Chapter 8: Blam!
Dinah woke up with a splitting headache. "What happened?"
"You're boyfriend used a trick arrow on us and knocked us out. I think I have a pretty good idea as to where he went. He went to get Barbara without us."
"He's not my boyfriend. Don't worry we'll get Barbara."
"How are we going to get Barbara? We have no idea where she is."
"Yes we do."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't think Connor was going to let it go, so before he knocked us out, I put a tracking devise on him."
"Good thinking."
"I learn from the best. All we have to do is trace the signal and then we can save Barbara and him." She headed to the computers and started typing like crazy.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yeah, Barbara started to show me how to do some of this stuff. He's at an abandoned warehouse on 54th Street."
"Good job. Let's get there before it's too late."
* * * * *
Connor entered the warehouse. Right now the only thing he wanted was to kill Onomatopoeia. He's has put him through so much pain. This creep deserves to die. He didn't care about the no kill policy. He didn't care that superheroes didn't kill. All he cared about is what he wanted and the only thing he wanted was to kill Onomatopoeia.
Connor was searching throughout the warehouse trying to find either Barbara or Onomatopoeia. He found a locked door and smashed it open. Inside was Barbara tied up with tape over her mouth. "Barbara, thank god I found you!" He removed the tape from her mouth.
"Connor get out of here! It's a trap!" Suddenly the door closed on him. He tried to shove it open but it was locked.
"Slam." He turned around and there was Onomatopoeia dressed in black, with the bulls eye mask on, and a gun in his hand.
"Well, you wanted me, you got me. Here I am. Now let Barbara go."
"Blam." He pointed a gun at Connor and fired. Connor moved out of the way just in time. Connor picked up an arrow and fired it at him. Onomatopoeia tried moving away from the arrow but he wasn't fast enough and it caught onto his shoulder. He ripped the arrow out and snapped it in half. "Snap," he said. Connor always thought that it was annoying that the only thing the guy ever said were sound effects. Well, that was why he called himself Onomatopoeia.
Connor lunged at him, knocking him over. He started punching him hard in the face remembering all the pain that he had caused him. Onomatopoeia took hold of his gun and smashed Connor over the head with it. He then kicked him hard in the stomach. Connor was on the floor, dizzy, and unable to move.
"Blam," he said. The word blam meant it all. When Onomatopoeia said blam it meant that he was going to fire his gun. It was all over for Connor now. Blam was the last thing his father heard before he died. Now it was going to be the last thing Connor ever heard.
His life flashed before his eyes. There were so many things that he regretted. There were so many things that he should have done. One thing he shouldn't have done was come here alone. If he hadn't been acting so stupid and let his rage take control of him then he wouldn't be in this position right now. One thing he should have done was tell Dinah how he felt about her. Now she'll never know. He knew that if he was ever going to get out of this somehow then he would tell her how he felt.
Onomatopoeia was about to fire his gun when it suddenly flew out of his hand. "Huh?" He turned around and somebody punched him in the face and he fell to the ground.
"Connor, are you okay?"
"Dinah? Helena? I thought I told you to stay out of this. How did you know I was here anyway?"
"I put a tracking devise on you before you knocked us out." Dinah told him. Helena went over to help Barbara and untied her.
"Barbara, are you okay?" she asked her.
"I'll live. Thank god you got here when you did."
"I can't believe you put a tracking devise on me," Connor said.
"I can't believe you knocked us out with your trick arrow," Dinah responded.
"Well, I guess that makes us even," he told her. She helped him up.
"Are you all right? He hit you pretty hard on the head."
"I'll be fine. How's Barbara?"
"It looks like she'll be okay," Helena said. She picked her up. "I'll carry her to the van. I'll meet you guys there. I just called Reese so they can arrest him." she said referring to Onomatopoeia. Helena left with Barbara.
"I still can't believe you came here by yourself," Dinah said.
"I can't believe you followed me."
"Yeah, well if I hadn't, both you and Barbara would be dead."
"Let's not argue about this right now. We stopped Onomatopoeia and everybody's alright. That's all that really matters."
"You're right." suddenly Dinah heard a rustling. "Did you hear something?" she asked him. Suddenly she saw that Onomatopoeia was conscious and had a gun in his hand pointing to Connor.
"Blam."
"No!" She pushed Connor out of the way and the bullet scraped against her shoulder.
"Dinah!"
"I'm fine. He just got my shoulder." Dinah just saved his life. That was the second time in just five minutes. Even though the bullet only scraped against her shoulder, and it was nothing that stitches couldn't handle, it still didn't depress the rage that was about to make him explode. He saw some blood seeping out of her and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"You son of a bitch!" Onomatopoeia fired at him again.
"Blam, blam, blam," he said. Connor got out of the way and the bullets missed him. He shot an arrow at Onomatopoeia in the arm and kicked the gun out of his hand.
"I'm gonna kill you!" He punched him hard in the face. He started beating him senselessly. He just kept hitting him like he had no control over his body. He hit him harder and harder. He thought about how much this jerk ruined his life. He knew he was going to kill him and nobody could stop him. He didn't care. He picked up an arrow and put it near his throat. "This is for my father."
"Connor, stop. You can't kill him," Dinah said.
"I can and I will."
"Connor, can't you see this is what he wants."
"I don't give a damn about what he wants. All I care about is what I want and I want him dead."
"Killing him won't bring your father back. If you kill him you won't gain anything. You would just have taken away a life. Do you know how hard it was for me when I faced my mother's killer? I wanted to kill him so badly but I didn't. I knew it was wrong. Ever since then I've known that no matter what it's never right to kill somebody.
"Connor, right now, what your feeling, it's just rage. You can't let your anger take control of you. Connor, we don't kill. We don't kill no matter what. Your father wouldn't have wanted this. Just think about your father for a second. He wouldn't want you to become a killer." Connor listened to every word she had just said and he knew what he had to do. He let go of the rage inside of him and threw away the arrow he was holding and just hit Onomatopoeia hard in the face knocking him out.
"Thanks, Dinah. That was the third time today you saved me." Tears started to poor out of his eyes and Dinah went over to him and hugged him. She just held on to him. He didn't know how long they were hugging but when she was holding on to him, she made him feel safe.
* * * * *
The next day
They were all in the Clock Tower still celebrating their victory. Then Dinah finally said what she had been dreading to admit since their battle with Onomatopoeia ended. "So, I guess you're going to have to go back to Star City now since there's no reason for you to stay."
"I don't know, I wouldn't say that."
"What do you mean? We stopped Onomatopoeia. You have to go back to Star City now."
"That's what I always thought I would do. I always thought that once I stopped him I would be the vigilante of Star City again. But the problem is, is that I've found another reason to stay in New Gotham."
"And what would that be?" He was nervous from what he was about to say but he knew had to say.
"You."
"What? What do you mean me?"
"I mean you. I want to stay for you. Since I met you my life has become so clear all of a sudden. I don't know why but I just have this feeling like it's the right thing to do. When I was lying there, about to die, the first person I thought about was you."
"You can't just be staying because of me. What about Star City?"
"Green Arrow's been away from Star City for two years now and the city's doing fine without him. There's no major criminals to catch or drug dealers to stop. Right now it's pretty peaceful. While I was gone somebody else probably filled my position as the city's vigilante. Look, Dinah, I like you a lot and I don't want to leave. I want to stay here in New Gotham with you and the other Birds."
"You mean that?"
"Yeah, that is, if you want me to stay."
"Of course I want you to stay." She got up and hugged him.
"Hey, come here." He took her hands and he couldn't believe what he was about to do. He leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise she was kissing him back. They broke apart.
"I'm glad you're staying."
"So am I." He leaned in and kissed her again.
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That was the final chapter of Onomatopoeia. What did you think of it? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Did you love it? Did you want to throw up every time you read a new chapter? Please review. I'm thinking about writing a sequel.
Dinah woke up with a splitting headache. "What happened?"
"You're boyfriend used a trick arrow on us and knocked us out. I think I have a pretty good idea as to where he went. He went to get Barbara without us."
"He's not my boyfriend. Don't worry we'll get Barbara."
"How are we going to get Barbara? We have no idea where she is."
"Yes we do."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't think Connor was going to let it go, so before he knocked us out, I put a tracking devise on him."
"Good thinking."
"I learn from the best. All we have to do is trace the signal and then we can save Barbara and him." She headed to the computers and started typing like crazy.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yeah, Barbara started to show me how to do some of this stuff. He's at an abandoned warehouse on 54th Street."
"Good job. Let's get there before it's too late."
* * * * *
Connor entered the warehouse. Right now the only thing he wanted was to kill Onomatopoeia. He's has put him through so much pain. This creep deserves to die. He didn't care about the no kill policy. He didn't care that superheroes didn't kill. All he cared about is what he wanted and the only thing he wanted was to kill Onomatopoeia.
Connor was searching throughout the warehouse trying to find either Barbara or Onomatopoeia. He found a locked door and smashed it open. Inside was Barbara tied up with tape over her mouth. "Barbara, thank god I found you!" He removed the tape from her mouth.
"Connor get out of here! It's a trap!" Suddenly the door closed on him. He tried to shove it open but it was locked.
"Slam." He turned around and there was Onomatopoeia dressed in black, with the bulls eye mask on, and a gun in his hand.
"Well, you wanted me, you got me. Here I am. Now let Barbara go."
"Blam." He pointed a gun at Connor and fired. Connor moved out of the way just in time. Connor picked up an arrow and fired it at him. Onomatopoeia tried moving away from the arrow but he wasn't fast enough and it caught onto his shoulder. He ripped the arrow out and snapped it in half. "Snap," he said. Connor always thought that it was annoying that the only thing the guy ever said were sound effects. Well, that was why he called himself Onomatopoeia.
Connor lunged at him, knocking him over. He started punching him hard in the face remembering all the pain that he had caused him. Onomatopoeia took hold of his gun and smashed Connor over the head with it. He then kicked him hard in the stomach. Connor was on the floor, dizzy, and unable to move.
"Blam," he said. The word blam meant it all. When Onomatopoeia said blam it meant that he was going to fire his gun. It was all over for Connor now. Blam was the last thing his father heard before he died. Now it was going to be the last thing Connor ever heard.
His life flashed before his eyes. There were so many things that he regretted. There were so many things that he should have done. One thing he shouldn't have done was come here alone. If he hadn't been acting so stupid and let his rage take control of him then he wouldn't be in this position right now. One thing he should have done was tell Dinah how he felt about her. Now she'll never know. He knew that if he was ever going to get out of this somehow then he would tell her how he felt.
Onomatopoeia was about to fire his gun when it suddenly flew out of his hand. "Huh?" He turned around and somebody punched him in the face and he fell to the ground.
"Connor, are you okay?"
"Dinah? Helena? I thought I told you to stay out of this. How did you know I was here anyway?"
"I put a tracking devise on you before you knocked us out." Dinah told him. Helena went over to help Barbara and untied her.
"Barbara, are you okay?" she asked her.
"I'll live. Thank god you got here when you did."
"I can't believe you put a tracking devise on me," Connor said.
"I can't believe you knocked us out with your trick arrow," Dinah responded.
"Well, I guess that makes us even," he told her. She helped him up.
"Are you all right? He hit you pretty hard on the head."
"I'll be fine. How's Barbara?"
"It looks like she'll be okay," Helena said. She picked her up. "I'll carry her to the van. I'll meet you guys there. I just called Reese so they can arrest him." she said referring to Onomatopoeia. Helena left with Barbara.
"I still can't believe you came here by yourself," Dinah said.
"I can't believe you followed me."
"Yeah, well if I hadn't, both you and Barbara would be dead."
"Let's not argue about this right now. We stopped Onomatopoeia and everybody's alright. That's all that really matters."
"You're right." suddenly Dinah heard a rustling. "Did you hear something?" she asked him. Suddenly she saw that Onomatopoeia was conscious and had a gun in his hand pointing to Connor.
"Blam."
"No!" She pushed Connor out of the way and the bullet scraped against her shoulder.
"Dinah!"
"I'm fine. He just got my shoulder." Dinah just saved his life. That was the second time in just five minutes. Even though the bullet only scraped against her shoulder, and it was nothing that stitches couldn't handle, it still didn't depress the rage that was about to make him explode. He saw some blood seeping out of her and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"You son of a bitch!" Onomatopoeia fired at him again.
"Blam, blam, blam," he said. Connor got out of the way and the bullets missed him. He shot an arrow at Onomatopoeia in the arm and kicked the gun out of his hand.
"I'm gonna kill you!" He punched him hard in the face. He started beating him senselessly. He just kept hitting him like he had no control over his body. He hit him harder and harder. He thought about how much this jerk ruined his life. He knew he was going to kill him and nobody could stop him. He didn't care. He picked up an arrow and put it near his throat. "This is for my father."
"Connor, stop. You can't kill him," Dinah said.
"I can and I will."
"Connor, can't you see this is what he wants."
"I don't give a damn about what he wants. All I care about is what I want and I want him dead."
"Killing him won't bring your father back. If you kill him you won't gain anything. You would just have taken away a life. Do you know how hard it was for me when I faced my mother's killer? I wanted to kill him so badly but I didn't. I knew it was wrong. Ever since then I've known that no matter what it's never right to kill somebody.
"Connor, right now, what your feeling, it's just rage. You can't let your anger take control of you. Connor, we don't kill. We don't kill no matter what. Your father wouldn't have wanted this. Just think about your father for a second. He wouldn't want you to become a killer." Connor listened to every word she had just said and he knew what he had to do. He let go of the rage inside of him and threw away the arrow he was holding and just hit Onomatopoeia hard in the face knocking him out.
"Thanks, Dinah. That was the third time today you saved me." Tears started to poor out of his eyes and Dinah went over to him and hugged him. She just held on to him. He didn't know how long they were hugging but when she was holding on to him, she made him feel safe.
* * * * *
The next day
They were all in the Clock Tower still celebrating their victory. Then Dinah finally said what she had been dreading to admit since their battle with Onomatopoeia ended. "So, I guess you're going to have to go back to Star City now since there's no reason for you to stay."
"I don't know, I wouldn't say that."
"What do you mean? We stopped Onomatopoeia. You have to go back to Star City now."
"That's what I always thought I would do. I always thought that once I stopped him I would be the vigilante of Star City again. But the problem is, is that I've found another reason to stay in New Gotham."
"And what would that be?" He was nervous from what he was about to say but he knew had to say.
"You."
"What? What do you mean me?"
"I mean you. I want to stay for you. Since I met you my life has become so clear all of a sudden. I don't know why but I just have this feeling like it's the right thing to do. When I was lying there, about to die, the first person I thought about was you."
"You can't just be staying because of me. What about Star City?"
"Green Arrow's been away from Star City for two years now and the city's doing fine without him. There's no major criminals to catch or drug dealers to stop. Right now it's pretty peaceful. While I was gone somebody else probably filled my position as the city's vigilante. Look, Dinah, I like you a lot and I don't want to leave. I want to stay here in New Gotham with you and the other Birds."
"You mean that?"
"Yeah, that is, if you want me to stay."
"Of course I want you to stay." She got up and hugged him.
"Hey, come here." He took her hands and he couldn't believe what he was about to do. He leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise she was kissing him back. They broke apart.
"I'm glad you're staying."
"So am I." He leaned in and kissed her again.
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That was the final chapter of Onomatopoeia. What did you think of it? Did you like it? Did you hate it? Did you love it? Did you want to throw up every time you read a new chapter? Please review. I'm thinking about writing a sequel.