The_Wing_Ding
Arsenal (The Elseworlds) Application Pt.0-Last Resort
Qurac, 4:31, god this has gotten out of hand, completely off course from the original description of the mission. It’s been two weeks, two damn weeks since I came to Qurac. Ruhollah Abbas, he’s my target, the corrupt political leader has committed quite a few crimes recently, violations of human rights to be specific. The Deputy Director assigned me to this mission, I was excited, finally a big mission, I’d get to brag about to all the other guys at work, but this…isn’t much to brag about. But hey, I still have my sniper rifle, a couple days into my mission I had been scoping out the area he would be speaking at the next day. Then some guards saw me, the bullets flew at me, and I thought quickly, I shot at them, from a rather close distance too. Only two of the bullets hit my pursuers, now I only have three left in this round, with one in the chamber, worst part is, one of them got a lucky shot, hit my gun, It’s lodged in there and I don’t know if it’ll affect me when I fire later. Once I escaped my pursuers, I had noticed that I had gotten away with some scrapes, and a mark from a bullet that grazed my arm, the wound was bleeding but not too badly. I had trudged back in the sand, for an hour and a half, I’m sure plenty of people have walked that long, and so have I, but it’s different in Qurac, the large, harsh, desert, the sun’s rays were too much after a while, but I had to get medical attention for this wound, so I put the front part of my suit over my head, blocking the sun. Eventually winds picked up slightly, it whipped in my face, pain was all around me, I didn’t want to move, but I had to keep going. Eventually I realized I was too far away from any civilization, they chased me in the wrong direction, and I was screwed, I found a cavern, not too big, I scouted it, and made a makeshift bandage for my wound. Soon I settled down in the cave.
The next day I continued going forward. By afternoon everything had been “normal” I had trudged along, looking for land, when I found an unexpected surprise in the ground. I believed that I had seen something in a faraway distance, but to make sure it wasn’t a marriage I sat down, attempting to get a different view on it, I had gotten down and put my right hand on the sand to support myself, in my left I had my sniper rifle, but I felt like relaxing completely, taking advantage of the rest stop, so I threw it to the side, then as I began to put my hand down, I saw a shiny glimmer from the corner of my eye, as my left hand began to rest, I looked around, and I recognized it, a landmine, I had put enough pressure that if I took my hand off of it, no more left arm. I waited for a couple minutes, then took some of my rations out of my shirt’s pocket, and slowly, replaced my hand with it, I swiped my left hand off, and sprinted away from it, then I threw a rock on it, blowing it up, that was one of my closest encounters with death in my career so far. Soon enough I finally found a town, a small one, but good enough, I went to get some food, but I realized most of my money was in the same pack my rations were, I only had the equivalent of $6, with that much I was able to schedule a ride back to the place where Abbas would be speaking. But what happened on the ride there was very unexpected.
“Young man, are you in need of supplies?”
“No, well yes...but I spent the rest of my money on this ride, but thanks.”
“I’ll give you this, as a gift” he bends over, and hands me a bow, and one arrow.
“Use this, for whatever you’re about to do, and if I were you I’d zip that bag up” I then looked over to see that my rifle was sticking out, I quickly stuffed it in farther, while looking quite embarrassed.
“Thanks, but why’d you give me a weapon, you don’t even know me, I could be a criminal.”
“You mentioned our leader before, and once I saw your gun, I put two and two together, so now I’ll help you” I smile, and nod my head, glad that I have another option, even if I shouldn’t have to use this one.
“My son…he fought against him, and was killed, now I want you to help me” emotion surges through me, I feel grateful that I was given this, I feel pain from all those days in the desert, and now, I feel sadness, knowing just how this man has affected all these people, but most of all, I feel determined, with motivation surging through me, enough to get me through this mission.
“Alright, just know this, your son didn’t die for nothing, he’ll be remembered” we talked for a bit more but that didn’t matter. I’d hung around in town for a while, a couple days to be exact, wait for the next public appearance, and about an hour before this big speech today, I made my way to an empty area, the perfect range for my rifle. Now, we’re back where we began.
Once he starts to give the speech, I know it’s time, I begin to ready my rifle, I aim at him, one shot to the head will finish him off. I pull the trigger…and nothing happens, shit, my rifle, one of my most efficient weapons in my arsenal, reduced to this. Suddenly heat fills the weapon, and I throw it to the side, an overload causes the gun to blow out it’s insides, with sparks flying from it, my only other option, the bow and arrow. With no scope I have to rely on my eyes, my skill, and my good luck.
I really focus on his head as I draw my bow, all these thoughts swirl about, I hope I can be forgiven for all the times I’ve killed while on duty, and let it be known, it was done for my country, I hope this doesn’t cause more problems here, and that his death, stops some of the crimes, hopefully I’ll get out of here, will I die here, can I make it, and the most prominent thing, I’ve gotta make this last resort work, oh god all this stuff building in me, IT’S GOTTA WORK, then…nothing, the tension is released as I hear that sound.
ZIIING
I Open my eyes and see it, the arrow flies, and hits him, clean, through the head, he’s done, his criminal actions will be judged throughout time, but he will never go to a real court, for on this day I was judge, jury, and executioner, two weeks finally paid off, and thanks to what I least expected, the last weapon I thought to use in my Arsenal, and I think I’m beginning to like it a lot. I pull out a small capsule, and remove part of it, which shows a single button, I press it and run, now they know I finished the mission, and soon my CIA buddies will come flying in at the LZ, so I got to get there fast. As I run off into the distance, using every bit of energy I have, I know I did the right thing for the people here, for the people of the world, an evil dictator, gone, I don’t care about my ragged clothes, my tired grizzled appearance, right now, I’m in the clear, and I’m on my way home.
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Well this is my second app for an else worlds character, I put quite a bit of work into it and am pretty proud of it, normally I'd do a DCSG character, since I prefer sticking to source material, but recently i was struck with a bout of inspiration, to write a story about Roy Harper, If i get accepted I would probably make a trilogy of these, and maybe more someday. I hope you enjoy this take on Roy Harper, if you liked it comment below saying what you liked about it, thanks and have a good day.
Arsenal (The Elseworlds) Application Pt.0-Last Resort
Qurac, 4:31, god this has gotten out of hand, completely off course from the original description of the mission. It’s been two weeks, two damn weeks since I came to Qurac. Ruhollah Abbas, he’s my target, the corrupt political leader has committed quite a few crimes recently, violations of human rights to be specific. The Deputy Director assigned me to this mission, I was excited, finally a big mission, I’d get to brag about to all the other guys at work, but this…isn’t much to brag about. But hey, I still have my sniper rifle, a couple days into my mission I had been scoping out the area he would be speaking at the next day. Then some guards saw me, the bullets flew at me, and I thought quickly, I shot at them, from a rather close distance too. Only two of the bullets hit my pursuers, now I only have three left in this round, with one in the chamber, worst part is, one of them got a lucky shot, hit my gun, It’s lodged in there and I don’t know if it’ll affect me when I fire later. Once I escaped my pursuers, I had noticed that I had gotten away with some scrapes, and a mark from a bullet that grazed my arm, the wound was bleeding but not too badly. I had trudged back in the sand, for an hour and a half, I’m sure plenty of people have walked that long, and so have I, but it’s different in Qurac, the large, harsh, desert, the sun’s rays were too much after a while, but I had to get medical attention for this wound, so I put the front part of my suit over my head, blocking the sun. Eventually winds picked up slightly, it whipped in my face, pain was all around me, I didn’t want to move, but I had to keep going. Eventually I realized I was too far away from any civilization, they chased me in the wrong direction, and I was screwed, I found a cavern, not too big, I scouted it, and made a makeshift bandage for my wound. Soon I settled down in the cave.
The next day I continued going forward. By afternoon everything had been “normal” I had trudged along, looking for land, when I found an unexpected surprise in the ground. I believed that I had seen something in a faraway distance, but to make sure it wasn’t a marriage I sat down, attempting to get a different view on it, I had gotten down and put my right hand on the sand to support myself, in my left I had my sniper rifle, but I felt like relaxing completely, taking advantage of the rest stop, so I threw it to the side, then as I began to put my hand down, I saw a shiny glimmer from the corner of my eye, as my left hand began to rest, I looked around, and I recognized it, a landmine, I had put enough pressure that if I took my hand off of it, no more left arm. I waited for a couple minutes, then took some of my rations out of my shirt’s pocket, and slowly, replaced my hand with it, I swiped my left hand off, and sprinted away from it, then I threw a rock on it, blowing it up, that was one of my closest encounters with death in my career so far. Soon enough I finally found a town, a small one, but good enough, I went to get some food, but I realized most of my money was in the same pack my rations were, I only had the equivalent of $6, with that much I was able to schedule a ride back to the place where Abbas would be speaking. But what happened on the ride there was very unexpected.
“Young man, are you in need of supplies?”
“No, well yes...but I spent the rest of my money on this ride, but thanks.”
“I’ll give you this, as a gift” he bends over, and hands me a bow, and one arrow.
“Use this, for whatever you’re about to do, and if I were you I’d zip that bag up” I then looked over to see that my rifle was sticking out, I quickly stuffed it in farther, while looking quite embarrassed.
“Thanks, but why’d you give me a weapon, you don’t even know me, I could be a criminal.”
“You mentioned our leader before, and once I saw your gun, I put two and two together, so now I’ll help you” I smile, and nod my head, glad that I have another option, even if I shouldn’t have to use this one.
“My son…he fought against him, and was killed, now I want you to help me” emotion surges through me, I feel grateful that I was given this, I feel pain from all those days in the desert, and now, I feel sadness, knowing just how this man has affected all these people, but most of all, I feel determined, with motivation surging through me, enough to get me through this mission.
“Alright, just know this, your son didn’t die for nothing, he’ll be remembered” we talked for a bit more but that didn’t matter. I’d hung around in town for a while, a couple days to be exact, wait for the next public appearance, and about an hour before this big speech today, I made my way to an empty area, the perfect range for my rifle. Now, we’re back where we began.
Once he starts to give the speech, I know it’s time, I begin to ready my rifle, I aim at him, one shot to the head will finish him off. I pull the trigger…and nothing happens, shit, my rifle, one of my most efficient weapons in my arsenal, reduced to this. Suddenly heat fills the weapon, and I throw it to the side, an overload causes the gun to blow out it’s insides, with sparks flying from it, my only other option, the bow and arrow. With no scope I have to rely on my eyes, my skill, and my good luck.
I really focus on his head as I draw my bow, all these thoughts swirl about, I hope I can be forgiven for all the times I’ve killed while on duty, and let it be known, it was done for my country, I hope this doesn’t cause more problems here, and that his death, stops some of the crimes, hopefully I’ll get out of here, will I die here, can I make it, and the most prominent thing, I’ve gotta make this last resort work, oh god all this stuff building in me, IT’S GOTTA WORK, then…nothing, the tension is released as I hear that sound.
ZIIING
I Open my eyes and see it, the arrow flies, and hits him, clean, through the head, he’s done, his criminal actions will be judged throughout time, but he will never go to a real court, for on this day I was judge, jury, and executioner, two weeks finally paid off, and thanks to what I least expected, the last weapon I thought to use in my Arsenal, and I think I’m beginning to like it a lot. I pull out a small capsule, and remove part of it, which shows a single button, I press it and run, now they know I finished the mission, and soon my CIA buddies will come flying in at the LZ, so I got to get there fast. As I run off into the distance, using every bit of energy I have, I know I did the right thing for the people here, for the people of the world, an evil dictator, gone, I don’t care about my ragged clothes, my tired grizzled appearance, right now, I’m in the clear, and I’m on my way home.
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Well this is my second app for an else worlds character, I put quite a bit of work into it and am pretty proud of it, normally I'd do a DCSG character, since I prefer sticking to source material, but recently i was struck with a bout of inspiration, to write a story about Roy Harper, If i get accepted I would probably make a trilogy of these, and maybe more someday. I hope you enjoy this take on Roy Harper, if you liked it comment below saying what you liked about it, thanks and have a good day.