After the paramedics and police are gone, I look over at Oliver. "I didn't mention it before, but... what were all those bows and arrows behind that clock," I ask.
"Do you want the truth?"
I have a feeling I know what he's gonna say... and I'm terrified to know.
"Yes," I nod hesitantly.
He walks over to his desk and grabs a remote from it. He presses a button on it, and the glass clock opens up. My eyes widen when I see the numerous bows and arrows. I slowly walk toward them, stepping on to the platform. "You're him, aren't you?" He's silent. I look over at him. "The Green Arrow..."
"I am," he nods. I look back at the equipment, my eyes widening.
"That means... not only do you know about Clark, but you know about me, too," I inquire.
"I do," he sighs. I'm silent. "But I would never, ever tell a soul. You have to know that, right?"
I scoff. "You must think I'm a freak."
"Of course not," he says. I step off the platform, as he approaches me. "I'm sorry I wasn't up front about it. I just didn't wanna scare you off, especially after your encounter with me."
"It's okay. It's not like I was completely honest either."
"Look... Callie, I like you a lot," he admits.
"I know, and I like you, too, but..."
"But what? You like me, I like you. We know about each other. Why hold back?"
"I... We can't be together," I admit, tears forming in my eyes.
"Why the hell can't we be together?!"
"It's... complicated."
"Then explain it to me," he exclaims, stepping closer to me. My butt hits his desk, and he looks down at me. "Explain it to me...," he says, his tone softening.
"I just... I don't want you to get hurt, okay? Something happened to me, and I can't control it anymore. The last thing I wanna do is hurt you," I admit.
"Then, let me help you."
"I can't. I've been having these episodes where... I can't control myself or my powers, and I can't put you in danger. I won't," I shake my head, quickly pushing past him and rushing toward the elevator.
"Callie, please don't go," he sighs.
I freeze, looking back at him. "I'm sorry. I hope you understand."
~ ~ ~
"Oakland, California," Clark says, looking at the picture.
"Local authorities determined it was made by a shooting star but that was just wishful thinking," Chloe says. Clark glares at her after her pun. "Sorry. It impacted six weeks ago. Right around the time you fell out of the Phantom Zone. It gets worse. He's already killed once. Two boys went missing on the site of the crater. All they found were human ashes and a basketball," she explains.
"Sounds like heat vision," Clark says.
"Not unless your heat vision comes with a radiation setting. The ashes were off the Geiger charts and the next day, the nuclear facilities 20 miles away were hit."
"Any idea why the zoner would be there," I question.
"Well, aside from giving the five researchers a premature cremation the radioactive material that they'd been working with was sucked dry," she explains.
"It's almost like... he was feeding off of it," I inquire.
"We need to check all the plants in the area," Clark says.
"Hello? Um, have you met me? There have been half a dozen incidents across the continent. The most recent one was just outside of Metropolis," She says, handing him the printed pictures. We look over them, and I speak.
"Guys, these attacks form a straight line. Heading directly toward... us," I admit.
"Chloe," Clark says.
"I'll make a list of all the possible sites within a 100-mile radius," she nods. "I'll call you."
"Thanks," Clark nods back.
We hear leaves rustling outside making us look up. A girl slowly walks inside the barn and toward us. "Raya," Clark questions, shocked.
"Hello, Kal-El."
