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Later that evening Alex was waiting in the alley she had met the Arrow in the night before. She nervous redid the ponytail that she had pulled her auburn hair into.
"Hey," a voice said suddenly.
Alex jumped and spun around, reaching for her pocketknife.
"Whoa!" Roy exclaimed. "It's just me, Al."
"Sorry," she apologized, relaxing. "I guess I'm a little jumpy."
"Then I guess I should tell you," Roy said, "he'll probably have to knock you out."
"What?!" Alex asked. "Why?"
"I don't think he'll want you to know the location of the base yet and that's the best way to get you there without you knowing," he explained.
"Okay," she said. "That makes sense."
Just then the Arrow appeared. He came from the shadows of the other end of the alley like he had the night before. As he drew closer Alex noticed he had a small object in his hand. It was a syringe.
"Looks like you were right," she muttered to Roy.
Then the Arrow was in front of them.
"You ready," he asked Alex.
"Yeah," she said. As I'll ever be, she thought.
"Good," he lifted the syringe. "Sorry about this."
He stuck it in her arm and everything went black.
Alex woke up in what looked like some kind of bunker. She was laying on a metal table and her vision was a bit blurry. Suddenly Roy's head appeared in her line of vision.
"Hey," he said. "How're you feeling?"
"Alright," she replied, sitting up and taking in her surroundings.
She saw some computers nearby on another metal table. Along the walls were weapons shelves of what looked like medical supplies. There were also three glass cases with metal mannequins inside them. Two were empty. The third held a red costume similar to the one that the Arrow, who was standing near some of the weapons, wore.
Alex stood up. "So," she said, "where do we start?"
"With this," the Arrow answered, tossing her a bow. She caught it and walked over to where some targets were set up.
"Watch," he instructed, pulling an arrow from his quiver and loading his bow. He changed his stance slightly and Alex noted everything from how he held the bow to the distance between his feet. He released the arrow and it hit the target dead center.
"Your turn," he said, pulling his arrow from the target and handing her one.
"Okay," she muttered quietly, taking her position. She loaded her bow.
"Like this?" She asked.
"Your feet should be farther apart, first of all," the Arrow replied. Alex moved accordingly.
"And you're not holding the bow right," Roy commented. "Your left hand should be here," he grabbed her hand and adjusted it. "And relax, you've got this."
Roy backed away and Alex let some of the tension from her body. She bit her lower lip in concentration and released the arrow. It hit the wall a few feet away from the target.
"Yeah," she said, cringing," I've definitely got this."
"Do it again," the Arrow ordered. "This time don't think so much. Just let the bow do the work."
"Okay," Alex said, loading her bow again.
An hour later she was still shooting at the target. Some of the arrows hit the outer rings but some still hit the wall. Roy and the Arrow were giving pointers and occasionally encouragement to no avail. The bow just didn't feel right to Alex.
"Can't I try something else?" She asked impatiently after another arrow hit the wall. "I'm not feeling this."
"Like what?" The Arrow asked her.
Alex surveyed the room. "What about those?" She pointed to some swords.
"Fine," the Arrow said. "But you don't get to practice with them." He tossed her a couple of long wooden sticks.
"Fair enough," Alex replied, walking over to stand in front of him. "So, how do we do this?"
The Arrow gave her instructions on form and technique and they started to spar. He quickly overtook her and they started again. After each match he would give her pointers and soon it took longer for him to beat her.
"Do you want to go back to archery?" The Arrow asked eventually.
"No, I like this," Alex replied. "Let's keep going."
They practiced for hours before Alex finally went home. She was sweaty and tired but she knew she had found something that night. Perhaps even her calling. All she knew was that when she was fighting she lost herself in concentration and felt more in control than she ever had before. That was all she felt she needed.
Thanks to The Lion of Darkness and MissPrettysMommy for following and favoriting. And thanks to princessalexandrea0201 for reviewing. She said:
She needs to become close to Ollie it would be so CUTE! Like Siblings!
I agree! We'll definitely see a progression in their relationship as time goes on.