, Ollie.
I know. Do whatever you need to. I'll tell Thea you're ok.
Thanks. Talk soon, I'll see you after I come up with a plan.
His body was hurting still, but Harry was at least able to move and throw a punch without feeling like he was going to die. Going into the medicine cabinet he pulled a couple of ibuprofen out and took them, changing the bandages before slipping a hat on and then a jacket. Putting the hood on, Harry made his way out of the safehouse and into the alley where his motorcycle was parked still. There was some blood on it from when he was driving to the city, and he couldn't really move it. Harry couldn't transport anything using magic, but he could cloak it or change its appearance. This wasn't his usual performance, this was always more with Zatanna or even John Constantine, but he couldn't bother them. Last time he checked Constantine was in Hell working with Papa Midnite on some unholy crisis or something. Zatanna was in Metropolis and she didn't like to have a phone on her since apparently at times she gets distracted from her work.
John was always better at this than me but I've got no choice. Two spells like this, I hope I paid enough attention.
He held his hands out and muttered some ancient words that he had heard muttered about a year and a half ago, and thought hard as he watched the motorcycle begin to morph into a heating unit. Once it was fully complete and Harry's body felt drained, something he chalked up to being from his weakened state and the large amount of magic required for this, the teen leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He could look up at the street lights and see the cameras watching the street, and groaned under his breath. Even with his face mostly covered, if the camera got enough he could be tracked. This was where the other spell would come in. It would be temporary, two hours at most, but it would have to be enough time for him to come up with something.
Harry used the spell to change his facial appearance and grimaced at his look. Bleached hair, a crooked nose, brown eyes, and a slightly uneven jaw, and the absence of his lightning bolt scar definitely made it impossible for anyone to know he was Harry Potter.
Smiling, he disappeared into the streets of Starling, plotting his next move.
In the hours after Harry's escape from the Manor, Drakon and Electrocutioner searched tirelessly for him. They were now in Starling City following his trail, and had now come up empty as they came to an alley where the city's surveillance footage had last seen the teen drive through. Drakon had a contact hack into the city's cameras and track him using facial recognition. There should have been a motorcycle here, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"Shit." Drakon hissed as Electrocutioner shook his head lightly. "What?"
"Your-a friend isn't as-a good as you say he is." Electrocutioner hissed back at him, as Drakon bit his tongue trying to not lose his temper. "Oh? Nothing to say to that?"
"If I didn't need your help to kill Red, I'd kill you right here and right now."
"That ain't no way to treat a friend." Electrocutioner pouted mockingly, making Drakon's fists clench out of annoyance.
"I swear to god, stop talking."
Little did they know was that Harry Potter had walked right by them as they had approached the alley, but they were none the wiser.
What would be the right way to deal with this problem? If they think Harry Potter is the Red Arrow, then they need to have him be seen somewhere and the Red Arrow be somewhere else at once. But with the Hood being his partner, he'd need to show up to not arouse suspicion that the Hood was merely in Red's suit. I can't keep running around while we try to figure this out.
From the way poor Thea looked, Lance could just tell without her saying a word that this had been a traumatizing event for her. Oliver would go on to explain beforehand that two men broke into the Manor, claiming Harry was the Red Arrow and tried to kill him, only to find Thea there with him. They planned on killing both and Harry tried to protect Thea from them, only to be shot by one of the men when Oliver and Diggle finally arrived.
Lance wasn't sure how to take the news that somewhere in the city, Harry might have been dying right now. There were moments where the kid did nothing but remind him of Oliver Queen, but there were times where he saw the teen for who he really was and actually liked him.
Once he was finished talking to Thea and having the sketch artist draw up the two assailants, Lance couldn't believe his eyes at the one man. "Holy crap," he muttered under his breath as Oliver sat beside Thea, holding her hand.
"What is it, Detective?"
"I've seen him somewhere before, I'm not quite sure where though." Lance replied, standing up and walking to the corner of the room, remembering the man who had been beside Adam Hunt the day the two archers had first attacked him. "Constantine Drakon…"
Oliver managed to hear the name but didn't say anything. "Detective, may I step out of the room and make a phone call?"
"Yeah, go ahead." Lance nodded.
Oliver got up, moving out of the interrogation room to see Laurel and Tommy walking in. "Ollie," Laurel called out to him, bringing him into a hug. Tommy did a little glance up and down Oliver's body to see if there were any noticeable injuries. "Are you okay? I just heard from Dad a few minutes ago."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thea's a little shaken up, but she'll be fine."
"What about Harry?" Tommy piped in, making Oliver look towards the floor. "Wait, Harry is okay, right?"
"He got shot trying to protect Thea, and we don't know where he is. Detective Lance has people out looking for him right now, so hopefully they'll find him and bring him here so he's safe."
"Why were they trying to kill Harry?" Tommy asked, while Oliver scratched the back of his head. Laurel knew the answer, because Lance was the one who told her, but she wasn't sure if it was her place to say.
"You wanna tell him, or should I?" Laurel asked, and Oliver nodded.
"The reason those the men were trying to kill Harry is because they apparently think he is the Red Arrow."
Stunned silence fell upon them as Tommy stood there with wide eyes, with Oliver waiting worried about what Tommy was thinking. Then, Tommy started laughing hysterically, catching both Oliver and Laurel off guard. "What's so funny?" Laurel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"They thought Harry of all people was the Red Arrow? Have you seen him try to move around? It's like watching a dog wear boots for the first time and stumble across the room. I can't imagine Harry Potter would ever be able to wear that hood and be 'The Devil of Starling City.'"
"Devil of Starling City?" Oliver asked, surprised by the nickname.
"That's what some people are calling him now, some of the guys the Red Arrow's taken down recently have said he's the devil. Claims he's teleported across the room, thrown objects without even touching them, and even had them levitate in the air without even moving a finger." Laurel explained, having seen the eyewitness testimony and how terrified they were.
Oliver had heard how Harry had taken down Brodeur that night, using his magic to scare him to confess, but he didn't realize Harry was doing this every day he went out there by himself. Honestly there hadn't been many "team-ups" between the two since that night, and Harry had been trying to work on his own so Oliver could maintain his position at the company. Part of him wondered if perhaps that was why Harry's secret was discovered, because Oliver wasn't there to make sure he wasn't caught.
"Devil is a strong word. If he really was a devil then he wouldn't do anything good." Oliver pointed out, remembering one of Harry's long rants about why the Devil was really misunderstood and that the whole evil murderous being that's been depicted in a lot of sources was really false information, even though Harry himself couldn't come up with the proof behind his claim. In Harry's eyes the Devil was really supposed to be one of the good guys but he was in his rebellious years and ended up being punished by God and forced to rule over Hell as a result, never to return to Heaven. He wasn't sure where Harry got that story from, but it was something that he came up with about a year ago, right after his last disappearance following their bout of training with Talia, whom Harry had some tense chemistry with.
"Devil is just a word... but it does scare people," Laurel sighed, before turning her mind back to the topic. "But, back to what's important... Tommy's right, Harry can't be the Red Arrow. Why do they think that?"
"No idea, but they were so confident about it that they were going to kill Thea too. She would have been shot if Harry hadn't jumped in the way. He held off both of them long enough for us to get to safety. Harry managed to escape, but he's injured."
"So, Harry's out there somewhere being chased by two psychos that think he's the Red Arrow, and Harry's at an even higher disadvantage because he's injured?" Tommy asked. "I can call my Dad, see if he'll help search for him."
"That'd be great, I'd appreciate it."
"I'll be right back," Tommy nodded in response, walking away as he pulled his phone out. Laurel grabbed Oliver's arm and pulled him to the side.
"Ollie, where's your Mom and Walter?"
"They're at the office, there was a meeting last night and they were busy working on some paperwork. I called them and let them know about everything."
"Thank god, I can't imagine what you're going through right now."
"I'll be fine, I'm more worried about Harry and Thea." Oliver simply stated, turning towards the interrogation room where Thea was leaned forward, laying her head on the table. "Can you stay with Thea while I make a call?"
"Of course." Laurel smiled, as Oliver grabbed his phone.
Oliver walked into the hallway and dialed Harry's phone number.
His entire walk to the precinct was nerve-wracking. Harry didn't know how long this spell would last, so each step was packed with urgency, pushing his way through the other civilians on the sidewalk. He had a horrible feeling Drakon and Electrocutioner wouldn't be too far away, but he couldn't stand around and wait for them to come to him, he had to go someplace to where he could get a moment to breathe and develop a plan.
After forty minutes he finally walked into sight of the precinct when his phone rang, noticing Oliver's name plastered on the screen. Harry kept his head down as he answered, hoping the spell would last a little longer. "Hey, everyone okay?"
"Mom and Walter are at the office, Laurel's in with Thea keeping her company. Diggle, I'm not sure but I'm pretty sure he's throwing up in the bathroom, like he's been doing all morning."
Harry stopped in his tracks, tilting his head unconsciously at the Diggle comment. "Why is throwing up?"
"Well, apparently," Oliver's voice became hushed as he continued, "he witnessed you using the Force on one of the guys that attacked you." Harry's eyes grew wide in disbelief, how could he have forgotten that Diggle saw him use magic last night.
"I wasn't thinking at the moment. They were leagues above Diggle's skill-level, he would have died. I told him what happened, but it's not important right now. We can discuss that later when I'm not being chased by those psychopaths."
"Right, have you figured anything out yet?"
Harry sighed in defeat. "No, I'm still thinking. I was coming to see if the coast was clear to meet you guys, but I think my time slot to get inside might be up," he replied, frowning as he felt his nose jerk back into place, and the hair on his forehead prickled upwards. The spell had worn off now, so he was officially out in the open, and even his voice was now completely normal. "That target's back in place now so I'm in trouble now. Hopefully psycho 1 and 2 don't show…"
A knife flew past his head and into the wall ahead of him, making him stand up straight. "I'll call you back."
Harry slowly turned his head, removing his hood to see Drakon standing by a car shaking his head. "Hey, Red. Where'd you go last night?"
"You're still on this?" Harry asked with an innocent smile. "I'm telling you I'm not him Mr… whatever your name is."
"Come on, you really aren't going to keep playing dumb for the last few minutes of your life, are you? You know who I am."
Harry shrugged, "I really don't know who you are, and besides, I don't think calling you the Psycho who shot me would make you happy."
"I don't care what you call me, Red. You won't be saying much soon anyway." Drakon said with a roll of his eyes, pulling yet another knife from the inside of his jacket.
"You really have a thing for knives don't you?" Harry asked with a worried tone to his voice. Drakon didn't respond as he launched forward, and Harry dove out of the way, rolling to his feet, feeling the wound on his stomach ache, making him grunt in pain.
As Harry started running, Drakon smiled. Harry ran in front of an alley, and out of nowhere a lightning bolt slammed into his chest throwing him into the side of a parked car. Harry growled, knowing it was Electrocutioner, and merely gave a smile as he apparated behind the assassin.
"What?" Electrocutioner asked with shock, only to be met with a punch to the back of his head, knocking him out. Harry rolled his eyes, and apparated to the top of the rooftop to hide for a minute.
Drakon ran around the corner to see Electrocutioner laying on the ground and shook his head. "How did Red even stay on his feet after that? I thought there was enough electricity in that hit to kill two men?"
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. He took a deep breath as he realized what this meant for him. As long as he was out here on his own, Drakon would be looking for Harry Potter.
He had only one choice now, and it was probably the most reckless thing he could have ever done in his life...
Lance saw the teen walk through the doors with a blank expression on his face, and about had a heart attack seeing him safe. "Harry!" he called out to him, racing to meet him, only to be stopped by Harry holding his arms out with his hands closed. "What are you doing?"
"I want to turn myself in, Detective. I'm the Red Arrow."
