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Archer: 11 years old

Olivia: 9 years old

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It was an annual day celebration in Newton elementary school. The nine years old girl quietly made her way to the third floor. Her strides were quick yet careful. The little girl knew that she could not handle being caught by someone. He has told her to not to let anyone know about their friendship.

As she reached the third floor she released a sigh of relief and before she knew someone caught her by her waist and placed a hand on her mouth, dragging her to the empty classroom.

Her eyes widened with fear as she panicked and started thrashing in that person's arms. 

As he placed her in on the desk in the classroom only then she saw who it was.

Archer

"Archer!" She yelled.

He laughed; a deep, rich, beautiful laugh that echoed in the classroom.

"I'm not gonna talk to you!" She folded her arms around her chest and looked away.

He kissed her cheek tenderly, his heart swelling with the warmth by just listening to her sweet

melodic voice.

"Is that so?" He cocked a brow at her. The mirth was dancing in his eyes.

"Yes!" She glared at him, her irises darkening.

He picked up DeLafée of Switzerland’s Gold Chocolate Box that was lying beside her. Edible 24-karat gold flakes were wrapped in a delicious chocolate.

 "Ok then I better leave. I will distribute these chocolates among other children." He turned to leave the classroom.

An arrogant smile tugged at his lips. He knew that she loved chocolates and these are her most favorite ones and she would do anything to have them. 

One day he brought the chocolates from different brands and asked her to try and tell him which one she liked the most. When she told him that she liked these chocolates the most

his heart swelled with pride. His Tulip had a classy choice.

So now by just seeing the box her resolve broke down and she held his wrist to stop him from going away. His forest green eyes twinkled with amusement. 

"Oh! Okay! Okay! I'm gonna talk to you." She snatched the silk wrapped wooden box and began opening it.

As she took a bite of the chocolate, her taste receptor cells sent the message to her parietal lobe and a low sweet sound erupted from the back of her throat. As she quickly finished the piece he took out his handkerchief and cleaned her hands and lips.

Before he knew she stood up on the desk and threw herself on him, catching him off guard. He was quick to catch her as he took a step back, keeping his balance. Her sweet laugh reached his ears.

She was about to fall down and hurt herself. His irises darkened at the thought.

"Olivia!" His voice came out harsher than he intended. He always called her Tulip but when he was angry or serious he would call her Olivia.

Her smile wiped off her face. He sat down on the empty wooden chair holding her close to him.

The one look on her sad face had him regretting his tone.

Fuck! He felt like a jerk for hurting his Tulip.

"Baby? I just got worried for you. You can get hurt by being careless like this." He spoke ever so softly, cradling her rosy cheeks between the large palms of his hands.

She slowly nodded but did not smile.

"I just wanted to hug you and say thank you." She said sadly.

He kissed her cheeks and hugged her to himself.

"I know. I'm sorry." He murmured in her ears.

"It’s okay." She smiled.

"Archer I have to go back. Mama must be finding me." She reluctantly broke the hug.

"I know." He slowly placed her on her feet and placed the box in her bag.

"I miss you so much. Will you come to play board game with me tonight?"  She asked, a frown marring her beautiful features.

"No. I have some work." He responded. Her cherry colored lips pushed out in a cute pout.

"Oh okay." She mumbled.

"Don't be sad. You know I don't like seeing you sad. I will meet you tomorrow." His voice was deep and rough for an eleven years old kid.

She slowly nodded and gave him a beautiful smile. He kissed her forehead and commanded her to go to back to her mother. 

Astraphobia

The night was dark, the shining stars and moon were completely covered by dark clouds. It seemed that it was going to rain anytime soon.

The nine years old girl clenched the sheets tighter in her little fists, as the positive and negative charges in the clouds grew bigger and produced a giant spark. The increase in temperature and pressure due to the giant spark caused the rapid expansion of air due to which a booming sound of thunder was heard.

Her breaths grew heavier and her eyes welled up with tears. As adrenaline kicked in, her hands became shaky. She climbed out of the bed and began searching for the phone under the mattress. She could not go to her parents' room. The last time she did they got pretty upset. They had to do so much work in the morning so they needed rest at night time.

She needed him.

Archer.

She finally found it and clicked on the dial. It was switched off.

No!

No!

No!

She chanted in her mind.

I don't wanna die!

Her breaths shortened. Her heart pounding hard in her chest as her whole body started shaking. She sobbed, but the cry heaved into her.

She felt that the air around her was turning against her and trying to kill her off. Her head felt

dizzy. She was curled on the wooden floor. When she was closed to fainting she was picked up from the floor by someone. His musky scent invaded her senses as he cradled her to his chest.

"Tulip! breath please, please...like this." His throat burned as he held her in his arms.

After few minutes, her breathing slowed down, her blue eyes opened up slowly as she tried breathing with him. The dark forest green eyes which had so much concern and fear in them

gazed down at her face.

"Ar-Archer?" She sobbed. Her small figure racking with sobs.

"Yes Tulip. I'm here....shh!" He cooed.

Those two fuckers are sleeping down the stairs and they don't have any idea what did just happen to her. His jaws clenched in anger.

Now you need to kill them. The devil whispered on his shoulder.

His hands itched to go to his holster to take out the gun and shoot them between their eyes. He shut his eyes tightly and breathed in deeply to get a control on his raw emotions. He made her drink the water and then gently picked her up from the floor and placed her on the bed, adjusting the duvet properly.

He sat beside her and when he saw that she was fast asleep he made his way to her window and slipped out of her room.

The blood was roaring in his ears. He needed a release.

 The monster was out to take the lives of those who could not perform their tasks given by him. The devil on his shoulder purred with delight. Few assassins, imprisoned in the cellars of Mitchell Palace, lost their lives at his hands at that night