Chapter II: Wandering Samurai.
So far Jack had learned two things about this strange new land.
One was that this place was not as advanced as the future he came from. Though the tall towers that were located throughout the city were impressive and they were a statement of this world accomplishments and they were things in Jack's time that no one had ever experienced or dreamed of, not even himself. But when compared to the buildings of his world's future they were lacking in some of the state-of-the-art technology most had and there rather... unique designs. So hopefully he could better understand this world's culture than his own worlds.
The second thing he learned was that on any world the streets always hurt when you fall face first on them.
For the third time in the past several hours, Jack had collapsed onto the hard streets and now once again picked himself up. his injuries were more serious than he first thought. The first time he had collapsed he checked his body to see how much damage he had sustained and was a tad surprised to see how bruised his body was. The were several dark bruises all over his chest and other bruises were scattered about his body but they were not as severe as the ones on his chest. Also, his head throbbed with pain and he felt extremely dizzy to the point that he was almost seeing stars. Jack determined that he had a concussion, which is not that surprising considering he was just hit by a large tree hours ago.
And so Jack had been aimlessly wandering the streets, hoping to find something or somewhere where he could rest for a bit and then come up with a plan on what to do. If he could keep himself up long enough to find said place. However, his injuries kept growing worse and worse until Jack needed to stop walking as he leaned on a nearby wall with his back and slid down to the ground below.
He couldn't rest, though, not yet. He was in a new world, and if it were even half like his world, there would be danger at every corner. He needed to find some place safe before even thinking about sleep, no matter how tired he was.
Trying to get up from the floor, he found all of his strength gone as he could barley move a finger. His body was slowly shutting down as he tried to motivate himself to get back up. But not matter what his mind wanted his body to do, he still would not move. The exhaustion was taking over, as Jack felt his eyes start to close.
Perhaps it would be best if I were to rest for now." Jack thought as he struggled to keep his eye's open. His body couldn't take much more stress, and he knew that, so despite wanting to search through this city to find clues as to how to get home, he needed time to heal. Once he was rested and his injuries healed, he would continue his quest.
He had hoped this world would be kinder than his, he didn't want to have to fight anyone if that were possible. He had hoped that what Aku had said about never being able to return was just another of his lies. He had been through far too much and strived for so long that his journey couldn't end now.
No matter what, he would succeed in freeing his world and returning to the past. No obstacle would have block Jack from accomplishing his goal.
So with that thought, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, and his body was glad to finally get the sleep it craved. Though, perhaps going to sleep with a possible concussion was not his wisest decision.
A Samurai's Journey
Jack was not sure how long he was asleep but when he awoke the sun was setting and it was almost dark. So he assumed he had slept for almost an entire day. His injuries were feeling better but pain was still present in his body and the dizziness he was feeling was still just as bad as yesterday. Despite that, he still was able to go through the city and ask questions to anyone who would listen, and he made sure to phrase his words carefully. The last time he had asked someone if they knew how to travel back to the past they told him he was... crazy? Yes, they called him crazy he was sure of that. So he figured it would be best not to sound strange to others.
He also learned that the people here were more helpful when then the one's from his world. The people he asked were mostly homeless ones since Jack was traveling in a rather... distrustful neighborhood that seemed to be rather poor, but still they helped him and answered his questions as best they could and never once tried to attack him, which happened more than Jack liked to admit. The best answer he heard was that in a place called S.T.A.R Labs they were building something that could advance this world's own understanding of science. Jack had hoped that perhaps the machine could help him go home once his injuries were healed and he could travel properly.
And the last person he asked was middle-aged man with brown hair and when he looked at Jack and saw the bruises and cuts he asked if he needed a doctor. Jack was surprised that a stranger was worried for him, perhaps this world's people were nicer than people he met in the future, though Jack doubted that everyone was as caring as this man but he still liked to hope. So he respectfully declined his offer since he felt like his injuries were not as bad as they were yesterday.
As night came he traveled through the neighborhood for several more hours for somewhere to sleep his injuries started to howl in pain as they seemed to be getting worse with each step he took. He went down an alley and placed one of his arms against the wall to better support himself as he felt his dizziness increase to the point where his vision became clouded. He groaned slightly as he rubbed his fingers as he tried to clear his vision. However even though he could not see he could still hear, and he heard something that was all to familiar with. The sound of someone getting mugged.
"Pl-please don't do this." He heard a tired, pleading voice say. "I won't tell anyone what you did."
Shaking his head, Jack raised his head and was able to fully see what was going on. In front of him an old man with withered and dirty clothes being held against a wall by one arm with a gun to his head by a well built young man with an almost equally dirty leather jacket and pants.
"Yeah as much as I believe you." The young man said, sarcasm dripping through his voice. "I kinda DO need to do this." a frown full of anger crossed his face. "See when that psycho Malcolm blew up half of the glades, I lost my home, my job... my sister." his voice became more sorrowful before he glared at the old man and Jack could see his sorrow turn to rage. " So don't you tell me what the hell I don't have to do! I have had to do things I thought I would never freaking do just to survive!" The young man shouted, before pulling the safety of his gun. "So I'm gonna give you till the count of three to give me all your cash or else there is gonna be a lot of blood in this alley, and it ain't gonna be mine." He said menacingly as the old man had terror etched in his face as he tried his best to get out of the other mans grip.
Jack knew what he had to do. Dizziness be damned he wasn't going to let an innocent be killed right in front of him!
"1..."
"Please, I only have enough money for food I need to live." The old man begged. "It's not even that much."
Jack slowly walked forward trying his best to keep his balance as the young man glare intensified.
"2..."
"Please, I am begging you! I won't tell I swear to god, I'll move to another city even!
Jack collapsed onto one knee a few feet away from the two, who still did not notice him. His dizziness had gotten worse and he felt as if the pain in his head might explode his mind. But he could not fail! he needed to get up.
"3..."
"No please_!
"NO," Jack shouted mentally. In a flash, he quickly sprang from the ground towards the two with his sword unsheathed and raised above his head. When he got close enough, Jack immediately sliced his sword down at the gun, cutting it half just before it could fire as it fell to the ground.
The two men looked on in a mix of shock and awe as a man had flown out of nowhere and had been fast enough to cut a gun in half with a sword.
The mugger reacted quickly and threw a right cross at the new person who had disrupted the two, knowing that in a city with "heroes" that when some wacko with a sword comes at you, you best act fast.
However, Jack was faster. He simply leaned his head back slightly as the punch went whizzing by his face, right before he delivered a fast, sharp elbow at the mugger right across his cheek that sent him crashing to the ground, knocking him unconsciousness.
"Wh-who are you." the old man asked as his eyes coursed with wonder as his back slid down the wall he was pressed against to rest from all the craziness happening right now.
"My name is Jack." He answered, before bending down and inspecting the old man. "Are you alright sir, did this man hurt you?"
"Yeah i-i'm all right." He stuttered slightly. Still trying to process exactly what was happening. And when he realized what had happened he smiled and jumped up to hug Jack which caught him by surprise and made him wince a little from the pain caused by his bruises. "You saved my life! Oh, thank you thank you so much. If you hadn't rescued me with your sword than I would just be a bloody mess."
"It is fine sir, no thanks are necessary," Jack said with a small smile.
The old man's eyes then widened in shock as he looked at his savior like he was crazy. "No thanks necesar- You saved my life! He said incredulously. "I owe you so much and I wish I could repay you but I- wait I can!" He shouted before he ran to the dumpster to his right and reached under it with his arm and pulled out what looked like a bag of clothes. "I can't give you any money, but I can give you this." the old man said before he stuck out the bag of clothes in front of jack.
"Oh no, sir I could not possibly accept gifts from a man who needs it more than I," Jack said as he gently shoved the bag of clothes back to the man.
"It's the least I could do. These clothes I got from a guy today who was just throw-in away some of his old clothes." He shoved the bag back to Jack. "Please take it."
"Sir I know you mean well but I do not do this for thanks, I simply do it to help innocents, and it would go against my honor if I were to receive something from someone I saved."
"Son, my mother used to say that when good things happen to you, you better be good to them or else they'll come back to kick ya in the but. So please accept this gift not from someone you saved but from someone who wants to be helpful to ya." He said with a small thankful smile on his face. "Besides, from the looks of it, you look like you could use them."
Jack looked down to see what he meant and saw that his clothes were torn apart. His white robes were ripped and exposed most of his chest and bruises. his pants were no better as most of it had also been torn and exposed part of his legs. Also, he realized that he had lost his hairpiece when he was not sure, and his long black hair was falling over his shoulders. He looked from the bag to the man, before looking from the bag to his clothes and back to the man.
Slowly he took the bag from the man's hand, and a smile crossed his face. "Thank you, sir. You are truly a good man." He said before bowing down to the old man. The man felt a tad awkward before he to bowed, albeit a little shakily.
"It's no problem,"
"Also, would you happen to know a good place to rest?" Jack asked, the pain in his body still growing. Since this man lived in this city, Jack hoped he could answer him.
"Yeah, actually I do. It ain't fancy but its better than sleeping on the streets." The old man said before pointing over some buildings towards something Jack could not see. It must have been a good distance away. "There's this old warehouse all the way at the edge of the Glades. It looks like it's in ruins, but the insides are still good, and you should be able to sleep there. I should know, I've used to sleep there from time to time." He said, and Jack smiled at the man before bowing.
"You have truly been a great help, good sir."
"I should be saying that to you," he said before walking out of the alley and the down the streets. "I owe you my life friend, and I will never forget that. It's good to know we got another Arrow in this city!" He shouted happily as he waved good-bye to Jack.
"Arrow?" Jack said as he raised a confused eyebrow. Was that a compliment? He never did quite understand the jargon that the people in the city spoke.
But right now he had more important matters to deal with. He needed to think about what how he would get back to his own world. This world was unlikely to have any technology to get him back home. He had no idea how long the journey would take to get to S.T.A.R Labs, and the longer he took the longer Aku would reek havoc on his world's future.
The thought of the demon made his anger rise in his chest, his eyes starting to brim with a hateful fire. He quickly calmed himself down, letting out a long breath as he pushed his thoughts away from the demon.
Aku's reckoning would come one day.
Perhaps there was some magic here that could help him get back home? It would take some time and traveling, but maybe he could find a mystical relic or something akin to that to help him on his journey. There had been so many in his world, he did not see why this one should be any different.
A sharp pain rang through his body as he clutched his sides. Oh yes, he was still injured.
He needed to rest for now. Perhaps find somewhere warm for the night. Or at least with a roof over his head. It would probably be best to follow the old man's directions as he had no other ideas at the time. He looked up at the stars, the constellations here were barely any different from the one's he had back home. That was good; he always liked looking up at the night whenever he was troubled and seeing the stars. It always helped ease his soul and be more positive about his issues.
So he continued to look up at the starry night, slung the bag of clothes as he wandered through the city once more.
A Samurai's Journey
Most nights for Oliver ranged from annoying to awful. When you constantly have to fight some of Starling City's craziest there is very rarely a good evening.
This night, in particular, was a god awful night.
After figuring who or what stole the centrifuge at Queen Consolidated Oliver had wished he had never found out. The man who stole it had enough strength to punch a hole in a truck and had done the same to Oliver last night and left him bruised and made him extremely fearful. Not for his well being, but for everyone else. He had experienced something like this before and the last time he had lost a good friend. If this man had what he thought Slade had then he needed to find who the hell made it before he could build an army of monsters. And make sure none of his friends would be hurt.
So that was why he was currently in an A.R.G.U.S disaster bunker trying stop this monster from making more. He needed to make sure that if he did have the Mirakuru in his blood, he needed to find out where he got before they could make more or die-.
A crate went flying and crashed into a wall just a few feet behind him as it shattered into a thousand pieces.
Trying...
Looking up he saw the man in the black mask up on a catwalk and immediately raised his bow and fired his arrow at him. Unfortunately, he ducked to the right and avoided it. Oliver loaded another arrow and fired at his head but the man ran to the right and dodged it as the arrow hit the wall behind him. The masked man jumped from the catwalk down to a shelf below, knocking over some of the supplies on it before leaping down to the floor below right in front of Oliver. He tired to punch the Arrow, but Oliver easily ducked underneath it before turning around and firing his bola arrow at the man which wrapped a bola around the man's neck and tied him to a metal pole.
"Who are you?" Arrow asked harshly.
"Merely a follower." The man responded.
"Of who!"
"My brother." the man answered
"Did he give you the Mirakuru. Did he inject you with it!" Arrow shouted.
"No. He saved me with it." The man broke the bolas tied to his neck and rushed towards Oliver, but Oliver Simpy loaded an arrow and shot him in the foot as the arrow pierced through his shoe and dug itself into the concrete and then pulled another arrow from his quiver and did the same thing to the other foot, stopping him in his tracks.
"AHHHHHH!" The man shouted not from pain but rage. He tried to punch the Arrow in the side of his face but Oliver simply leaned his head back and avoided it. The man tried another punch but Oliver ducked down and hit him hard with his bow against his chest as he got back up. He then punched him with a right cross to the face and then spun around and hit him in the again with his bow as hard as he could but none of his blows seemed to leave a dent in him.
"Look's like I'm gonna have to just hit harder." Oliver thought as he then started to deliver a multitude of punches, kicks, and harsh bow strikes in an organized and vicious manner but even then the masked man didn't even seem hurt at all, just growing annoyed at the Arrows futile attacks.
Arrow tried hitting him with his bow again but this time, the masked man blocked it with his forearm and then punched Arrow 's hand with the force of a bull. He let out a cry of pain as he clutched his hand and dropped his bow to the ground. The man in the black mask then bent down and went to pulling out the arrows holding him down and managed to pull one of the arrows out of his foot. However before he could pull the other one out, Oliver unleashed a fierce combo of jabs and crosses all to the face which disoriented the incredibly strong criminal slightly, before the Arrow landed a mean kick to the back of his opponents knee that caused his leg to buckle and made him fall to the floor. However, the man in the black mask took advantage of the fact he was closer to his feet and grabbed the arrow lodged in his other foot. In an instant, he pulled out the final arrow holding him down and just as Oliver was about to land another punch to the face, the man in the black mask grabbed his arm just before the Arrow's fist made contact. And with seemingly no difficulty at all, he then lifted the Arrow of the ground like he weighed nothing and then slammed him to the ground on his back. Hard.
"Gah!" Oliver shouted in pain as he spit out blood but the man in the mask was not done as he kicked the Arrow in the stomach hard enough that it sent him flying to the roof before he hit a vent and came crashing back down. The masked man finished off the hero by punching him in the stomach one last time as he was falling. The force of the blow sent him flying through the air before he crashed into a shelf as it was destroyed spilling its contents all over Arrow. The masked man then walked toward a nearby shelf and grabbed a large crate full of powerful sedatives with one arm and left the building. Brother Blood would be pleased.
Oliver tried to get up, but the pain coursing through him made him immediately regret it. He assumed that he had several broken bones if not fractured one's considering the strength of the other man. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around; the masked man was gone. Peachy. Now he lost the only source he had to help him find the Mirakuru. Maybe Felicity coul-.
All of sudden he was overwhelmed by a nauseous feeling and his body felt like it was on fire. Looking down at his leg he saw that he had been injected with two needles. What they were he had no idea, but the white hot pain told him that it was not good.
He hit his communicator to call for help, but he could not even form the words as his vision started to get blurry.
And the last thing he saw before all he could see was darkness, was a man with torn clothes looking at him with worry.
A Samurai's Journey
When Jack had been looking for the building the old man had told him about when he heard the sounds of battle coming from a nearby warehouse. He went to go see what was, despite his injuries as he pushed past the pain. No matter how injured, if someone wsa in trouble Jck would alwyas help them. And when he heard someone shout from pain and then stopped hearing anything after that he moved even faster.
And now here he was standing over a man wielding a bow who was covered in various supplies and a destroyed shelf. Jack immediately bent down and checked the strange man for a pulse which thankfully he had but it was very weak. He checked his eyes, and saw his pupils were dilating. Jack then saw then needles that were sticking into his legs.
"Poison." Jack thought. He pulled out the needles to inspect them to see how he could help. Unfortunately , the label was not in any language he had seen and seemed to be coded. He knew how to treat poisons but if he had no idea what kind of poison was effecting this man, he would have to properly examine this man and find the necessary tools to help heal him which would waste valuable time.
So he picked up the man with both his arms and put him over his shoulders as he let out a grunt of pain. and just as he was about to leave he felt something whizzing right by his face and the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired.
"Let. Him. Go." He heard a voice full of anger growl at him from behind. Slowly, Jack turned around as he saw a lean African-American in a brown leather jacket, blue jeans and a black t-shirt glaring at him as he held a gun to him
"Please I-." Jack started but never finished
"Now!" He shouted as his voice echoed through the empty house with almost as much fury the man had on his expression.
Jack narrowed his eyes at the man. A strange man threatening him when all he wanted to do was help the man on his shoulder. Said man heavily injured and there seemingly being no one else here. Jack had developed an idea as to who this man was.
"Drop him. Slowly." The other man said, as he pointed with his gun to the floor. Jack obliged as he slowly and carefully moved the man from his shoulder to the floor. He never took his eyes of the strange man as he did so.
"Good. Now slowly-!" He never finished as jack quickly took of one of his sandals and used his foot to chuck it straight at the man as it went through the air. The other man immediately adjusted his aim from Jack to the shoe and shot it as it went falling to the ground with most of the top blown off. Though Jack would miss his sandal and now needed to find a new one it had served its purpose. Not to hit the man, but to distract him.
The moment Jack saw that the gun was off him, he rushed the other man who saw Jack running at him as he tried to aim the gun back at Jack, but Jack was faster. He landed a solid punch to the other man's gut as the man spat out globs of spit as he dropped the gun. The man tried hitting Jack with a left hook, but Jack crouched low to the floor as the punched went over his head. Quick as a bullet, Jack got back up as he delivered a mean uppercut straight to the man's chin which sent his head flying back. He followed with a jab to the man's chest, followed by another jab, then a hard cross to the man's face and then a right elbow to his cheek all in a matter of seconds. The man let out several groans of pain as blood started leaking from his mouth.
Jack decided it was time to end this as he spun around and raised his leg before thrusting it straight at his stomach... which the man caught with both his hands.
Jacks eyes widened in shock as the man quickly pulled on Jacks leg which pulled in Jack as the man delivered a fierce kick straight in Jack's gut.
Jack was sent sliding to the floor before he quickly went into a back flip and went up a few feet in the air before landing and getting into his stance. the man also got into his own stance as he glared at Jack while he held his sides with one arm.
"To take such attacks, you must be well trained." Jack commented
"Yes I am. And I'm so good that I'm gonna kick your ass back to whatever pit you crawled out of." The man said as his glare intensified.
Jack knew that this man was deadly serious and also knew that he was a very capable fighter, and right now he didn't have time to fight this man when another desperately needed help. So, although it would leave a bad taste in his mouth for using it on an un-armed man, he slowly started to unsheathe his sword as the man's expression immediately became more cautious. That is until they both heard the sound of a gun's safety being pulled off as they both looked to see who caused it.
There with a shaky gun in her hand, the same one the man had dropped to the floor, was a blond woman with her hair in a pony tail and glasses covering light green eyes. she had on a dark blue trench coat and black jeans as she aimed the gun at Jack.
"Put down the sharp and pointy weapon and step away from Ol- The Arrow." She corrected herself, as Jack stared at her as he felt confusion grow inside him. Again with that name. He had heard it from the old man and now from this young woman. He assumed now that the man on the floor a few feet away from him was this Arrow but who exactly was he?
"Felicity I told you to stay outside!" The stage man shouted
"I did John but when I heard you fighting inside and saw you having some trouble with this guy I decided to come and help." She said, before glancing at the unconscious man on the floor. "Besides, Arrow need's help right now from whatever the hell this guy did to him."
Jack's eyes widened. They thought he did this? then that would mean... He was horribly mistaken and he needed to fix this right now.
"Please wait, I did not do this." Jack said, and that got expressions of dis-belief and doubt to cross the other two persons faces. "I know that is not what it seems, but I am being sincere. I only came in here just now because I thought someone was hurt. And my suspicions were proven correct it seems."
"Yeah I'm sure." The man, John if Jack heard right, said, Skepticism filling his voice, "why the hell should we trust you."
"You do not have to." Jack told both of them firmly. "All you have to do is help that man. He has been poisoned and he desperately needs medicine. I give you my word that I will not attack you or your friend."
"Felicity don't listen to this guy we can't trust him!" John shouted
Felicity was extremely conflicted. If the man in front of her was telling the truth and he wasn't the one who hurt Oliver than there was nothing to worry about and her and Diggle could help Oliver with no issues. However if this weird sword guy was lying and had beat Oliver than she and John would have to fight the guy who beat The Arrow. And she hoped if that's what it came down to she and Diggle would walk away... preferably with all their limbs.
The more she thought about all the possible scenarios, the more her fear and worry started to rise, not just for her own safety but for Oliver's and John's to as she struggled to find an answer.
"Please." Jacks tone was more gentle and his voice crackled with kindness. He took a small step forward as Felicity tightened the grip on her gun. "I said don't move!" she shouted
"You must trust me." Jack continued, his voice still calm. "I know I am but a stranger to you but that does not matter right now. The longer we fight, the more likely it is this man shall die." Uncertainty spread through Felicity's face at Jack's words. "I only wished to help and if you believe me or not is not the point. What matter's most right now is that I am a simple man wishing to help another so that his death does not cause pain to the ones he cares most about. Like you. So please." Jack said as he looked into Felicity's eyes with his own that were coursing with genuine empathy.
"... If... If you really mean what you say then move away from The Arrow." She stuttered slightly as Jack nodded his head as he slowly moved away from the man on the floor as Felicity followed his every move with her gun.
"Felicity you know what you're doing," John asked
"Not a clue." Felicity answered
Jack kept moving farther and farther away until Felicity decided he was a far enough away from Oliver. "O.K stop." She said and Jack quickly stopped moving as Felicity ran towards Oliver and immediately knelt down next to him as John made sure to watch Jack in case he tries something. she quickly started checking every inch of Oliver's body. "He was right, Arrow's been poisoned but I don't know with what I don't know." her features looked close to panicking before Jack spoke. "There were to needles stuck in his legs, I assume that is what poisoned him." He said as he pointed to the two needles on the floor as Felicity immediately raced towards the needles and picked them up
"These things are coded and the computer in here is busted. I don't know what to do." She said as she started pacing around the room and looked very anxious.
"Then we have no choice," John said, still staring at Jack as he pulled out a... cell phone? It looked like the same device he saw in the future but he was not sure if that was the correct name for the device. "I'm calling 911."
"What John don't!" Felicity shouted as she ran up to him and knocked the phone out of his hand.
"Felicty!" John cried out in shock
"Oliver would rather die than have his secret exposed!" She said
"Well that what's gonna happen if he doesn't get some help!" He shouted, staring right at Felicity's face. "We can't save him and-."
"I know." She admitted interrupting John before he could finish. "But Barry can." She added
John became confused. "Barry? how can-"
"He's a forensics scientist." she interrupted him again. "He deals with poisons and this kind of crap all the time."
Diggle still looked unsure. "Please, John. I need you to trust me." she practically begged her friend as she started at him with pleading eyes
"... Alright, will get Barry." John let out a sigh as Felicity smiled at him
"Is there anything I can do to help," Jack asked, and Felicity and John remembered that they weren't the only ones here.
"Now hold on," John said aggressively. "Felicity may trust you, but I don't, and if you think that we're letting you near Arrow then you've got another thing coming." He said he glared at the samurai.
"John we don't have time for this," Felicity said as she tugged on his arm. "Oliver needs our help."
"I know., Which is why we need to question this guy. We have no idea who he is, who he works for or even where he came-." At that moment sirens started blazing outside, and Felicity ran to pick up Oliver and placed his arm over her shoulder
"Crap it's the police, they must have got a complaint from the noise; we have to leave now!" She said as she moved towards Diggle.
"But what about this guy we still need-" as he turned around he eyes widened as he saw the man was no longer there. He turned his head in every direction until he saw the samurai on a catwalk before jumping in the air and crashing through the skylight above him.
"John we have to go now!" Felicity shouted already heading towards the back entrance with Oliver over her shoulder and ran as fast as she could.
John momentarily wondered how the hell a guy got to a catwalk that fast before he heard footsteps coming towards him. He ran off as he thought of how he was gonna explain all of this to Oliver.
A Samurai's Journey
"Ow." Jack thought he landed on the ground. Perhaps going through the glass wasn't the smartest idea while he was injured. Especially after getting into a fight with said injuries and then after escaping the building he leaped down from the roof and then jumped from wall to wall of two buildings right next to each other until he landed on the ground
It definitely wasn't one of his better ideas.
He felt bad about leaving that man and was tempted to go back and help. However, it seemed like those two had a plan. Besides, if one of them didn't trust him, he was sure to cause more trouble than help. That and he had no idea if they were still in the building and if they were not in there, he would have no idea as to where to look.
So, even though he felt, even more, pain than before. He felt like collapsing a thousand times, his body trying desperately not to give into the pain as he walked through the streets. He found the bag he had left and continued to the place the old man had told him about.
And then he could collapse and finally rest.
Chapter II: End
Here is the second chapter my faithful readers. So Jack has met Team arrow for the very first time, and I think it went pretty well. So in case you didn't realize it, this chapter takes place in the season 2 episode " The Scientist." So this meeting will have an effect on the next chapter and hopefully, you will like the next chapter as much as you like this one. Again read and review, tell me what you liked and tell me what you didn't like and keep on hitting that favorite button and spread the word about this Fanfic. Also, I'm rather curious but please tell me in the reviews if you guys would like to see some of Jacks enemies and friends appear in the DC world.
Edit: I deleted certain parts of this chapter because after re-reading it, I found myself dissatisfied with some of the details.
This is the Black Mage of Phantasm signing off. Peace!
