Post by Green Arrow on Feb 4, 2012 21:43:13 GMT -8
I've become the worst thing in the entire world.
Worse then a murderer (which, in addiction to, I am). Worse then a bum (again, I also am). Even worse then one of the very same two-bit costumed nutcases that I usually take down every night (as some would be quick to point out, I ALSO am). No, Im even worse then those types of people.
I am a hypocrite.
A long time ago, back before most of these kids even owned a pair of tights much less then put them on, my Dad used to take me hunting in Africa. 'Perk of owning your own private jet'. He'd always tell me. Dad used to love to hunt. The feel of his figners clinched around the bow. The felt lining of his quiver. The tightness of pulling back the owstring, and the sudden release when his target was in his sights.
I always hated hunting. It wasn't the time with my Dad that I hated. Looking back at it now, it was the greatest time of my life, and I would give anything just to relive it, but I hated killing. Taking another life was wrong, and I didn't care what the circumstances were. We, as human beings, are not god, and its a load of crap to defend another living creatures death by subject matter ranging from politics to religion. Don't get me wrong, I like a good steak as much as the next guy (I really miss steak...), but Im not going to slaughter the cow or anything myself. But back to the subject, death has always been something that I've wanted to avoid.
Hell, then again, most people weren't actually dead themselves for a time being. Funny thing about rising from the grave: if some rich snot from Star City can do it, anyone can. I've seen heaven. It was nice, but I think I like the land of the living a little more, worts and all.
Then, I met Merlyn.
"The Dark Archer" as the papers called him. I called him the anti-Christ. Just to get my damn attention, he set off 6 identitcal bombs all acrss Star City. Led to the destruction of most of the city. Would have been more if he would have set off his 7th 'master bomb' in the heart of the city. There was only one way to stop him.
I listened to my Dad. I held the bow. The pulled on the bowsting. I released. A single arrow struck Merlyn through the heart.
10,000 people made it out of Star City alive because I killed one maniac. And it still haunts me to this day.
I went through the emotions. I faked the death of Oliver Queen, made my closest friends and family think that Green Arrow died in the heart of battle, and I disappeared. I figured that I couldn't face my 'self rightous' friends after my actions...Dinah's heartbroken stare...it all would have been too much.
So I moved the Gotham. Figured that the best place to hide from the World's Greatest Detective would be right under his nose. But then...I had to go and be the hero again. Bruce was right; Gotham is worse then Star City. If a good man does nothing, then a city can rot.
Green Arrow was born again.
I gave up everything in my life, both the good and the bad, just to live on the streets, avoiding the hero community, and trying to take down a few low-life pick-pockets witht he world's most humble bow. I told the league, time after time,t hat if there was ever a good way to retire, I would take it without hesitation.
And now, here I am.
A hypocrite.
The worst thing in the entire world.
-Ollie
Worse then a murderer (which, in addiction to, I am). Worse then a bum (again, I also am). Even worse then one of the very same two-bit costumed nutcases that I usually take down every night (as some would be quick to point out, I ALSO am). No, Im even worse then those types of people.
I am a hypocrite.
A long time ago, back before most of these kids even owned a pair of tights much less then put them on, my Dad used to take me hunting in Africa. 'Perk of owning your own private jet'. He'd always tell me. Dad used to love to hunt. The feel of his figners clinched around the bow. The felt lining of his quiver. The tightness of pulling back the owstring, and the sudden release when his target was in his sights.
I always hated hunting. It wasn't the time with my Dad that I hated. Looking back at it now, it was the greatest time of my life, and I would give anything just to relive it, but I hated killing. Taking another life was wrong, and I didn't care what the circumstances were. We, as human beings, are not god, and its a load of crap to defend another living creatures death by subject matter ranging from politics to religion. Don't get me wrong, I like a good steak as much as the next guy (I really miss steak...), but Im not going to slaughter the cow or anything myself. But back to the subject, death has always been something that I've wanted to avoid.
Hell, then again, most people weren't actually dead themselves for a time being. Funny thing about rising from the grave: if some rich snot from Star City can do it, anyone can. I've seen heaven. It was nice, but I think I like the land of the living a little more, worts and all.
Then, I met Merlyn.
"The Dark Archer" as the papers called him. I called him the anti-Christ. Just to get my damn attention, he set off 6 identitcal bombs all acrss Star City. Led to the destruction of most of the city. Would have been more if he would have set off his 7th 'master bomb' in the heart of the city. There was only one way to stop him.
I listened to my Dad. I held the bow. The pulled on the bowsting. I released. A single arrow struck Merlyn through the heart.
10,000 people made it out of Star City alive because I killed one maniac. And it still haunts me to this day.
I went through the emotions. I faked the death of Oliver Queen, made my closest friends and family think that Green Arrow died in the heart of battle, and I disappeared. I figured that I couldn't face my 'self rightous' friends after my actions...Dinah's heartbroken stare...it all would have been too much.
So I moved the Gotham. Figured that the best place to hide from the World's Greatest Detective would be right under his nose. But then...I had to go and be the hero again. Bruce was right; Gotham is worse then Star City. If a good man does nothing, then a city can rot.
Green Arrow was born again.
I gave up everything in my life, both the good and the bad, just to live on the streets, avoiding the hero community, and trying to take down a few low-life pick-pockets witht he world's most humble bow. I told the league, time after time,t hat if there was ever a good way to retire, I would take it without hesitation.
And now, here I am.
A hypocrite.
The worst thing in the entire world.
-Ollie