The Archer And The Hitman

Prologue The man in the ally

(Authors note:Above is what my oc Grace looks like p.s the artwork is not mine. Thank you for reading 🙇‍♀️)

3rd person p.o.v

Grunting, a tall man shrouded in shadows made his way through the alleyway using the walls to guide him, leaving a trail of blood behind. He continued like this for a while until the pain became too much, and he collapsed to his knees. He stood there breathing heavily while putting pressure on the gaping wound on his side. Crimson blood flowed from the wound, dripping through his fingers and onto the cold hard ground. He could feel his head getting dizzy and his sight dimming from the extreme blood loss. He could feel the life inside of him ebbing away. If only he hadn't been so careless. If only he had seen that guy coming. If only......no, he couldn't think like that right now.

Right now, he needed to focus on surviving. He would not let himself succumb to something as measly as a flesh wound. He was going to survive this, and when he does, he is going to find the coward who did this to him and make him pay. He was going to...to...to. His thoughts were cut short when his eyes unwillingly fluttered shut, and he finally gave into the darkness. But right before he did, he saw a silloet shining in the moonlight, and for a brief second, he thought he saw an angel. An angel here to take his soul from the mortal realm and bring it to the heavens. But then he scoffed there was no way a man like him would be accepted into heaven's pearly white gates. He was a damaged soul condemned to an eternity in hell. That's what he thought his entire life, but that all changed tonight the night when he met her.

🏹Grace's p.o.v🏹

'Well, tonight was a bust.' I thought sighing sadly.

My friend Malaysia decided to set me up on a blind date without my consent. She was always trying to set me up, and it annoyed the hell out of me. I don't have time for guys and dating. I'm too busy running my sporting goods shop and training for the Olympics. My dream is to win a gold medal for archery. I can't accomplish that dream if I'm buying going out with boys now. Can I? Besides all the dates I go on, never end well. They are all either intimidated by me, think I'm weird, or just see me as one of the guys, which I'm not goanna lie kinda stings.

So, what if I like sports and lifting weights and prefer to wear jeans and shorts over skirts and dresses and tennis shoes over high heels and don't wear any makeup it doesn't mean I'm not a girl. Because I am. And I hate that people can't see that. I've often been told things like you're not a real girl or if it weren't for your gigantic knockers. I wouldn't even know you were a chick. Well, I am done with all of that. Besides, I don't need a man. I am a strong, independent woman, completely capable of taking care of myself. My business is thriving my training is going well. My trainer said I might even be able to qualify for the Olympics this year.

And I am nowhere near lonely (despite what other people say). I have great friends and an amazing little brother. Life is good. Besides, I'm still young. I'm only 20 years old. There's no need for me to rush and find a man. I have plenty of years ahead of me to find a man, but right now, I'm going to focus on myself and my career. "Still, I wouldn't mind if a guy were interested in me for me, but oh well. I've got better things to do." I said to myself as I quietly walked down the street.

'Wait somethings not right.' I thought stopping in my tracks, hearing a strange sound.

I turned around and found myself in front of Stray Alley. Every day on my way home, I pass by this old alleyway. It's filled to the brim with stray cats and dogs that I often feed. I even created these cute little dwellings out of cardboard boxes, blankets, old umbrellas, and shit like that to give them a little place to sleep and keep dry when it rains. Just about every stray in the neighborhood calls that alleyway home, so I call it Stray Alley because it belongs to the strays.