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Green Arrow vol 2.7
My name is Connor Queen. Following the death of my father Oliver, I discovered that he wasn’t who I thought he was; he was a masked hero known as the Green Arrow. Now, I will use that mantle to avenge my mother and take revenge on the man who killed her. This is my story.
The criminal’s fist knocked me back into a wall with a sickening CRUNCH. I ducked down, blood pouring from my nose, and shot two arrows into his back, severing several tendons. I swore as another criminal pounced at me and lunged back, shooting arrows into his chest. He held his chest in pain and ripped the arrows out, continuing his rage. Above me, on the wall, I got a fleeting look at a figure who spirited off into the building. It was him.
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” I shouted.
2 HOURS EARLIER
I sat in the Green Arrow bunker, doing pushups, trying to maintain my strength. I was frustrated and bored out of my mind. John had gone out on the route, leaving me alone with nothing to do. Ever since I had gotten my concussion, I had to stay home and rest until it fully healed.
I stood up after completing the last 50 push ups and walked over to the bench to get my water bottle. As I squirted water into my mouth, I felt my anger and frustration continue to boil, especially after what happened at school today.
I had confronted Roy and Evelyn about her unexpected pregnancy, and told them that I knew about it. They had both been extremely ashamed, and had no idea what to do. I kept on suggesting going to the guidance counsellor, but no, apparently it would end with them telling their parents, which they didn’t want to happen. Finally, Evelyn snapped.
“It’s not like you would know the pressure of it, Connor,” she had sneered. Roy and I both looked at her in shock; she had a fiery spirit but had never come after me, especially about my parents. I’d left, ignoring their pleas and apologies.
I was pacing around the bunker now. I had to go out. I took the suit of of its case and put in on, grabbing my bow. It would be alright if I went out, just for a little bit...
I kicked another criminal in the jaw, chasing after Onomatopoeia. I scrambled up the fire escape and into the building he had ran into. Loading my bow, I crept through, sweeping the area. My head was pounding from the guy who hit me, and my vision was getting fuzzy. Out of a dark corner, I heard someone leap behind me. I turned and shot two arrows. They missed and cracked the window. Through the spots swimming in front of me, I got a good look.
Onomatopoeia. He began laughing and whipped out two guns, firing repeatedly at me as I sprinted into another room for cover.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
I leaned against the wall and slid down. This was a bad idea. John was right, I couldn’t do this...
John! I tapped my com. Maybe I could get to him. Relief spread through me.
“John. This–this is Connor.”
“Connor!? What are you doing? You sound out of breath. Did you–oh, no. Please tell me you did not go out.” I cringed. He would be mad.
“Ye-yeah. I’m sorry. But I’m in a bit of a situation right now, Onomatopoeia is after me.”
“YOU’RE FIGHTING ONOMATOPOEIA!?”
“John, please, I need your help–I’m at the old factory off of Bric Avenue.”
There was silence on the other end.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
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Wow, finally a half-decent build for one of the stories! I'm actually really happy with this one, I hope to do more like it. Let me know what you think of the story and build, and, as always, check out the other issues in the series and vol 1.
Green Arrow vol 2.7
My name is Connor Queen. Following the death of my father Oliver, I discovered that he wasn’t who I thought he was; he was a masked hero known as the Green Arrow. Now, I will use that mantle to avenge my mother and take revenge on the man who killed her. This is my story.
The criminal’s fist knocked me back into a wall with a sickening CRUNCH. I ducked down, blood pouring from my nose, and shot two arrows into his back, severing several tendons. I swore as another criminal pounced at me and lunged back, shooting arrows into his chest. He held his chest in pain and ripped the arrows out, continuing his rage. Above me, on the wall, I got a fleeting look at a figure who spirited off into the building. It was him.
“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” I shouted.
2 HOURS EARLIER
I sat in the Green Arrow bunker, doing pushups, trying to maintain my strength. I was frustrated and bored out of my mind. John had gone out on the route, leaving me alone with nothing to do. Ever since I had gotten my concussion, I had to stay home and rest until it fully healed.
I stood up after completing the last 50 push ups and walked over to the bench to get my water bottle. As I squirted water into my mouth, I felt my anger and frustration continue to boil, especially after what happened at school today.
I had confronted Roy and Evelyn about her unexpected pregnancy, and told them that I knew about it. They had both been extremely ashamed, and had no idea what to do. I kept on suggesting going to the guidance counsellor, but no, apparently it would end with them telling their parents, which they didn’t want to happen. Finally, Evelyn snapped.
“It’s not like you would know the pressure of it, Connor,” she had sneered. Roy and I both looked at her in shock; she had a fiery spirit but had never come after me, especially about my parents. I’d left, ignoring their pleas and apologies.
I was pacing around the bunker now. I had to go out. I took the suit of of its case and put in on, grabbing my bow. It would be alright if I went out, just for a little bit...
I kicked another criminal in the jaw, chasing after Onomatopoeia. I scrambled up the fire escape and into the building he had ran into. Loading my bow, I crept through, sweeping the area. My head was pounding from the guy who hit me, and my vision was getting fuzzy. Out of a dark corner, I heard someone leap behind me. I turned and shot two arrows. They missed and cracked the window. Through the spots swimming in front of me, I got a good look.
Onomatopoeia. He began laughing and whipped out two guns, firing repeatedly at me as I sprinted into another room for cover.
“Bang bang bang bang!”
I leaned against the wall and slid down. This was a bad idea. John was right, I couldn’t do this...
John! I tapped my com. Maybe I could get to him. Relief spread through me.
“John. This–this is Connor.”
“Connor!? What are you doing? You sound out of breath. Did you–oh, no. Please tell me you did not go out.” I cringed. He would be mad.
“Ye-yeah. I’m sorry. But I’m in a bit of a situation right now, Onomatopoeia is after me.”
“YOU’RE FIGHTING ONOMATOPOEIA!?”
“John, please, I need your help–I’m at the old factory off of Bric Avenue.”
There was silence on the other end.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
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Wow, finally a half-decent build for one of the stories! I'm actually really happy with this one, I hope to do more like it. Let me know what you think of the story and build, and, as always, check out the other issues in the series and vol 1.