She was fighting all her life and so was he, maybe that's why they were such a good pair.
In which the archer fell in love with the badass.
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She was sat in her bed, on a random Wednesday night, her nose in her book.
She had just gotten for spring break from college, her family downstairs drinking away. She wished she could've stayed there, away from everything that was here.
The darkness, the abuse, the- Her door slammed open and she jumped, her father stumbled in his gaze locked on hers.
Her smirked and walked up to her grabbing her by her hair and thew her on the ground, so she laid on her stomach. "Daddy! Stop! No!" She pleaded as she heard him unbuckle his belt, his hand had a tight grip on her hair.
The only thing she heard was the crickets chirping away outside and laughter of his drinking buddies downstairs. When the whole thing hit her father was the first to turn, she didn't want to kill him but she had to.
She grabbed a knife from the kitchen as he groaned and snapped his teeth at her, his heavy body falling on top of hers. She sobbed and stabbed the knife through his chin, killing him almost instantly.
Blood splattered on her clothes, soaking her a crimson color. She stood up and cried groaning as she shoved his now lifeless body off of her.
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She bolted awake, her hand clutching her chest from the nightmare, she gasped out but immediately stood as she heard leaves crunching in the distance.
She grabbed her backpack and her crossbow, 'time for a new spot' she thought to herself as she climbed down from the tree.
Her gun attached to her thigh holder over her jeans and her machete rested in the loop of her belt. She was running out of food, she had no water left and she hasn't seen any people in a year.
She gripped her crossbow and began walking through the forest hoping to find something, a creek, a lake.
She had been walking for a few hours, her legs were tired and burning, her throat dry from the lack of water. She heard twigs breaking and hid behind a tree, a man.
The first one she's seen in a while, he had a crossbow in his hands as well. He walked silently through the dark forest as she hid.
She was good at hiding, she always have been, she hid in the shadows, in the dark, just watching. She went to run away when she stepped on a branch, hearing an audible 'snap'.
She cursed herself and a bolt came flying past her head and imbedding its self in a tree in front of her.
She ran, swinging her crossbow around her back and un-hooking her machete from where it was on her side.
She could hear him running after her and before she knew it a soaring pain in her leg making her fall forward and her head hit a tree making her pass out.
