Lore/Oliver McQueen: The Mystery Man - Part I

Lian Yu. The Island seemed so calm, yet looked so rough. It was almost as if The Island itself was aging. A dying, desolate rock. Or so it had seemed to me at the time.

It was a pretty gloomy day. It seemed like it would never stop thunder-storming on this God-forsaken island. My father’s grave was still there, near the southern shoreline. I gathered whatever supplies were left from our emergency raft, and parted ways from there.

At first, I tried sticking to the edges of The Island, but soon it became clear that I would have to go deep inside. After about a day and a half into my trek, I found a cave. I went to go check it out, since I needed a new place to sleep that wasn’t constantly being bombarded by rain. As I stepped in, I immediately started seeing signs that a person was here recently.

I noticed a well-built fire pit inside the cave, and a bed made out of scavenged materials from a shipwreck. “Could it be from our yacht?” I thought. *\*Squish squish squish\** I could hear the wet ground covered with pine needles outside the cave being smushed. My eyes widened as I whispered, “Footsteps.”

I quickly scanned the cave for any hiding spots. There were none. I grabbed a stick from the fire pit, still somewhat smoldering, and stood there in a weak and amateurish posture, thinking that I was ready to fight the person who would walk in.

When he walked in, I just stood there, not saying a word as I examined his equipment. He had on some rugged black military clothes, along with a helmet and a face-mask, as well as military grade combat boots. He had a MP-446 Viking with a suppressor on his right holster, a SVD Dragunov sniper rifle on his back, and a BJ-2 stealth combat knife on his belt. I must have looked like an absolute mess, considering he took his helmet and facemask off and laughed at me. “If you were planning on attacking me, you should grab a better weapon next time,” said the mysterious man. I put the stick back in his fire pit. “My yacht crashed and now I’m stranded here. I thought I was alone on this rock.” I explained to him. “I see.” he said as he took his sniper off his back and put it against the wall. “Well, I’m sorry but I can’t really help you. I’m sort of in trouble myself.” he said as he kneeled next to the fire pit, trying to start a fire.

“Trouble? Um, what kind of trouble?” I curiously asked. He looked up at me and smirked, “Nothing you can help with. Anyways, you can stay here as long as you need to. I’m guessing you probably don’t have a campsite setup yet. Just don’t go wandering off. We are not the only ones here.” I looked at him with discontent and said, “Well if you cannot help me, then there’s no reason for me to stick around. Maybe I could go talk to whoever else is on this island!” He immediately stood up and looked at me sternly and said, “I don’t know who you think you are, but the other people on this island are not nearly as nice as me. Trust me, they will shoot you on sight.” I looked at the military man and said, “I think I’ll take my chances…”

As I was walking out of the cave, I remembered something. I turned around and walked up to him. “By the way, my name is Oliver McQueen. And you are…?” He looked at me with no expression on his face and did not say a word. “…Alrighty then. The Mystery Man it is.” I said cheerfully.