He eases up and takes a deep breath, looking down. "I'm suppose to be dead, Riley. Over and over. I'm suppose to be dead. Ever since... people... found out I'm surviving gun shots, being stabbed, and tortured, they want to kill me. They want to test...
"Scar" uncle Mike calls me and I limp in. "Are you hurt?" he asks in stern.
I shake my head and fix myself. "No" I attempt to walk normal.
"Good. Because I have a huge task for you, I think you'll love it" he says.
"All ears" I sit down.
"What's Riley Archer to you?" he says and I look up at him. "Well?"
"I'm Riley... why are you sitting here?" the girl asks and I get silent. "Hey..." she sits next to me. "you can tell me anything, Scar! I'm not here to judge. I'm a good listener! I like to do this for a living" she smiles. "Though we may not know each other, but I'm here for you! I'm actually in a chaotic family myself"
I gulp. "Nobody"
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"Good. So you'll have no problem killing her?" he smirks.
"Uh" I clench my jaw.
Riles walks into my room as I sleep, making me groans.
Damn I wanna fucking kill this girl. I can do it right now with one hand if I wanted to!
But what's stopping me?
How obnoxious she is. How tiny and fragile, hyper, sweet she is.
God I wanna kill her. I can snap her in one piece if I wanted to!
But... i'm not. I cant. She's already make a huge impact on my life and she's so lovable.
I'd never lay a finger on her...
"Well?!" he gets angry.
I look at him and nod.
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"WOOHOO!" the guys run in and staple me.
"What's with you guys and stapling me?" I groan and pull them out, drawing blood.
"It's entertaining. You're the only one that can tolerate it" Chief shrugs.
