My name is Thea Queen.

After spending five years in hell, my brother finally found his way back home. To us. Until 2 years ago, when I lost him again.

To honor his memory, I now hunt down those who are poisoning my city, in hopes that one day, I'll bring his killer to justice.

But to do so, I can't be the billionaire spoiled partygirl I once was.

I have to forge myself into a weapon. I have to become someone else. I have to be..some-thing..else...


'I'M NO LITTLE GIRL..'


"You sure it's safe around here?" the chief guest of this...let's call it an event for the time being, asked his colleague.

"I'm pretty sure, Mr. Fernandez. Don't worry."

"I still don't get why we have to do this in Starling?" the old man grumbled.

"Would you rather do it in Central City? With that streak putting mobsters from every known circuit in prison cells, before they even fucking blink..?"

"Actually, yeah.." he nervously answered the query.

"An archer, a girl at that too, scares you more than a speedster. Go figure!" he laughed it off.

"At least, he doesn't kill," wise old man's wise old words.

"Don't worry," he re-iterated the sentence.

"The Hood retired..or better, died. And she? Well, she's just a little girl..a cheap knock-off, if you will.

We literally have two dozen guards here.

Military grade weapons.

Hell, even some of the SCPD guys. She's got a death wish if she even thinks of coming here."

Well, I'm no little girl. And they were about to find that out.

I turned off the bug. For I had everything I needed.

Vincent was hosting a "party" in that warehouse.

Probably involves auctioning off girls which he deemed as "less" lucrative for the higher ups in New Gotham.

"B plus" he calls them. Sick.

Still, who keeps a laptop for recording such revelations? And then, doesn't even carry it?

For a scientist, that was awfully stupid. But then again, so is human trafficking.

Now, I wasn't in the building. For I knew when I was outnumbered. Outgunned.

And unlike Miller, I wasn't stupid. I know that the field isn't the place to try new shit.

I wasn't that good of an archer or a fighter to live my way through what can only be described as a small army in there.

But, I knew how to play to my strengths.

Tech, stealth, a bit of athleticism and darkness.

They didn't call me the Dark Archer for no reason.

I was sitting on top of the adjacent building's roof when I shot an arrow through the fuse box just outside the warehouse. Sparks lit it up.

That will get things started.

You could hear them. You could smell the fear and panic in there. Even from up here.

Alerted, running around in a frenzy and ready to fire at anyone who comes through the door.

Luckily, I wasn't coming in through one.

Keeping the binoculars aside and turning the other bug off, I fired an arrow heading for the giant antenna, fixed onto the unmanned rooftop.

With the zipline set, I quickly swung my way to the glass window, located right in the middle of it all.

I put the sonic device on it's top, to crack it just right within seconds, such that it doesn't break through it.

On went the hood and the bottom mask to cover the lower half of my face, as I stood on it's edge.

Time to make an entry.

Another arrow went flying through.

I closed my eyes.

3.

2.

1.

Boom.

My explosive arrows release an extinguisher like gas as an after-effect, taking out the flames of the explosive, and thereby, still maintaining the dark, mixed with all the smoke and gas.

Better yet, making them feel nauseous, in the process.

That should give me some time to settle in.

I jumped through the now-glassless window to land on my feet and rolled down to a firing position.

Two guys came through the smoke sensing someone land and I punched the first and dodged the other to jump through and hide behind a bulky cannister.

There are subtleties to a fight. The aggressor hardly ever wins.

They were trying to find me with their torches and whatnot, while coughing very hard.

Sure. Keep trying.

After all, I had my eyes on the gold. I take out Miller and I take out about half the drug cartel and 90% of human trafficking in this city in one single night.

Adding fuel to the fire, imagine what he could do if he actually wins the Mayoral elections next month, which he will, if I don't take him out right here, right now.

That's the mission. The only thing that matters.

So, I found my way crawling along the walls to place my devices on the edges and on some of the giant pillars, holding this place in it's position.

"Create panic and get your prep done..." One of my first lessons in stealth.

Nothing is like peanut butter in life. All smooth and easy.

Of course, there was a hiccup.

You could hear the sound emitting from the devices. But they were all too busy to notice.

I grinned at the game in play.

For the trap was laid and the bait was set.

I walked out of the fog to head to the office when I heard a voice thrown at me, "THERE!" he said and plentiful of bullets followed my way as I once again jumped for cover.

I was pinned, with no way out of this.

Luckily, I came with a backup plan.

I shot an arrow in the sky which exploded mid-air, silencing them all, just for a second but it was enough time as I shouted for them.

"WAIT...!" my cry.

And for a moment, everything became still. Everything. I had their attention.

Gullible guys.

Mistake number one.

I activated the detonator and all the devices exploded internally, mixing the two chemicals, separated earlier by a wall, which reacted to form another gas.

I threw a sticky device to the top of the nearest wall from my laid down position behind some barrels.

It acted as my speaker as I began throwing words to my watch, "the gas you are inhaling is not just tear gas.

It's mixed with a compound which I say matches the composition of a poison I can't even pronounce.

You have about, umm..maybe ten minutes? I don't know, maybe less! to get to a hospital and get a cure. Maybe.

I'd love a fight or two guys, but I guess, we just don't have the time today. Sorry! Maybe nex-"

They didn't even wait for me to complete my sentence.

So much for loyalty.

Still, what's the point of brute strength when mind can win you fights?

"That was smart, young lady," I heard a voice coming my behind, with a laugh which was getting louder with each passing second.

I stood up to witness the man of the hour. Vincent Miller. In the flesh. Finally.

"What can I say? It was smarter to lie," I smirked.

Mistake number two.

"Now, come on, young lady.

Tell me that I've failed this city. Come on.." he smiled and almost sang those last few words.

"I've been dying for a live show. How much is it for a private show, by the way?" he said, licking his lips.

"You killed that family, when you just needed the husband. What does that say about you?" I threw the words at his face, his smile long gone, accompanied by a look which often appears with people like him.

"That I'm thorough? A perfectionist? Living embodiment of a man that does what..must be done!?

And please, call me Vincent.."

"You killed kids, Vincent. There's no coming back from that."

"You'll be amazed, frankly," he laughed again.

I picked out an arrow and placed it in my bow, in response.

"What do you know of the Undertaking?" my question.

"Oh, the Undertaking...that's more of a history lesson now, isn't it? I look to the future. As visionaries do.."

An arrow went flying, almost lacing his earlobe.

He moved his head slightly to his left to evade. But he was unflinched. At least, metaphorically.

"As I was saying..." he continued. "That Merlyn sure did what he used to talk about. Now, that's called ambition, girl. Your generation definitely needs a strong reminder of that."

"THE UNDERTAKING. NOW!"

"You really wanna waste my precious time by asking silly questions like these?"

"No. I wanna put an arrow through you and rip out your guts. But I'll settle for the information. Thank you very much.."

He laughed. Almost maniacly.

"Alright. Listen then. I handled...details. You know, the device? It needed a lots of unique tech that I had to smuggle in. Also, kept the whole shin-ding out of public eye.

Everything done at a snail's pace. Nothing big enough that the cops could even smell a whiff. That sort of thing, you know."

"No. I don't. But, you were just a handler? Everyone connected to Unidac Industries is dead. And so are you supposed to be. So, I don't buy that for a second. Give me the truth. NOW..!"

"Oh, you're right. Clever girl. But I guess, you'll never know."

"And why would be that?"

"Because you missed one," he smirked.

"WHA-?"

I felt a strong bang on the back of my head at that very instant. As if my skull had developed a little crack somewhere. So painful, that I fell down immediately and my eyes couldn't concentrate.

A guard probably came back realizing my bluff and hit me straight in the head with a rod. I heard the rod drop to the floor. As if..as if..my eyes were closing..I can't..I..I...

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm gonna just get the final order in and come right back," I told her with the phone placed between my chin and my right shoulder while I tried lifting the crate of empty bottles to the pile, before hearing a loud bang as my eyes twitched.

Sigh.

"Sorry, mom. I got to go. I just dropped a crate full of bottles. I need to..oh, of course, I'll be careful in cleaning it up.

Mom!

I'm hanging up. Be back in an hour. Bye.."

"Love you," I always add the words in the end.

It helps. Both of us.

But still..moms, right?

"Now who'll clean this up?" I asked while walking over to the corner to bring a dry cloth and a bucket for those broken bottles that weren't really empty.

"Who else?" I said as I looked at my reflection in the wet floor.

"Who else..?" I grumbled again.

"Maybe a spray to clean the door's bottom..?" I thought.

The beer had swept under the door to the other side.

"Shit."

"I don't even know how to enter in there."

I had asked Oliver about this room a couple of times when he was in charge of the Verdant. Never gave me a satisfactory reply.

"Let's see..."

There was no handle. Just a loose doorknob with a rusted keyhole. "What the hell?" I said as I twisted it.

The bloody thing came off...entirely.

I was still wondering about that, when I noticed a newly installed gadget-y thing on the right hand corner of the adjacent wall.

Well, almost new. The casing was badly rusted. Perfect disguise. Except, someone left the case open.

I walked over and opened it completely. A keypad appeared in front of me.

"What the hell, Oliver!?"

Nothing was making sense. Not one bit.

I always suspected that he was into some shady stuff ever since I saw the hate for him in Wilson's eyes.

How'd he ever know a person like Slade Wilson in the first place? I knew the answer, of course. It was from the island, but still.

I brought the spray with me. "Let's see.."

I used it in an attempt to get the prints on the keypad.

"Jackpot."

"7,8,9,5 were the four numbers."

"What now..!"

"Hm..7895? No.

8957? No. Is it 7958? No.

Uhh! This is gonna take all day."

"Hell, if a number repeats, then it may even be a five or a six digit code. Maybe seven."

And since his facebook password was once along the lines of 122221LL...well, I was done.

"You win, Ollie," I said and turned around to walk away, when I heard the door creak. Just a little bit.

"What the-"

I couldn't believe it until I saw the door pushed inside, from inside, with my own two eyes.

"I should call 911.." were my first thoughts when I heard a sound inside. I took a step away instantaneously. Almost like a reflex.

But I stopped. When I realized...

This is it. This is where I get all my answers. Oliver was involved in something. Today is the day I find out..the reason for which he had to die.

And for that, I'm..not gonna be afraid.

So, I did the same thing that every scared teenager would do in my situation. I flung upon the door and took my first step forward with a false sense of courage.

"What did you do Oliver? What did you do..?"

I felt a rush of water hit me right in the face. It felt like drowning.

Took more than a minute to get my breath back.

The view was still opaque with the droplets dripping from my hair to the wet floor, blinding me to the scene.

Great. Just great.

I tried to move. But I couldn't. Not one bit.

It was almost as if I was being pushed up across by a crane..or being hung upside down by my legs through the ceiling.

"Close enough," I said under my breath as I finally looked up.

Even my hands were tied behind my back. No escape.

It took some time to get my shit together and just..breathe. Probably the reason why I didn't even notice that my mask was off.

"Miss Queen! Oh, I certainly hope that we didn't disturb your royal sleep, did we now?"

"What did you just sa- shit."

He beamed at my realization.

"Now, I have to kill you. All of you, you fools!" I shouted at half a dozen of those clowns.

"Now, now. You're in no position to make any sort of threats, Miss Queen.

Although..I am curious. How do you go from being heir to that Queen family riches to taking down people like me?

Can't have been easy. That transition, was it now? That motivation. But really, isn't money enough power for you rich folks? or killing satisfies something inside you that money can't?

I understand though. I'm the same", he grinned at the words.

"But tell me, how does it feel?"

"Well, hello, Harleen Quinn. But I ain't your Miss J, honey. So, if your therapy session is over, can we have a move on?"

"What else is there to move onto?" he smirked as he took a few steps forward.

"Tell me, what happened to you? What...led you to do this?" he said, almost touching my arm, to which I shook him off.

"Fiesty. You're like this..trained assassin, for a lack of better word."

It was at this instance that he placed his hand on the only piece of ornament I wear or actually care about now, which was hanging down to my eye sight.

"At least, tell me what this is, if not anything else?"

"It's a hozen.

It symbolizes reconnecting in Buddhism."

"Beautiful craftsmanship, isn't it? Why do you wear it?"

"Someone important gave this to me. He died."

"You mean, your brother. Aww. Now, that's called love, gentlemen. So rare in today's generation.."

"But anyhow, while we are at it, would you like a little reconnecting with your brother," he said as he ripped it away and placed his hand on his sidearm.

Seeing my frustration at that, he spoke up, "Don't worry, Miss Queen, I'll take good care of it in your absence."

"Oh, I'm not worried. I'd be more than happy to it off your corpse while heading back," I smiled back to him.

"Snarky. I kind of like it."

"You know what I'll like? I'd like to know who you are. What's so special about you? And the Undertaking? What's that got to do with you?

What kind of evil is lurking behind that shitty suit and those aimless asshats you call your guards."

He was licking his lips.

He was having fun.

I could feel him getting relaxed.

At ease.

He thinks he has won.

He hadn't realized it, yet..

You want to know what was my role?" he laughed.

"I'm a scientist, dear. Who do you think made all this vertigo? Yours truly," he said, bowing down.

As if he deserves appreciation. Oh, but he deserves something, alright.

"And the Undertaking?"

"What else was there to be made in the Undertaking?" he smiled.

"I am the Unidac Industries, poor girl.

Malcolm did all the dirty work. He thought he was clever enough to control me. Instead, he never realized that he was just a pawn. In a game so intricate, it was lost on him. He's gone now though and I reap in all the benefits.

Pretty funny that he died in the same earthquake. And his son was kind enough to join him..Ha..!"

"Why wait for so long?" I asked, keeping my emotions in check.

"Perfection takes time, my dear."

"It can't be rushed. The archers had to go, for starters. SCPD had to be paid. One. by. one. And this gorgeous product had to be..perfected.

Vertigo not wanting a partnership slowed it further down, but the Hood swooped in and took care of him as well. As they say, it all works out in the end."

"It's all about ambition, young girl. And now I have my eye on the next big thing."

"Making your money white by being the Mayor."

He looked at me to give his seal of approval. "Oh, I underestimated you. You've got the brains to go with that smoking hot bod'. I like it."

"And what about the witness?"

"Oh, what about him? I told him to stay away from my business and this case. But, he wouldn't listen. So, I rushed him to heaven. May God have mercy on his poor, poor soul.."

"You didn't need to kill his family, at the very least."

"What can I say? It brought me comfort knowing that he won't be alone up there. Besides, he probably would have told them something. This way, I win the case. 100 per cent. Nothing left to chance.."

"Unless, you confess."

"Like hell," he laughed.

He thinks he has won.

He hadn't realized it, yet..but I had just the trick I needed up my sleeve.

Right. My turn.


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