Tyson Alexander Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Tyson is a friendless asshole who breaks the rules and doesn't care about others feelings. He's also very dominant and demanding, yet sarcastic. Tyson is a ruthless, dangerous killer that...
My life is a long story so I'll sum it up as best as i can since all of us have our own story.
I'm Tyson Alexander Archer.
So here's the thing. The Archers are dangerous feared famous killers in the whole world! It all started with my great 13th grandpa, Lock Archer. He escaped prison and death row multiple times for being a well known killer.
Majority of the guy Archers have been put in death row, just obviously successfully escaped.
But still to his day VERY well known and dangerous, dead or alive.
The Archers have been around for years!
We're well known. Everyone knows the Archers.
My dad is also really fucking special and actually invincible.
He was all over the news at four years old, he survived a gunshot to the chest by his own dad.
My grandpa was a cop at the time and rushed him to the hospital.
my dad never dies, that's why so many gangs are after him.
We're not a gang, were a strong powerful team along! With consists of my dad, grandpa and i! Our other members passed away of old age.... My great grandpa passed away, but left my grandpa something strong that he had to step up from when my great great grandpa passed away as a tradition...
The Red Hooders.
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"We need to recruit... soon" grandpa says and the fifth time this week.
"I know" dad says in annoyance.
"Tyson, you really gotta get some friends so they can be in this" grandpa crosses his arms.
I groan. "Not happening"
"Ever since Thorn, Ethan, and Dallas died, we've lost a lot of power" grandpa sighs.
"I know. The perfect guys will come around, soon" I take a sharp breath.
"Hopefully" dad looks at us. "If not, I'll have to convince Nicolas, Gabe, Matt, and Tyler"
Nicolas is moms best friends, aka my god mother, husband. They have three sons, those guys.
Tyler's seventeen, Matts sixteen, and Gabe's fifteen.
I chuckle. "Seriously?"
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They look at me. "What?" they ask in unison.
"Are you guys serious? Those guys are wimps! I don't like them either!" I cross my arms.
