Tagg

Tagg

My bloody knife and arm slide through the man, cutting his heart out.

He falls dead and I throw his heart, gripping a mans neck and snapping it.

Dad trips a man and grandpa rips ones throat out.

I run and bump into mama.

"Sorry, buddy!" she runs off, shooting three men in a row.

I smile and look ahead by my reflexes and throw my throwing stat into a mans head, blood spewing all over my face.

"RUUUN!" Nick runs past me and I look up to see a whole mob of men rubbing after us.

"KILL AS MANY AS YOU CAN!" Oliver shoots as he runs.

I turn back around, but shoot from behind my back.

"I GOT IT!" dad runs towards them.

"NO! GO!" grandpa throw a grenade.

We all jump out just as it goes off.

I'm Tagg Finn Archer.

But you know 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.

Which you also know.

So here's the thing. The Archers are dangerous feared famous killers in the whole world. It all started with 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 this day VERY well known and dangerous, dead or alive.

Then there's me, I'm the first male Archer to have what I have. I struggle with anxiety and depression. And I'm claustrophobic. It affects me, a lot, but killing relieves that pretty often. And my best friends.

The Archers have been around for many MANY years.

We're very well known. Everyone knows us.

So, we have hella fucking people after us.

We're not a gang, we're a strong powerful team along. With consists of my dad, grandpa, my brother, mama, and my best friend who is basically my brother - Nick.

My great grandpa retired when my grandma, so he left it up to my grandpa and dad to keep the legacy which his dad left for him...

The Red Hooders.

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"Do you ever just-" Nick takes off his pants and jumps on my bed.

"Can you get your fucking ass germs off my bed?" I turn to him.