The Archer (18+)

IX

After a few days we fell into a rhythm. Bleu was the best cook and the most nurturing so she made all our meals. Raine or I would clean up afterwards. Cutthroat wasn't so good with domestic work. She was very awkward and at times caused a bigger mess than what she started out with. We hardly asked her to help out around the house.

These past few days taught me a lot about the girls: Cutthroat loved to laugh. She would laugh at anything if it was barely funny. I found it charming. She didn't seem dangerous. Quite the opposite. She was a sweet girl that loved wearing dinosaur onesies and liked throwing her hair in cute styles. I didn't think I've even heard her swear. How she was dubbed a monster really was beyond me.

Raine and Bleu, though at first there seemed to be tension between them, they quickly hashed out their misunderstandings and seemed closer than ever.

I was making my bed when Raine stormed into my room without knocking.

The suddenness of my bedroom door opening had me grabbing the lamp off the bedside table, ready to launch at the intruder.

"Woah woah woah." Raine raised her arms in a non-defensive position.

"Jesús Cristo." I placed my free hand over my chest, and laying the lamp down, "Don't do that again. You surprised me."

"My bad." She smiled, "you're so jumpy. She pointed out.

"Yea, sorry. I'm still getting used to living with people while on a mission." I explained.

"I understand. I got good news. The target called." She crossed her arms, looking smug.

"That's great news. What did he say?"

"He said he has something to give me."

I raised an eyebrow at her, "Did he say what it was?" I slowly sat done on my freshly-made bed.

She shook her head. "Wanna come with?"

I huffed out a deep breath.

"Sure. We can make a trip out of it. Bleu and Cutthroat too. They must be sick of the house."

She agreed.

"I'll go change into something cute." She advised then she left.

I hopped in the shower. When I got out, I pulled my auburn hair up in a high ponytail. I threw on a white tank top, an ankle-length black skirt, black loafers and scrunched up socks. I grabbed a purse to match that contained all my necessities.

I exited my room and made my way down the hall.

I knocked softly on Cutthroat's door and waited. After a few seconds, it swung open.

Cutthroat's golden blonde hair was in cute pink clips and two space buns. She was wearing a pale yellow floral dress with a pink cardigan draped over her shoulders.

She stood by the door jam with a slight fidget. Her smile that would usually be on her face was still there, but it wasn't as wide. She moved from foot to foot in a strange pattern of what I presumed to be unease.

"Do you want to go out with us?" I hesitated to ask. She was behaving strangely- or perhaps much different than how she was behaving for the past few days.

Raine's door opened and she walked out the room, swinging the door shut behind her. She was wearing a black cropped top that flashed her small waist and bellybutton piercing. She paired it with low rise green cargo pants. Her curly grey hair was pulled back into a low bun to accentuate her perfectly symmetrical face. She topped off the look with a black shoulder bag and gold hoop earrings.

"What's going on? Does she want to come? She looks ready." Raine stated once she took notice of Cutthroat and I.

"The target sent me the location of the place he wants me to meet him. Google says it's some sort of weapon store." Raine was typing something on her phone while she spoke.