As his eyes passed through all those screens that transmitted the same news, Oliver still looked at them confused, questioning himself.

'What is that?'

All those images made Oliver squint and little by little he felt as if he could see flashes in his mind like a distant dream.

The first image he had was from his point of view where he saw dark scenes passing quickly, as if they were images from a night he had experienced.

Little by little the images seemed clearer and clearer, but they showed him running through several streets dressed in that strange outfit that made him mumble.

"What a headache...”

Little by little the images came and he could see clearly passing through the streets near his house, he could see his hands preparing the bow and arrows, but in a moment the images showed him exchanging punches and hitting bandits who were in the street with that wooden bow. alley.

Even though many had knives and even crowbars, he could still clearly see them all being defeated with punches and bow strikes.

His forehead furrowed and he thought.

‘That sandwich I ate yesterday must have been rotten... it was too green...’ Then he turned and went in the opposite direction to the televisions with hurried steps. ‘I must be working too hard… I’m hallucinating, I have to be hallucinating.’

Oliver thought he might be delusional as he raised his head so he could see his surroundings and calm down while still staring at the screens in disbelief.

‘Could it be deja vú? There’s no way I could do that.’

However, the moment he looked up, he saw the silhouette of the vigilante on the screens and as if he were still dreaming he could also clearly see the marks on his hands that made him widen his eyes, as the image that was in his mind became clearer. it became clearer and more vivid, like a lucid dream.

'What is that?'

Clearly his mind showed some strange people in the alley, they seemed grumpy and as soon as he noticed, they stared at him and questioned him.

"What the fuck? A cosplay?”

“Where did this idiot find this bow?”

Many had a wide smile as they laughed and mocked the strange boy who had arrived in the alley, but Oliver felt his mouth showing a big smile as his hand was raised and pointed at the men who were there.

As it happened, some seemed to get angry while others looked surprised at seeing the courage or perhaps stupidity of that boy, however, one bigger one was different from all of them and continued with a smile on his face as he pulled a large machete from his pants.

He started walking towards the boy as he said.

“Well, let’s see how far his courage goes.”

The bandit had a sick smile on his face, but even so Oliver felt calm and remained smiling, managing to feel his body vividly and clearly as if he were living in that moment.

Seeing that the boy wasn't going to run away, the man smiled even more excitedly and raised the machete while Oliver opened his legs and flexed them slightly.

At that moment, the blow was struck and the boy advanced.

The bandit's arm came down violently along with the knife, but Oliver took advantage of the blow and dodged it, staying next to the criminal's arm, who opened his eyes wide in surprise at seeing the boy's speed.

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Still with a smile on his face, Oliver took the bow with both hands and spun around, striking the bandit in the eyes, who retreated with his hands over his eyes, stunned by the blow.

However, Oliver didn't give up and ran towards the criminal at high speed.

Suddenly the boy jumped with both feet towards the man's face, going with all his strength that, combined with his weight, when they hit him directly, threw the criminal into the middle of the alley between his companions, causing him to hit a garbage dumpster. and fall unconscious as the sound of the blow echoed through the alley.

Everyone in the place looked in surprise as Oliver kept the smile on his face and the bow in his hands, all he heard at the end of that flashback was.

“Get him!”

In the end, more and more images were shown in his mind, all increasingly clearer, showing all the banished being subdued by Oliver, while everyone was hit by kicks and blows with a bow that stunned and fainted them, having the clear advantage in those fights.

After all those images, he saw the bandits defeated and passed out on the ground, but the images continued and showed more confrontations throughout the night, even in different places and in smaller groups, all of them defeated in the same way.

The fights continued until the sky was lighter and the last image he saw in those flashes was of himself falling face down on the bed, in the same position in which he had woken up.

Oliver woke up from his reverie and opened his eyes wide, looking at his surroundings as he realized that some time had passed while standing.

Even some journalists looked at him confused, taking a brief break from their work that made Oliver turn his face away, still a little nervous as he walked to his chair thinking.

‘Did this really happen? At least it explains the marks on my hands and the pain... all that exercise and fighting all morning, it's surprising that I woke up...'

Those flashes ran through his mind again as he walked, until he raised his hand and covered his mouth, still questioning himself.

‘It wasn’t sleepwalking… so… why did I do it?…’

While his thoughts were still clearing, he was able to see the pain and injuries with different eyes, all the marks and pain must have been from the use of the bow and from his own body, perhaps even blows.

He closed his eyes thoughtfully while still wondering.

‘Why did I do this?’

Until he heard someone talking on television.

“We are live speaking with Third Sergeant Steel, who is speaking to us regarding the Vigilante in Green case.”

Hearing the phrase caught Oliver's attention and he stopped walking while he raised his head and turned his eyes to the televisions, seeing the image of a blonde girl talking to a police officer who looked serious and also with a bad look.

“Regarding the man in the green cape, he is not a vigilante. We are carrying out searches to find him and we are interrogating those seized to find out more.”

Again a shock went through Oliver's mind as he rambled.

‘The green vigilante… if so… are they after me?’

His eyes widened and he stared at the television while the interview continued with the reporter questioning him.

“But he took down criminals, don’t you think he could be a strong ally in the fight against crime?”

Soon she turned the microphone to the police officer who snorted saying.

“We’ll see about that, you can’t trust someone who just beats up criminals without a clear reason, one thing I’m sure of, this guy in the green cape isn’t trustworthy yet, whoever has information should contact THE POLICE.”

His tone of voice was a little louder and more aggressive and seeing all that, Oliver bit his thumb while he closed his eyes and saw the conclusion of the report, with the girl questioning.

“Do we have an image of the vigilante in green? A face perhaps?”

“Not yet, we don't have a clear image of this man, we just know that he uses a bow and a cape. We don't even know his intentions, so it's still too early to declare him an ally. His face doesn’t appear in the recordings and he seems to be very fast, so no face for now.”

When she heard that, the girl gave a slight smile and then turned to the camera saying:

“At this moment we do not have an image of the vigilante with the green cape, but he appeared overnight and perhaps he will appear again. Soon we will bring more news about the city's new vigilante, I'm Sarah Janna and it's up to you from the studio.”

The image showed the end of the report where the police officer mumbled something and then left the frame while the girl seemed satisfied.

After that, the newspaper focused on the presenters commenting on the case and that they still did not have a clear image of the man.

All they had was just a blurry image of him in an alley and his back, showing off his green cape and a wooden bow in his right hand that was slightly blurred because of the image.

Now all the commotion in the place made sense in Oliver's head and he could see everyone's interest in that investigation, it would be the story of the month or perhaps the year.

Many were excited and hurried in search of a new tip or any news whatsoever, while Oliver just stretched his arms on the table with his brow furrowed as he thought.

‘It can’t be real...’