Chlollie Fanfic: Slingshot, Chapter 2
I have been reliably informed that what I call a catapult, y'all call a slingshot. So I've renamed the title, and have edited chapter one to reflect that as well.
Bah. maybe I'll just get a beta next time!
Here's more. Enjoy! Awesome banner by geek_or_unique . Thanks, babes!
Title: Slingshot
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlollie, Oneshot
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Timeline: Pre-series
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Young Ollie comes to the gallant rescue of a young fair maiden. She rescues him right back.
Feedback: …is better than money. J
Read previous chapter here.
Chapter 2
Oliver stood there numb with shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. He had to do something. Anything.
“Hey, let her go!” he yelled as loud as he could.
The man turned and saw him, and his eyes widened. Then he broke into a run, still carrying the struggling child under his arm.
Oliver didn’t hesitate. He broke into a chase, but then tripped and landed on the floor with a thud.
By this time the girl was screaming and kicking in terror. He must have had his hand over her mouth, Oliver realised. He put his hands on the floor and started to stand, but then winced as a sharp piece of gravel pierced his skin.
Suddenly he had an idea. Scrambling with trembling fingers he grabbed the largest piece of gravel he could find and whipped his slingshot out of his pocket. He stood up in a smooth move and placed the stone in the sling, then trained it in the direction of the abductor.
By this time the man had reached the red car and was fumbling in his pocket. Oliver distinctly heard the jangle of car keys, and knew he was running out of time. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the target, pulling the sling as taut as it would go. Then he released it and sent the stone whistling through the air.
He didn’t miss. The stone hit the man square in the back of the head and he staggered from the force of the blow.
The little girl didn’t waste any time. She sank her teeth into the man’s hand and bit him as hard as she could. The man roared and dropped her, and she fell to the floor. In less than a second she shot to her feet and took off like a bullet from a gun.
Oliver raced in the man’s direction, but he had sufficiently recovered from the double assault and scrambled into the car. Within seconds he had started the engine and pulled away from the edge of the road in a screech of squealing tyres, kicked up gravel and dust. Oliver just managed to make out the model of the car and the first three letters of the licence plate before the car disappeared from sight.
Everything had happened in less than sixty seconds, but it had seemed like it had all happened in slow motion. Oliver glanced down and saw the brown baseball cap that had fallen off the man’s head, and gingerly picked it up. He turned it around and saw some greasy strands of hair caught in it. Maybe the police might be able to catch the kidnapper with his DNA, he thought. He placed the cap carefully back on the ground and untied a small carrier bag from his belt-loop. He reached into the bag and took out the small, fluffy toy he’d won in the archery booth earlier, stuffed it into his pocket, and then used the plastic bag to pick up the baseball cap. He pulled the drawstring on the bag firmly till it was tightly closed, then stood up and jogged back in the direction of the boat shed. The little girl was nowhere to be seen.
“Hey, little girl?” he called out. “The bad man’s gone now. You can come out.”
There was no answer, but he could feel her presence. Reluctant to sneak up on her and startle her, he tried again.
“It’s only me, kid,” he said in a gentler voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.”
Still silence. But just as he was about to walk around to look for her, he heard the sound of soft footsteps, so he waited. Slowly she emerged from the back of the boatshed and stood facing him, warily.
She was young, probably about five years old, with long blonde hair tied into two ponytails, though the ribbons had slipped and were beginning to slide off. She was wearing a light green dress in the same colour as the ribbons, and that was covered in dirt. She had cuts and scrapes on her hands and knees, and her sad little face was marked with tearstreaks.
Oliver walked over to her and bent down to her level. “It’s okay, kid,” he said gently. “We’ll get you some help, okay?”
Her lower lip trembled, and her large hazel eyes filled with tears. “I want my Mommy,” she sobbed. “He hurt my Mommy!”
Oliver wasn’t used to dealing with crying girls, but he stroked her hair gently and gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll find her. But first we have to go to the police and tell them what the bad man did to you, and they can help you find your Mom. Can you do that?”
She started to nod, but then scowled and regarded him through narrowed eyes. “Are you a bad man, too?” she asked suspiciously.
Oliver laughed. “No, I’m a kid like you, only bigger. Look…” he untied his school blazer from his waist and held it up to her so she could see the crest. “That shows which school I’m in,” he said, then turned the jacket so she could see the name embossed on the inner collar. “And that’s my name, right there.”
She tilted her head as she read the inscription. “Queen Oliver? That’s a funny name for a boy.”
Well, at least her sense of humour was intact, which was a good thing, considering what she’d just been through. “You can call me Ollie,” he said with a smile, rising and taking her hand. “And what shall I call you?”
She placed her hand in his trustingly and smiled up at him. “You can call me Chloe.”
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Chapter 3...