Part Five:
I waited, and bided my time, trying to find the perfect day to launch my attack. I worked in the plantations, growling opium, and playing the obedient servant. I worked in the sweltering heat and boiling sun, and waited. Men who discovered my escape plan assisted me by stealing tools to create more arrows. Eventually, when they told me their masters would celebrate within the week with the first shipment of the year, I began to formulate my plan...they said they’d be using fireworks, and soon enough, the details emerged.
On that day, since everyone was celebrating the first shipment of the year, there weren’t nearly as many guards, so in the night, I snuck outside. All the slaves watch, eager with anticipation. I silently plucked several arrows from my quiver, and aimed them at the guards watching the fireworks. With a flick of my wrist, they sailed into the night, and pierced flesh, ripping bone, and incapacitating the guards. I gave my signal, and the slaves started running. All thousands of them were too much for the guards to handle, and they were eventually overrun. They provided me the cover liked we had talked about, and allowed me to get to the fireworks. I grabbed a fistful of arrows and tied them to fireworks. I knew I would only get one shot. The fireworks were lit, and I was timed for it. I aimed, and in one shot, China White’s headquarters erupted into flames and fiery explosions! The fire danced it’s beautiful dance, fraying to and fro, and crackled with renewing life. The slaves had revolted, and were overthrowing their oppressors. I joined them in revolution, but as I took down a few guards, I found myself struck by the head, and turned around to see
“HACKETT?”
“THERE’S NO GETTING RID OF YOU, IS THERE?” He said, frustrated as rage flew through his fist. “HOW MANY TIMES MUST YOU SURVIVE BEFORE WE KILL YOU, OLLIE?!” He screamed. He threw several more blows, pounding me to the ground. “It ends tonight…” his voice trailed off, despite having a hint of determination to it. He threw his fists at me. “CHIEN NA WIET IS DEAD, OLLIE! THIS ENDS TONIGHT!” He gave me a beating like no other, and pinned me to the ground and started lashing out at my already aching body. My headache was only made worse by the constant pounding of his fists.
“IF I DIE,” HE shouted, “I’M TAKING YOU WITH ME!”
Finally, I was able to summon the strength to catch his punch, and he tried for another, and both his hands were caught. Adrenaline surged through my body, coursing through my veins. It made me stronger and gave me new life, as I wrenched his fists back, the crack I heard confirmed that I had broken both his wrists. I sent my fist flying and knocked him off of me. He tried in vain to hold his broken wrists as I stood over him with my bow.
“STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR I SHOOT YOU!” I shouted. “YOU THINK I’M BLUFFING? MOVE! I DARE YOU!” My anger eventually passed when I saw a beautiful sight. U.S Marines had arrived at the sight, and were rounding up the surviving smugglers. One came up to me to make sure I was okay. I had the typical grunt look about him.
“What’s going on?” I had asked
“And explosion caught our eye as we were sailing by, the smoke led us here…did you know we were looking for this place for years?”
“Figures…” I muttered, scratching the back of my head.
“And who might you be?” He asked.
“Oliver…Oliver Queen.”
“Oliver Queen?!” He cried in shock, “but that guy’s been dead for five years!”
“No,” I said, “he’s been lost…but not dead.”
And so, it came to be that I spent five years on an island almost entirely alone. I came back to my home town of Star City to find corruption and greed. I found my journey did not end there. I still needed the hunt, and I craved a sense of justice…so I became a vigilante…I became…THE GREEN ARROW!”
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