Last Arrow.

" @Last Arrow. said:

" @.Mistress Redhead.: With me coming he needs all the help he can get. Surreal just evens the odds. "

but you ARE Sov Son.... "

" @Final Arrow said:

" @-Eclipse- said:

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I'd love for it to turn out that Sexton is a brand new character. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like Morrison wants to go down that road, lol

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YOU "

You think I'm Oberon Sexton? :P "

" where is it/?? "

Was it a good idea for him to join another to so soon, it had not gone well in the past? There were no hard feelings between him and ICE if anything he understood why they had asked him to leave. The cool night air was still fresh on his face as his eyes looked over the surrounding area. Just moments ago he had almost taken his own life and now he found himself wondering if this was the right path to take. A small smile crossed his child like looks and the moon shone down on him as if it was a stage light directing focus onto the lead role. Never before had he felt so lost and found in the same moment. Joining a team could lead him to make the same mistakes as the past, on the other hand he would have team mates that would be like a family, something he was missing. But the most important thing would be that his life once again had direction and purpose and maybe that would be what gave him the strength to carry on. His mind was racing as all these thoughts began to beat around in his head.

The roof top that he sat upon was dark all but the all seeing moon and the dazzling stars, even with all this wonder, his eyes fell onto the tv aerials that sat on the graveled roof . They would be sitting below him enjoying their escapes from the normal world, watching the latest episode of a tv program that made their hearts beat that little faster and all that while they would be safe. Not many people knew the truth about villains and heroes, people longed for power and great adventures, some find it on websites as characters they wish they could be, others in games or on the tv, some people even idolized the heroes they watched today, Andy, Last Arrow and even Gambler where all house hold names at some point all heroes that kids would pretend being. Running fighting their friends as they pretended to be the VV or the Hellfire Club picking the most powerful and all us heroes wished for was to be one of them, A normal life with friends and family. To sit on a Friday and watch tv or go to the cinema with your friends, such little things in the lives of normal people makes us heroes jealous the freedom to have that normal life was what they fought for and something they could never have.

Biting the bottom of his lip he turned back this was what he was made to do, He could never have a normal life, not after the things he had seen and done. All the information that was stored in Sovereign Son head now sat in his, Who really shot JFK and why the white house was built where it was. No it was time for him to join the ranks on the front line once again and let people enjoy the lives they lead and maybe one day when his sins and trials where over he could die a grey haired man happy at the fact he helped people live. It was time to find slight and the outsiders, several hours past as he slipped between lasers and detection alarms. All his training was being used to its full extent as he worked his way past the monumental levels of security that where installed in the Outlaws home. Finding a shadow to hide in he listened as they began to speak ““Everyone, I know you must be tired of hearing my voice, but we have a new member, he name is Agent Paper, but we can call her Janet.” Letting out a small cough he stepped from the shadows that hid his body “Slight can I have a word” a cheeky smile came across his face.

The pale moon seemed to be his only friend as he sat alone amongst the lonely roof tops of the city that ignored his very existence. With a heavy sigh he looked below into the very heart of the ignorant streets, It had been along time since he had touched heroin and after what happened last time he would never go back. Sometimes he wondered if he just did it to see if he was alive, the small prickle of pain as the needle pierced his skin and entered the vein and then came the sudden rush that took away all your problems with it. Was he really a man or just an image of along thought dead hero?  Looking down at his navy uniform with the Union Jack across his chest. He felt a pang of pain, even his country wanted nothing to do with him, A man alone is never a happy sight. Stepping to the edge the tip of his toes where just edging closers and closer and from beneath his mask he whispered to himself “Would anyone even notice” a single tear dampened the inside of his mask and suddenly he felt iron like hand pull him from his demise, as he fell backwards all he could see was a shadowy figure standing there. As he rolled back onto his feet the image became clear and words escaped him as he stood in the presence of the man whose blood flowed in his veins Sovereign Son.

He never moved and kept his back to Last Arrow and just looked out at the city lights that dimed out the brightness of the stars “You know, no one ever stops to just take in the wonderment of how far we have all come. I mean the human race is a glorious thing”. It was him the living legend standing there as if nothing had just happened, He was different then when they first met, he wore no costume or badge he just stood there. “What…How” was all he could muster to say to the man that had changed his life, given him so much and all Last Arrow did was p!ss it away. What do you say to that man when you meet him again and he just saved you from killing yourself? Sovereign Son let out a small laugh as he turned to face Last Arrow, Sov deep blue eyes seemed to trace the very soul of Arrow as he sat almost powerless in the mans gaze. “Did you know I lost someone else recently?” It was a question but everyone knew of the connection between Nighthunter and Sovereign and Nighthunters death was common knowledge to anyone who would listen. “Of course” Arrow muttered pulling himself to his feet and regaining a bit more of his senses. “So you think your life is worthless, the blood beating in your veins is my own! A curse that I would never have wished upon you”. He was trying to confuse him keep him from where his mind had been just a few moments ago at the edge of the building.

“It is not a curse” Arrow muttered back at him, behind gritted teeth. Sovereign ran a hand under his chin and the smile that seemed to sit on his face vanished almost instantly “Then why do you treat it as such?” you walked into that one a voice screamed in his head. “You have made mistakes; I of all people understand that. But do you know what makes us heroes?” Last Arrow let that question sit in the air for a moment and looked away from Sovereign “Every day we take a punch, may it be from Gambler to Darckchild. Are families can be killed and our houses burnt. But I was told by one of my students that we have to keep getting up and show people that we can bring them hope even in our darkest hours. You see that one single light of hope can turn even the most empty of hearts into a beating powerful weapon in our never ending fight….so this is it your darkest moment and here I stand in front of you needing that hope!” What did he mean he needed hope….Then it all began to fit in his words where not pointless before, he was making sure I understood the situation. “You know, no one ever stops to just take in the wonderment of how far we have all come. I mean the human race is a glorious thing” He was catching Arrows attention with his first statement making sure he was in the right mind,  “Did you know I lost someone else recently?” making the connection to Nighthunter so Arrow would know he was needed in the world.

Then in a moment as Last Arrow turned his head back to face him with his answer, Sovereign Son was gone. Walking back to the edge Last Arrow looked down and gripped his fist. Sovereign Son was right it was time to look for that hope he had in his heart. The world needs heroes and Last Arrow was one of them, but he needed help his mind would still wonder and what if he got lost again, would Sovereign Son save him as he did before. No he could not count on Sovereign and he would not be allowed back into Ice. There was only one person left to turn to someone who’s name had been past to him on his travels “Slight”  he said in a gentle tone as he dove of and swang into the night sky. A shadowy figure sat on a roof top not to far away with a watchful eye “that a boy, make me proud”