The Archer.

3. Flashback to the Aftermath

"Are you his kid?"

The blonde haired girl asked in a passive aggressive tone. A couple seconds went by, maybe even a minute and the girl against the wall looked up, tears slowly falling down her face as she said,

"Yes."

The blonde girl gave her a look of disgust mixed with anger and jumped at Y/n who was still against the wall. She threw her hands around her neck, trying to choke her out. Y/n's hands shot up to her neck trying to pry the blonde's hands off her throat. "Let go of me you fucker." She said when the girl's hands on her neck were slightly loose but quickly went back and squeezed harder. The girl on the floor was slowly drifting in and out as her vision started to go black and her breathing was slowing down. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when all of a sudden the door burst open.

"Abby! Wait! Abby stop!" She heard a guy's voice enter the room. Soon her grip was finally off her neck and her vision came back. Coughing over and over again, trying to regain consciousness she realized her back was against one of the people that pulled them apart. "She didn't have anything to do with it Abs, she was locked in this room the whole time, she didn't do anything." The guy that was holding her upright said. She looked at his face and noted what he looked like, short brown hair, almost buzzed look, brown eyes, with a firefly pendant hanging down from his neck. "Owen Moore." She read in a soft raspy voice.

He looked down at her quickly and back up to the girl she could now put a name to the face and told the guy behind her that was holding her to most likely take her out of the room which he did. Y/n couldn't really hear anything as her ears were ringing. Before he left she got a good look at the guy that was holding Abby. Black hair, a small beard and he had a firefly pendant on as well. When the guy left with the girl Abby, Owen looked down at the girl he pulled back from Abby's chokehold and saw her slowly falling out concisely. "Hey, hey hey, hey! Stay with me, come on!" Owen said lightly tapping her on the cheek of her face. "Stay with me." He said, shaking her head.

None of his attempts to keep her awake worked as she gave up trying to keep herself awake and she soon slipped into a dreamless sleep.

"Wakey, wakey." She heard muffled as someone slapped her face lightly making her slowly regain consciousness. "Wake up!" She heard again, making her eyes shoot open. Y/n sat up and saw five people standing around her, watching her as if she'll try and make an escape. She looked around in confusion questioning herself about how she's still even blinking. "You passed out-" "due to lack of oxygen, even the dumbest fuckin person could know that." A guy with a baseball cap interrupted the girl standing to your right, both not too older than Y/n herself. "Hey, don't listen to him, he's always an ass, I'm Mel." The girl standing on her right said with a comforting voice. "Uh, hello?" Y/n said in confusion.

"Why do you have that look on your face?" A thick accent asked. She looked over and saw the guy that pulled the Abby girl off of you. "I'm wondering why I'm still alive and waiting for one of you guys to shoot me in the head." Y/n said as clearly as she could. "Ah, we won't shoot you senorita. Believe us, we don't want to kill you or do anything of that sort." He said "Alright?" She said, confused. "I'm Manny by the way." He said holding his hand out for her to shake. She grabbed it and slowly shook it. "Y/n." She said. She let go of his hand and said "Well if you guys don't want to kill me then what do you want?"

"We know you didn't have anything to do with the massacre yesterday and we know you didn't help with it so we have nothing to put against you, simple as that. We don't want you to leave cause you're too important and you'll obviously get yourself killed being out there alone. So we all agreed along with a few of the soldiers that are left, we need everyone we can get, especially soldiers and with enough toughing up, you would become a great soldier. We need you with us, whether you are related to him or not. What do you say?" Owen said to the y/h/c haired girl. Y/n looked down at his hand that was held out for her, waiting for her to shake it, hoping she takes the offer. She stared at his hand for a couple seconds before making her final decision.

Y/n took his hand in her own and shook it. "Fuck it, I have nothing else to lose anymore." She said, Owen looked her in the eyes after she said the last part. He brought her into a small hug and said to her in a whisper,

"Well now you do, welcome to the Fireflies Y/n."